Kindred Tribune

Volume 2 Issue 3
July 2007
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Melissa Brown William Blumburg Angela Pearson
Michelle Belanger Yara Nightshade

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 From the Editor
Here we are another issue in our secound year of being in print.

Issue 3 brings us to the half way point.

You’ll find this issue to be a bit diffrent then some of the others.

This is due to the fact that I am wroking with a new softwear.

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Table Of Contents:
Dragons and Faeries and Elves, Oh My!
An Interview with The Artist Vampyra Rhesus
News, Events, & Announcments
Red Letters of Love
I am
Cover Artwork
Provided By Jesse Peper
For any of you Kindred Tribune readers interested in knowing;
I am a painter, mostly. Although, I also
work with sound-related projects, sculpture, intaglio
and anything that looks useful for me to bring my
ideas and imagination out into the physical world.
Whenever I attempt to describe my work as a
painter, I find myself engaging in a process that
interferes with the actual paintings as individual
entities. Currently, I feel as if painting is a
language of sorts. One day my paintings will have
to live without me and speak for themselves. Titles
and sometimes inscriptions are as far as I usually
incorporate the use of words regarding my visual
ideas. Symbolism has a very strong impression on
my work. A great deal of what I use or see as such,
are thusly incorporated with some degree of
personal association and interpretation. If you
would care to view my works or correspond with me please
visit my website:
http://www.jessepeper.com
Thank you! - Jesse
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Dragons and Faeries and Elves, Oh My!
By Michelle Belanger
When I was first introduced to the Otherkin community a few
years ago, I admit that I was skeptical. I myself hold some
extraordinary beliefs, so I try to be accepting of the diverse
beliefs of others. However, there are some traditions which
push the limits even for me. At the time, the notion of Other-
kin seemed a little too far-fetched to accept without an entire
salt lick, never mind a single grain.
Otherkin, as I was informed, are individuals who believe
that they are somehow “other” than human. While they walk
around in human bodies, that is not the nature of their souls.
Some Otherkin believe in a genealogical difference that
separates them from ordinary people while the vast majority
take a reincarnational stance that hinges upon the different
lives – and bodies – they have held in the past.
Otherkin are not to be confused with extraterrestrials. There
are certain portions of the New Age movement which accept
that “greys” and “Nordic type” aliens have visited Earth in the
past and continue to visit in the present. Within this ufological
worldview, many people accept that these aliens have either
helped to genetically engineer humanity or have interbred
with humans outright. These beliefs are typically explained
within a scientific, or a pseudo-scientific paradigm.
Otherkin, on the other hand, approach the explanation of
their nature from a distinctly magickal perspective. Rather
than identifying with aliens and extraterrestrials, Otherkin
identify themselves with creatures of magick and myth. As
inherently magickal beings, the vast majority of Otherkin are
also Pagan, as this religion, with its acceptance of magick,
best accommodates their worldview.
Races and Diversity
The word “Otherkin” is really a blanket term which encom-
passes a vastly diverse collection of individuals. To even
call the Otherkin a community sometimes seems a bit of a
stretch, because frequently those who identify themselves as
Otherkin have very little in common with one another beyond
their inherent otherness. Among the various types of ‘kin I
have met and interacted with, there have been elves and
faeries, dragons, dryads, cat-kin, wolf-kin, and some ‘kin that
have defied definition entirely.
Each different type of ‘kin typically has their own subculture
and often their own worldview. Frequently, there are many
sub-groups within a general type, such as the elves, which
include Listari and Elenari, to name but a few. Some Otherkin
remember entire histories of their previous races. Others just
feel their difference like a nagging itch on their soul.
Limits of Language
Almost across the board, the ‘kin will acknowledge that the
words they use to describe themselves are limited and often
misleading. To say that one is a dragon is really to acknowl-
edge that the qualities attributed to a mythological dragon
come closest to embodying how that ‘kin feels inside, while
many differences remain. To put it another way, an Otherkin
dragon has about as much in common with Tolkien’s Smaug
as a psi-vamp has with Lestat.
For those trying to understand why someone who obviously
has two legs, two arms, and no wings or tail would describe
themselves as a dragon, try approaching the concept in
terms of an archetype or totem animal. Many Pagans have
a particular god or goddess that they relate to strongly, and
part of that relation usually includes having traits in com-
mon with those traditionally attributed to the deity. Totems,
likewise, serve to express aspects those who follow them
embody also in themselves. For the Otherkin, the archetype
is just more immediate and personal and serves as an inte-
gral expression of their soul.
Despite how it may at first sound, an Otherkin dragon does
not believe that they are a real, literal dragon in this body
now. However, like a transgendered person, they feel some-
what cheated by their current form. There is an overwhelm-
ing sense that at one time he or she did indeed possess
this longed-for form, and that body-memory is so real that it
makes them uncomfortable in their current form.
Reality vs. Delusion
If all of this sounds like utter madness, don’t worry. Even the
Otherkin admit that their beliefs are far-fetched. A lot about
this community would have been really hard for me to swal-
low had it not been for the ‘kins’ own acute awareness of
how crazy they can sound, especially to outsiders. Almost all
statements made by the Otherkin are prefaced with disclaim-
ers like “I know this is going to sound strange, but …” or, “I
have no way of proving this, but I believe I’m a …”
Most Otherkin also submit their beliefs and experiences to a
rigorous amount of personal skepticism. They are very aware
that there is a fine line between a belief in the fantastic and
succumbing to fantasy. Articles on various Otherkin sites, as
well as numerous presentations at Otherkin gathers address
this issue, and most community leaders offer tips to help
inexperienced ‘kin separate reality from delusion.
Like all groups, they have their share of clearly delusional
people, wannabees, and hangers-on, but over the years I
have met a number of very articulate, intelligent, and cred-
ible people who also just happen to be Otherkin. These have
included a youth counselor who was also an elf, an angel
who worked on the New York police force, and a dragon who
worked as a system administrator. The angel, appropriately
enough, worked valiantly throughout September 11 and its
aftermath.
Not Exactly Human
Being Otherkin is not easy. Nor is it really a choice. While an
Otherkin’s nature is often accompanied with a predilection for
magick and spirituality, “Otherkin” is neither a religion nor a
spiritual path. It is simply a state of being.
Being Otherkin means never quite feeling comfortable in your
own skin and never quite feeling like you belong in the real-
ity around you. Imagine being born into a foreign world yet
remembering all the rules of behavior that you had learned
in your previous existence. Furthermore, imagine knowing at
the core of your very soul that you were once something very
different from what you are now, but being unable to really
prove this to others – or even to yourself. That is the essence
of Otherkin.
The legitimate Otherkin that I have met did not have an easy
childhood or young adulthood. What they were was always
there, but they did not always have an adequate explana-
tion for it or even a word they could put to it. Many strove to
repress their sense of something different about themselves
and their reality, and quite a few reluctantly accepted their
natures only after all other possibilities had been exhausted.
Even once acceptance has been achieved, their lives are not
easy, especially because an awareness of magick and en-
ergy is a fundamental part of their being. In today’s distinctly
non-spiritual culture, this can make it very difficult to blend,
let alone relate with “normal” people.
Many ‘kin seek solace in Paganism, but that hardly means
they are any better accepted or even understood. While
many Pagans deal with magickal beings in their workings,
this is typically in a spiritual context alone. I know a lot of
Pagans who leave offerings in the garden for the faerie-spir-
its, but how many can accept that a faerie might be born in a
human body and is in fact riding the subway in the seat next
to them?
Seeing is Believing
I’ll be honest. When I first started working with this aspect of
the community, I didn’t really believe in Otherkin. I accepted
their beliefs as they were presented to me, and I accepted
that these beliefs were sincerely held by the people who
explained them. I was able to rationalize the whole schema
to myself in terms of archetypes and totems, and this is how I
approached the whole subculture.
But even though I reluctantly accepted that these people
believed these things, I had trouble admitting to my friends
that I was traveling six hours to attend a weekend of lectures
and seminars where most if not all of the speakers believed
themselves to be elves, dragons, or fey.
Then I attended the event. What I felt and saw there, more
than anything else, made a believer out of me.
Once you have seen them, and have known what you are
looking at, there is no arguing that Otherkin wear their other-
ness outside as well as within. While a number of Otherkin
sport fashions influenced by various subcultures, from punk
to Goth to SCAdian, this “other” feel has nothing to do with
their chosen style of clothes. If you lined the Otherkin up side
by side with a group of mundanes, and everyone was wear-
ing Abercrombie & Fitch, you would still be able to spot the
‘kin.
Aside from the ineffable sense of otherness that always
clings to them – and I can attest that this goes down to the
level of their very energy – most Otherkin have distinctive
physical quirks that present the most eloquent argument for
their not-quite-human nature.
The elves might not look like Legolas, but in general they are
all tall individuals, with thin, long limbs. They’re frequently
blond and have distinctive aquiline features. Some even
have subtle yet noticeable points to their ears. Cat-kin exude
feline sensuality and grace, and faeries are small, fine-boned
people, with delicate features that can only be described as
fey. After a short time among the Otherkin at the convention,
I could pretty much identify the main types by sight, because
their characteristics are that marked, even across the bound-
aries of gender, ethnicity and race.
Strange Reality
It’s very easy to play it safe like I did and respect the ‘kin’s
right to believe while quietly assuring yourself that those
beliefs are utter poppycock. It’s even easy to accept that
someone who just so happens to strongly resemble an elf
from myth is very likely, once he gets into magick and mysti-
cism, to adopt an elven archetype. Yet it’s a little unnerving
to consider that there really might be more to the ‘kin than
all that. At this point, I personally have to acknowledge that
there are things about them that I cannot explain, and there
are certainly things I have both seen and experienced which I
cannot rationalize away.
If you’re still finding all these notions of humans running
around with non-human souls a bit hard to fathom, consider
this: if you believe in a soul, you probably believe that the
soul is immortal. However, if you just take a few moments to
look around this world, you know that cities and cultures and
even races of beings are in no way eternal. In time, all physi-
cal things fade and die. Even this world, as long-lived as it
may be when viewed from a human scope of things, is finite,
and it will ultimately become a burnt-out cinder, consumed by
the sun.
So where do all the souls go when there are no bodies to
incarnate within? What will become of those spirits born into
humanity when humanity is a long-distant dream?
Given that the soul is immortal, that time is infinite, and
worlds are not, it only follows that each of us has been many
different things. In a sense, perhaps we are all Otherkin, as
we have undoubtedly lived as something else before, how-
ever remote this might be in our memory. The only thing that
distinguishes them from us is the immediacy of the recollec-
tion. The foreign past still clings palpably to them, and they
recall a form not quite as prosaic as the mortal flesh we all
now wear.
There are so many things in this vast Universe that cannot
be known, who is to say that somewhere, in some half-re-
membered reality, beings like dragons didn’t own the skies?
And what a wonder if they walk among us now, remembering
an existence many people cannot even conceive.
© December 20, 2003
An Interview with The Artist Vampyra Rhesus

Current Age - 18
Current Residence - Slovakia
Tools of te Trade - Olympus FE, Adobe Photoshop

Could you tell me a little about yourself?

My name is Erika and I’m a “normal” person with
“normal” ideas. I’m living in Slovakia, it’s a small country in
the center of Europe. I’m going to University of Constantine
the philosopher, the faculty of media and promotion, where
I can express myself. I love dark art, metal and classical
music.

What influences your work?

I think, most of the time there are only my dreams,
fantasies, lifestyle and my feelings, but there is a music of
course that influences my work. But mostly, my feelings and
dreams inspires me to create.

What artists have influenced you the most?

People around me. The Vampyra Rhesus
How did you fist come to the realization that you wanted http://lasttrip69.deviantart.com/
to be an artist?
In fact, I have never wanted to be an artist. I have
been drawing since my childhood. I like to draw everything
what’s in my fantasy, because it makes me loose. Regard-
ing of photo manipulation I like to make something new from
some pictures, I took up computer graphics, using Adobe
Photoshop and so on. Do you remember the first piece of art that you did?
Yes, of course, it was very poor piece of drawing, the
cemetery. But I was very proud because it was my first one :)

What’s your favorite media?

I can mention Adobe Photoshop is my favorite.

Do you have a favorite piece? And why?

I love all of my work, because in every piece of my
work is a piece of myself.

How long have you been doing photography? Photo-ma-

nipulation?
Photography...since I´ve been a child with the very
old camera of my father... and photo manipulation.. i think it´s
about 4-5 years.

To the Left
Title - Guilty
Description - Emotions of this piece are very strong...and
you can feel them : pain, despair, suffering.
 Above
Title - The Song For The Moment Above
Description - I like the idea of this one. It´s took me about 6 Title - Dark vs. Light
hour until I got that final version. I chose the old look because Description - There is a symbol of dark and light, the loca-
it seems like old photography. The sarcophagus looks like a tion inspired me a lot.
vampire sarcophagus, so the idea with blood is good in my Below:
opinion. The theme: The girl cut her arm with the fiddlestick Title - I want you live Pt.2
to feed her lord. Description - I had an idea with a dry old rose. There is a
symbol of life and death. I played with stuff and took some
photos like that.
Was there anything that inspired you to start photo ma-
nipulation? If so what was it?
Hmm I think.........in fact, there was not anything
that inspired me......I started using Adobe Photoshop about
6 years ago and I love playing with this software. It’s great to
make something what I want, something new and special for
me. On the beginning of my photo manipulation work, it was
a game for me.

Do you have any places you go to regularly to take pho-

tos?
In my town where I live are very unique places to
take photos.. for example the park, old part of the town, the
castle, the graveyard and the cemetery.
What is your ideal end goal of your art?
I really don’t know... people just like my work...

What do you feel are your strengths and weaknesses as

a photographer? As a person?
I can mention, my weakness is my camera :)) ...it’s
very poor, i would like to buy a new and better one. .As a per-
son....it’s strange to talk about my weaknesses, sometimes I
don’t have a free time to create. What about my strengths......
I think my strengths are my ideas, sometimes they are so
unique!

What do you do for fun?

Nothing special, spend my time with my boyfriend and have
a lot of fun with him...

_________
© 2007 Melissa Brown

Above
Title - Sweet passion
Description - I took this one about 4 hours. i like it because
it´s very simple and in real, it doesn’t look like photomanipu-
lation.
 News, Events, & Announcments
To Whom It May Concern:
My name is Spanky Xandor. I am the founder of a project
currently known as KinVolution, and I’d like to discuss why it
would be a good idea to help me out with this project.
Basically, KinVolution started off as an idea for an “Otherkin
taxonomy.” A taxonomy, in case you are unfamiliar with bio-
logical terms, is used to classify and organize all known life
based largely upon bodily structure. I wanted to one day be
able to look up any and all Otherkin in one organized sys-
tem, rather than poring over countless mythologies (believe
me, it can be a nightmare for those ‘kin who don’t identify as
something from traditional mythology). Otherkin will be neatly
organized and explained based on their bodily structure and
general behaviors, cognitive abilities, and in some cases,
their “special abilities”.
By no means do I intend to sterotype or “pidgenhole” Other-
kin--my intentions are purely from a biological standpoint.
Just as there are defining traits as to what a human being is,
one day there will be defining traits as to individual species of
dragons, fae, demons, and other creatures.
In order to simplify the staggering task of collecting enough
data for this project, I have composed two surveys which
can be found on my old Geocities site: http://www.geocities.
com/iliketoeatkorn/kvsurvey.html
All contact info is included both on this webpage, and in the
surveys themselves.
There is no deadline for the surveys; I will be collecting them
indefinitely. However, I urge anyone willing to participate to
do so in a timely manner--the sooner I get lots of surveys in,
the sooner I can get this project off the ground. In order to
even begin classifying any one species, I have decided to
collect at least TEN surveys from people identifying as that
species. Under better circumstances (and to make it more
pseudoscientifically valid) I would have set that number to 50
or even 100; however, I cannot be that optimistic. Otherkin
simply is not well-known enough at this point.
come well-known for a very long time. That’s why I need your
help. Anyone can fill out a survey about their beliefs and ex-
periences. The process of awakening can be frightening and
confusing for many, simply due to a lack of solid information.
Most people at this point seem to just go off of mythology and
fantasy. One day, I will change that. One day there will be a
source of information made by Otherkin, for Otherkin. And
who knows, maybe if we have proof that we know what we’re
talking about, those skeptics will start taking us a little more
seriously.
Help Otherkin worldwide by helping me, and fill out a survey
today!
Sincerely,
Spanky Xandor
“Do you believe in the existence of Bigfoot,
and why or why not?”
We want quotes from believers and skeptics alike, from
people of all ages, and all around the world.
Quotes should be short, anywhere from two sentences to two
paragraphs. Nothing too brainy, intellectual or thought out;
just candid and casual opinions. Each quote should be ac-
companied by the person’s first name, age and city they live.
Please send replys to this email address:
jesseravenwolf@aol.com
Thanks a lot and BEAST wishes --
Jesse D’Angelo

Once I have recieved a survey, I make time to read through

each one thoroughly and thoughtfully. I make notes on what
I don’t understand about a person’s answers, and then email
them with questions to clarify; then make notes of their re-
sponses to that. When comparing surveys, I look for common
traits between similar species. The Otherkin community is
extremely diverse, yet there seem to be patterns that form
among Otherkin who identify as similar species. When I have
enough data, I intend to have a website built in which to pres-
ent my data, and my conclusions drawn from that data, as
well as personal opinions and articles relating to Otherkin in
general. If you wish to contribute to KinVolution beyond the
surveys, you may say so in the email to which you send the
survey. Currently, I need people who have an affinity for biol-
ogy who are willing to help me manage the large amounts of
data I will eventually collect.

KinVolution is still in its early stages and probably won’t be-

Vampire Ritual Book Release
3rd Annual Vampire Beach Burn
Michelle Belanger has just announced the release of The July 21, 2007
Vampire Ritual Book, an out-of-print volume first commis-
sioned in 1999 and later revised for release in 2003. A very The Vampire Beach Burn is an annual event held in the sum-
small quantity of these books were put up for sale privately mer months in Southern California. Originally created as a
last year, but because of their rarity, the cost prevented many summer meet-up event for local vampires it has now evolved
individuals from buying them. This reprint is an attempt to and we would like to extend the invitation to other members
make the information affordable to all who may be of the Dark Community to participate.
interested. To further assist in archiving this important docu-
ment, a copy is to be donated to Sacred-Texts.com, the This year the Burn will take place on July 21, 2007, at Hun-
free Internet site that also hosts the original online edition of tington State Beach located at Pacific Coast Highway and
Michelle’s seminal work, The Vampyre Codex. Brookhurst. The Beach Burn starts at 9am and will run until
the beach closes at 10pm. The event it’s self is FREE, but
The reprint features the original 2003 text as it appeared in there is a $10 parking fee.
the rare hardback edition. The rituals include several season-
al rites, including Im Kheperu (the Night of Transformation) For more information, see our MySpace page at
and Akhemu Sekhu http://www.myspace.com/vampirebeachburn
(Night of the Immortal Stars), both of which were referenced
as holidays in the calendar section of the Vampyre Alamanc
2000. Divided into sections that feature rites of passage,
personal rites, and
community rites as well as the seasonal rituals, the book also
features a vampire wedding ceremony, the promising of a
donor, a sanguine vampire initiation, and a ritual of death and
rebirth. This
is also the first book to reveal the ritual application of the
caste system, teaching a unique method for setting up sa-
cred space that divides the duties up between members of all
three castes.

Michelle has worked for the past year to produce a useable

PDF from the original, and now has it available through Lulu.
com in both hardcover and softcover editions. Although this
book is slated for
revision, a completely revised edition will not likely see
release until 2009, and the work itself was deemed impor-
tant enough to the history of the community for the current
release to be produced. Many of the rituals in the book were
originally written for the Sanguinarium, and several retain
Sanguinarium-specific terminology, but there is wider applica-
bility for nearly every rite within its pages. At the moment, the
book is only available for purchase through Lulu.com. You
can visit Michelle’s Lulu storefront here:

http://www.lulu.com/michellebelanger

Michelle has worked with Sacred Texts to provide a free

Internet copy of the book as it appeared in the 2003 rare edi-
tion. If you are interested in this book, you can find it here:

http://www.sacred-texts.com/goth/vrb/index.htm
 Members Of The VC & EC Community;

Located at the web site below you will find the latest updates regarding the Vampirism & Energy Work Research Study. All charts plus an
additional 15+ more have been revised or added since the last update on February 20, 2007. During the coming months we will continue
to concentrate our efforts on data entry into SPSS and hopefully move into more detailed analysis by early fall. These latest charts repre-
sent approximately 3.85% of the over 330,000 individual data points we’re in the process of entering - in other words do not expect this
study to be completed overnight. If you or others you know have yet to complete either or both of the VEWRS/AVEWRS you may still do
so, however, we are not actively advertising such since once we’ve completed entering the data into SPSS we will not be adding additional
surveys. Complete any outstanding surveys as soon as possible!

http://www.suscitatio.com Questions: research@suscitatio.com Completed Surveys: response@suscitatio.com

Thank you for your participation, support, and encouragement of others to complete the surveys!

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Red Letters of Love
By Angela Pearson & William Blumburg
Chapter Eleven
Aine walked into the office the next evening at Wynter’s side.
Her return to work had been met with happy tidings that
she was there and was no longer so sick, as well as curios-
ity from her fellow employees. Inquiring eyes followed Aine
wherever she walked in the building. A flurry of murmurs
rustled like wind blowing tree branches as Aine passed with
Wynter.
Wynter had moved her belongings from her old desk and left
them packed in a large box in her new office. Her new office
was across the hall and a few doors away from Wynter’s,
also in the basement and without windows. After he had
shown Aine her new space, Wynter left her to arrange for
their trip to China.
Aine unpacked the small box that held her belongings from
her previous life. She studied each item as she removed it
from the box, deciding if it still had a place in her new life.
“Have I really changed that much?” she muttered to the
empty box.
She put a couple of things back into the box to donate later,
but most of the items were carefully placed around her new
office. She decided she liked the new spacious desk with its
surface clear of technological clutter like the printer and such.
In drawers and cabinets, the technology was stored out of
sight, cables neatly tucked away. A shiny, slim laptop was in
a soft case under the desk waiting to be explored. Only the
phone resided on a corner of the desk, small lights blinking
or glowing with life.
On the corner opposite the phone, Aine clustered the pictures
she had of herself with her parents along with a couple of
silly things they had given her while she had grown up. The
snail wearing a graduation cap sat in front of the picture of
Aine and her parents the day she graduated high school.
Aine smiled at the clutter she placed in the corner of
her desk, “Maybe, I haven’t changed that much at all.”
She moved on to the few remaining items from the box. She
placed the small, delicate painting of cherry blossoms on a
graceful branch that had been given to her by her dearest
friend when she left China on top of one of the low filing cabi-
nets along one side of the room. Aine decided she would
plan on seeing her dear friend when she was in China again.
As she was setting the last knick-knack from her
old desk and finishing making this new space her own, the
phone rang.
“Aine,” Wynter said. “Please come to my office. I
have some things to go over with you about your new posi-
tion.”
Wynter looked up from the papers he had been shift-
ing through when Aine sat down. There was a box with a
new PDA off to one side of the wooden surface. Aine saw
there was nothing else on his desk. She looked around his
office and saw no new objects had been added since the
last time she was in there. The few unique objects held
new interest for her. What was the thing in the back corner
for? Aine couldn’t even come up with a name for the stone
urn. She suspected it was magical, along with the gray,
tasseled bag sitting on the bookshelf. There was a piece of
weathered wood sitting on another shelf. It looked like it had
been out in the woods for a long time, discolored with moss
stains. A carved box caught her attention as her eyes trav-
eled around the bare room. Were these all magical objects
or just things Wynter had picked up to reminded him of his
journeys? Aine wondered to herself.
Aine looked back at Wynter, curious about her new work du-
ties and why she was just sitting there. The papers in front
of him had some Chinese writing on them. She wondered
idly, if her passport was current and if she needed a new
picture. Her mind went off in that direction, wondering about
the myths of vampires and if they could be photographed.
She had just decided that it was a literary myth that vampires
couldn’t be photographed. Wynter traveled abroad, so he
would have to have a passport with a photograph, just as he
had a driver’s license.
Wynter shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. Before he
could speak, there was a knock at the door.
Jane, one of the employees, stepped into the office.
“Mr. Cruento, the-there is a problem that needs your attention
immediately.” Her eyes were wide and she nervously shifted
from foot to foot. “There’s, um, a dead man at the bottom of
the loading dock.”
“What?” Wynter and Aine said in unison.
“There’s a dead man under the loading dock,” Jane
repeated in a trembling voice.
Wynter and Aine followed on the woman’s heel to the
loading dock at the back of the warehouse. Gathered under
the brilliant glow of a security light, a group of people shifted
nervously, talking among themselves, looking to the ground
below. When they saw Wynter approach, they parted and
moved away from the edge of the dock.
There, at the bottom of the five-foot drop from the
dock, was a dead man. The light evening breeze flipped and
tugged at a folded paper attached to his shirt.
Aine felt her knees buckle when she recognized the
man she had drained of blood last night. She briefly felt
Wynter’s hand under her elbow steadying her.
“How long has he been here?” Wynter demanded,
pulling his cell phone from his pocket. “When was he
found?”
“We just opened this door about ten minutes ago and
found… him,” the dock manager, Danny, said, rubbing his
hand over his face before motioning to where the body lay
below. Visible in the glare of the security lights, flies could be
seen circling and diving in their dance of death.
Wynter dialed nine-one-one and explained to the
operator what was needed.
He turned to Aine and in a quiet voice, he said, “Aine,
go back to my office and get the small gray pouch from the
top of the bookshelves and some paper.”
Aine hurried off, relived to be away from the scene
surrounding the dead man. The odor of decay coming from
him nearly overwhelmed her new sensitive sense of smell
making her want to gag.
Wynter turned to the other employees. “Now, for all
of you who did not see this from the beginning, please return
to your duties. The police will be here soon.” As Wynter said
this, the sounds of sirens could be heard, growing louder. “I
would like them to speak with the person who found the body
first. Anyone who saw anything can stay. Thank you.”
All the employees, but the dock manager turned back
to the warehouse, moving slowly with frequent looks over
their shoulders, all muttering about the discovery. All of the
people who had piled out of the loading dock knew Wynter’s
polite command was not only in the best interests of the com-
pany, but also, in their best interests.
“Danny,” Wynter motioned the dock manager over.
“After this is done, I think we should re-introduce some of
the older security policies that have gone slack. We will talk
more when the police have left.”
Aine came hurrying out on the loading dock, looking
calmer and more in control than when he had sent her to his
office.
Wynter spoke to Danny, “I would like you to meet with
the officers and escort them to here through the side gate.
Tell them if you notice anything unusual, like a broken lock or
fence, anything. They will want to interview you after seeing
the body themselves.”
Danny nodded, “None of the alarms or warning lights
were set off when I checked them tonight.” He said before he
rushed to the gate in the fence around the corner where the
flashing lights of the squad cars could be seen approaching
in the night sky.
Wynter took the notepad from Aine and a pen from
his pocket. He wrote quickly and handed it back to Aine. He
took the gray pouch from Aine and pulled a small handful
from it.
“When I tell you, sprinkle some of this powder,” he
opened his palm to show her how much he had in his own
hand, “on what I wrote on that paper.”
Aine nodded and Wynter crossed to the edge of the
dock. Wynter jumped off the dock, landing next to the dead
man.
He swatted at the lingering flies, trying to drive them
away. Kneeling over the body, by the paper pinned on the
chest. “Now, please,” Wynter commanded.
Aine sprinkled the dust on the notepad at the same
time Wynter sprinkled the dust over the paper pinned to the
dead man. She was amazed to see the characters Wynter
had written change into words under the dusting of powder.
Before she could ask what she should do with the powder, it
disappeared.
She looked up in time to see Wynter leap up on the
five-foot tall loading dock with an agility she hadn’t expected.
She didn’t know where to look; at the paper or at the man
who had simply popped up on to the loading dock like he was
stepping on a street curb. “How?” her voice trailed off.
Wynter stood in front of her. “Magic,” he said simply.
He kissed her lightly on the lips. Taking the notepad, he tore
off the paper and quickly tucked it into his coat pocket, just
as the police officers came around the buildings corner with
Danny, the dock manager. “We’ll talk more about this later,”
he said quietly before walking sedately to the steps at the far
end of the loading dock to meet with the officers.
Aine waited on the dock, trying to not look like she
was responsible for the dead man displayed below her.
Instead, she tried to look like an efficient employee, ready to
take notes and help her employer with this serious crime.
The officers swarmed over the area, securing and
roping off the area with crime tape, then just stood around
waiting for the coroner to arrive and clear the body. One
officer interviewed Danny, the dock manager. A couple of
officers, trying to look efficient, shooed away the employees
peering through the warehouse doors. Another officer inter-
viewed Wynter, casting curious glances toward Aine. Wynter
sent Aine back to his office to retrieve some legal documents,
removing her from the view of the officer.
Aine was grateful for the errand, just to get away,
again, from the smell that was growing stronger in the
autumn night air and the stares of the officers lingering in
the area. She felt like she had a huge arrow pointing to her,
proclaiming to all who looked that she killed that man. Aine
sat at Wynter’s desk and forced herself to calm down. She
trusted Wynter to protect her, she told herself. Taking a deep
breath, she composed herself before picking up the folder
and leaving the office.
She quietly walked back to the loading dock and
waited behind Wynter and the officer questioning him. She
noticed several of the officers had left and the coroner had
arrived with two new officers who were in the process of pho-
tographing everything in the loading dock area and gathering
anything that looked like evidence.
Wynter turned to Aine and wordlessly took the folder
from her. He was flipping through the pages when the of-
ficers spoke.
“Ms.-” He looked at his notes, “Ms. Mercer, Mr.
Cruento states that you were with him when the body was
discovered.”
“That’s correct,” Aine winced at how heavy and odd
her accent sounded. She was very nervous and the officer
was studying her closely. “I didn’t get your name, officer.”
“Detective Gregorio Blas, ma’am.” The officer flipped
the tip of his pen toward the shiny badge reflecting the bril-
liant light above them. “What is your position in this com-
pany?”
“I am the Senior Acquisitions officer. Mr. Cruento and
I were about to start a meeting when we were notified on the
body.” Aine’s eyes drifted to where the dead man lay under
the coroner’s inspection.
“Were you familiar with the deceased?” The detective wrote
in his notebook. “Is he an employee?”
“I didn’t get a good look at his face,” Aine didn’t try to hide her
discomfort.
Wynter stepped up to her side and handed a piece of
paper to Detective Blas. “Ms. Mercer would not have been
familiar with any of the new employees because she has
been out of the office. Before that time, she was my accoun-
tant. She would have only known the office staff. I have not
had a chance to look at the body closely, so I could not say if
he was an employee or not.” Wynter lied smoothly.
“Where were you, Ms. Mercer?” Detective Blas
paused in his note taking.
“Ms. Mercer was exposed to a bacteria contained
in a shipment that had been damaged during shipping and
developed a severe infection. She has been in my care for
the past several weeks.”
“Do you commonly give all your employees such …in-
timate care?” Detective Blas sneered.
“Only those I am planning on proposing to,” Wynter
replied coldly.
Aine could feel her mouth slide open at this news.
Detective Blas jumped on her reaction. “So, this is
news to you, I take it.”
“Yes and no,” Aine couldn’t conceal her emotions. “I
am not that surprised, Detective Blas, just not so soon…”
Aine’s voice trailed off.
Wynter slipped his arm around Aine’s waist. “I had
planned on waiting until we were in China to propose prop-
erly, “ he said quietly. “We will talk some more later.” He
looked at the detective. “Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” the detective pulled a piece of paper in a clear
plastic evidence bag from under his notebook. “Does this
mean anything to you?”
Wynter took the bag from the detective and read the
scribbled words on the paper aloud, “We’ll get you for taking
what’s ours.” He handed the evidence back to the detective.
“These may help you,” Wynter handed him the paper he had
been holding. “When Captain Selwin was still a lieutenant,
he was the detective assigned to the trouble I was having
with gang in this area when I purchased this property. Those
are the case numbers. The gang activities have since died
down, but,” Wynter glanced over to the dead man, “they ap-
pear to want their…turf back.”
“I am familiar with your involvement with the gangs in
this area,” the detective folded the paper Wynter had handed
him and put it in his notebook. “I think there are too many un-
answered questions, coincidences, and conveniences for my
taste.” Detective Blas looked at Wynter with challenge. “You
two should have a closer look at the deceased before they
leave.” He marched down the steps from the loading dock,
expecting Wynter and Aine to follow.
Wynter gave Aine’s waist a quick squeeze before he
released her and followed the detective.
Filled with conflicting emotions, Aine trailed after
Wynter. Euphoria that Wynter wanted to marry her warred
with the dread and fear she felt at her first prey as a vampire
turning up at her place of work. Aine was feeling sweaty and
icy cold at the same time by the time she reached the men
at the plastic encased gurney at the back of the ambulance.
She stepped between the two men.
The smell of exhaust overwhelmed the stench of decay com-
ing from the body, even through the thick plastic body bag.
“Look closely,” Detective Blas was saying as he
unzipped the upper part of the body bag. He flipped back the
opening, revealing the dead man’s face.
Wynter was quietly studying the dead man, as if he
hadn’t seen him the night before. “No, I do not know him.
I hire all my employees personally. This is not one of my
employees.”
Aine looked down at the dead man and thought she
was going to faint. She forced herself to be calm and ignore
the black spots beginning to swim in her vision. “No- no,
Detective Blas,” Aine swallowed. “I don’t know this man.”
“Aine, you do not look well,” Wynter said.
“You don’t seem so sure,” Detective Blas said over
Wynter’s words
“Oh,” Aine swayed and vomited on Detective Blas’
shoes. The black spots swirled and blocked out the glaring
security light above them and the festive lights of the am-
bulance flickering on the building. She could hear Wynter’s
muffled voice calling her name. Then, nothing.
Chapter Twelve
“Aine,” Wynter’s voice sounded far away. “Carus,
come back to me.”
Aine forced her eyes to open.
Wynter’s face, full of concern, filled her view. Relief
replaced some of the concern. “I was so worried about you.”
He cupped her cheek with his cool hand.
“What happened?” Aine touched his face with her
fingertips.
“You got sick on Detective Blas’ shoes and fainted.”
There was a small, pleased smile on his mouth. “We may
have rushed things with your return to work today.”
“I don’t know,” Aine sat up and looked around.
They were in the employee break room for the ware-
house staff. Aine had never been to this break room and
was pleased, despite still not feeling well, that Wynter had
provided for his employees equally. The sofa she was laying
on was simple and utilitarian, but appeared to be in excellent
condition. It wasn’t some thrift store reject, ugly, falling apart,
and full of holes or some cheap discount store furniture that
would fall to pieces a week after purchase. The tables were
above average, too, not simple folding banquet tables, with
real chairs that matched the sofa. Aine guessed the refrig-
erator was stocked; just as the one in the office staff break
room had been, with bottles of water, juices, and sodas.
“I will take you back to our apartment when I come
back. Detective Blas—speaking of which. Did your shoes
come clean, Detective?” Wynter asked in a friendly tone.
“Yes.” Detective Blas shot Aine a disgruntled look
before pulling a chair from a table and sitting far away from
her. “So, throwing up on my feet meant you didn’t know the
deceased?”
“That is correct, Detective.” Aine slowly put her feet
on the floor. “I am sorry I was sick on you.” Aine could feel a
blush creeping up her cheeks. That surprised her; she didn’t
think the undead could blush.
“Um, well, fine. Anyway, Mr. Cruento, you mentioned
China. Due to the nature of this,” he emphasized the last
word, “case, you won’t be able to leave the country.”
“I understand that. I wanted to introduce her person-
ally to my contacts, but Ms. Mercer will be able to handle
things on her own.”
“Oh, I am sure that Ms. Mercer was promoted because of
her…talents, such at speaking Chinese,” Detective Blas said
in a snide tone, eyeing her red hair and pale skin.
Aine muttered, “Ben tian sheng de yi dui rou.” She
shook her head. “I lived in China for most of my life, Detec-
tive.”
Detective Blas’ cell phone demanded his attention
with a perfunctory ring before he could say anything. “Ex-
cuse me,” he said, removing his phone from his coat pocket.
“Blas, here.” He moved away from Aine and Wynter.
“I did not think you would swear at an officer, Aine,”
Wynter murmured to Aine.
Aine shrugged. “I only said he was an inbred stack of
meat.”
Movement at the door drew Aine’s gaze. Danny was
there, looking impatient and angry.
Wynter rose when he saw Danny standing in the
doorway. When Wynter was at his side, he asked his loyal
employee, “Did you find anything?”
“Yes, someone turned off the alarms and reset them
about half-an-hour later. I just have to look up the password
and I’ll know who it is. What do you want me to do?”
“After the detective has left, bring whoever did this to
my office.”
“Yes, sir. Wynter,” Danny said. “I don’t know what is
going on, but I did as you said. All the old security protocols
are in place.”
“Thank you, Danny.” Wynter motioned for Danny to
follow and returned to his chair next to Aine.
Detective Blas finished his call, “Yes, sir, I understand
that.” There was a tightness to his mouth when he pushed
the buttons to end his call. “Captain Selwin wants me to tell
you this case will be handled as your previous cases, Mr.
Cruento. He will personally see to it, if you so desire.”
“I do not think that will be necessary, Detective Blas.
I am certain you are capable of getting to the end of this and
finding the murderer of that man.”
Detective Blas looked slightly mollified by Wynter’s
assurance. “From what I can tell of the scene, the body was
dropped. The deceased’s throat was cut. As there was no
blood found at the scene or anywhere around the loading
dock, he wasn’t murdered at that location.”
“You and your men are welcome to search the
building and grounds as you see the need. Danny,” Wynter
acknowledged the man standing behind him, “can escort you.
He has all the keys to building, except my private apartment
upstairs. I would escort you myself, but I need to take my
fiancée,” Wynter paused and looked at Aine.
Aine gave him a small smile and nod before he con-
tinued.
“My fiancée to our apartment to rest.”

“Wynter, I am feeling much better,” Aine protested.
“Let’s go back downstairs and you can fill me in about what I
need to know about China and what I need to do there.”
Wynter was pulling Aine along the corridor that lead to
their apartment. “Aine, you were sick and fainted. That is not
a good thing. You should rest.”
Aine stopped, pulling her wrist from Wynter’s hand
with a jerk. “I am not a child,” Aine snapped. “Don’t treat me
like one!”
Wynter opened his mouth and closed it. “Aine, you
mean a great deal to me. I would never forgive myself if any-
thing happened to you. You are my responsibility.” His voice
was full of anguish.
“Wynter,” Aine said, putting her hands on his chest. “I
am a vampire because you made me. In a sense, yes, I am
your responsibility. You cannot protect me from everything.
Trying to would…would turn me into a prisoner. Neither of
us wants that. If you don’t let me live this life, how will I learn
anything? How will I be apart of your life if you protect me
from it?” She smoothed her hands up to his shoulders. “Let
me live, Wynter, at your side and not in your shadow.” She
touched her lips to his in a feather light kiss.
“Aine,” Wynter said in a strangled whisper, “Mi carus.”
He crushed her lips under his, pulling her tight against his
body.
Aine enjoyed his kiss for a few moments before push-
ing away from the reassuring comfort of his broad chest.
“Wynter, I know you are scared that I was sick. Maybe that
man—the one I drank, um,” Aine’s words faltered.
“I understand who you mean,” Wynter said kindly. He
brushed his fingertips along the side of her face.
“Anyway, maybe he was sick and that is why I got
sick,” Aine said earnestly.
Wynter sighed heavily. “While we are physically
human, I suppose it could happen. I have never heard of a
vampire being ill before.”
“Magic, do you think?”
“That could be.” He released Aine. “I am not giving
Damek enough credit.
He was furious when I defected from his side. I have grown
lax and it is my fault you have gotten ill.”
“Wynter, don’t beat yourself up over this,” Aine urged.
“It will get us no where.”
Wynter’s smile was sad and brief. “He has not done
much over the past sixty, seventy years, but he has always
been a threat.”
“Then, teach me what I need to know to protect my-
self,” Aine said.
Before Wynter could speak, Aine turned and started
down the corridor to their offices. “What do I need to know
about China?” She asked over her shoulder.
Wynter watched she march away from him, pleased
by her determination, but concerned for her well being. He
followed, arriving at his office after Aine had sat down. He
went and sat in his rigid wooden chair behind his desk.
“Before we talk about China and what I need you to
do there,” he paused. “I would postpone this trip until I could
go with you and when I was certain you were well,” he held
up his hand to stop Aine from interrupting. “With the body
dump here, I have to stay. I have to stay not just for the
investigation, but to discover Damek’s plans. It is my hope
that by staying here in America, Damek will think this trip of
yours is not as important to me as it is, that it is just a trip
to establish an import contact.” Wynter looked down at the
papers neatly piled on his desk.
“Danny has been employed here since I started this
company. I trust him. You can also trust him. He does not
know that we are vampires. Keep that in mind, Aine.”
Aine nodded, not saying anything, uncertain where
Wynter was going with this conversation.
“I asked him to check the security codes. He said
someone turned off the alarms and reset them thirty minutes
later. He was going to check who had the password and
bring that person to me. What I need to decide is what to do
with this person.”
“How will you know it is the right person? They could
have used anyone’s password,” Aine pointed out.
“That is true.” Wynter leaned back in his chair.
“Magic, Aine, will tell me the truth.”
Aine opened her mouth and closed it. “I have to get
used to this magic thing still.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” Wynter called.
Danny entered, followed by a thin, blonde man with
nervous eyes.
“The police are done for now?” Wynter asked Danny.
“Yes, sir,” Danny said, closing the door with a firm
click, and leaned against it.
“Sit, please,” Wynter instructed the blonde man.
“Aine,” Wynter said, “This is Harvey Scand. He has
been with us for a few months now.”

Aine nodded and said nothing. She studied the man
sitting next to her. He fidgeted, plucking at the seams of his
pants or the buttons on his shirt, avoiding eye contact with
anyone in the room. She felt a ripple of energy come from
Wynter and wash over her, past her, to fill the room. She
looked over at Harvey.
Havery’s eyes grew wide and he stopped shifting
about.
“How long have you been one of Damek’s,” Wynter
paused looking for words. “One of his chosen ones?”
Harvey shrugged and tried to look relaxed. “A couple
of weeks. He said you might ask.” Harvey froze.
“He told you not to let me find out, did he not?”
Wynter’s words were cold.
Harvey looked panicked as he nodded.
“You know what happens when you let Damek
down?” Wynter asked.
Harvey whispered, “I die.”
“That has always been true,” Wynter said with finality.
Aine’s gaze darted between the two men, uneasy
about this exchange. She was even more confused about
Danny still being in the room while Wynter conducted this
interview. If Danny didn’t know they were vampires, why
would Wynter let the man stay in the room? Aine wondered to
herself.
“Danny,” Wynter looked at the man leaning against
the door. “Take Harvey’s keys here and move his car to the
back side door.”
Danny shook his head, as if dazed and left his post at
the door.
‘What are you going to do?” Harvey asked with a
tremor in his voice. He felt his hand fish his keys out of his
pocket, against his will, just like when Damek wanted him to
do something Harvey didn’t want to. “You’re one of them,
aren’t you? Like him?” He handed Danny the keys with a
shaking hand.
“What did Damek tell you?” Wynter asked causally.
Harvey’s mouth worked but no sound came from his
lips. Fear glazed his features and he began to tremble.
The snap of Danny closing the door startled Aine.
She stayed in her seat, watching Wynter rise from his seat
and walk around the desk to lean against it in front of Harvey.
“I had my doubts about you when I hired you. Your
records showed you have a history drug problems.”
Harvey nodded.
“That is how you met Damek, correct? He gave you
drugs.”
“Yes, sir,” Harvey said in a tiny voice.
“What did he promise you?” Wynter spoke soft but
firm. “Drugs?”
“Yes,” Harvey swallowed. “All the drugs I wanted,
anytime I wanted a fix.”
“What did you have to do for him in exchange?”
“Follow you and her,” he nodded toward Aine. “Tell
him where you went, what you did.”
“You told him about the man from the bar.” Wynter
said, not asking.
“Yes,” Harvey said. He began to shift in his seat
again. “I told him you got a text message, too. I followed you
two back to where you leave that car of yours, not the nice
one you usually drive, but that junker you parked in the other
building.”
Wynter nodded. “You let Damek in?”
“Yes,” Harvey replied. “I turned off the alarms and
cameras and opened the gate for the other guys.”
“Damek did not oversee this job?”
“No, the sun was still out.”
Wynter nodded. He said nothing for a few minutes.
Without warning, Wynter’s hands shot forward,
around Harvey’s neck. Aine flinched at the crunch as Wynter
broke the man’s neck.
Wynter released the man. He looked at Aine. “I
protect what is mine, Aine. If the police were not already in-
volved, I would have drained his blood. Two bodies, drained
of blood, connected to this business and me would be bad.
That would have called attention to me.” Wynter sighed and
leaned back against the desk. “To us. To survive in this
world, we need to blend in.”
“What will you do now,” Aine asked in a small, scared
voice. She shook with the violence that had just happened
two feet away from her. Her stomach stirred to life, threaten-
ing to expel its contents again.
“I will be able to make it look like a car accident.”
Wynter looked at Aine. “He is not dead, yet. You can see
him breathing.”
“I’m not sure that is any better, Wynter.” Aine stood on
shaky legs.
 “I will make it look like he was high and drove. He will
die in the crash, looking like it was an accident.”
“Have you done this before?” Aine asked and knew
the answer. “The last accountant. He didn’t leave the coun-
try. You took his life.”
“Yes, Aine, I did.” Wynter’s eyes searched Aine’s
face.
“Do you need my help with…” Aine looked at Harvey,
hoping Wynter would say he didn’t. She wasn’t sure if she
could help him dispose of the man next to her if he did ask
her to help.
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“No, I can take care of this myself. Incidentally, Danny will
not be doing any more than moving the car.” Wynter studied
Aine’s pale face. “Aine, are you going to be ill again? You
look…upset.”
Aine shook her head. “I need to think, Wynter.”
Aine left the stark office, closing the door softly behind her.
__________________
© 2007 Angela Pearson & William Blumburg
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October 1 2007
I am
By Yara Nightshade
This Month’s topic Is “I AM”. I pondered for several months
what I could type up that would fit with this.
I am an occultist and I do believe in the “I AM” statement,
which for some is known as “Christ Conscienceness” within
ascension, and even though I am not a Christian, I to do
believe in the spirituality Of “I AM”.
For instance, I am a vampyre, I am reincarnated. I am a
child of the god and goddess. I am a soul of Source. I am an
Ancient being. I Am a seer.
It is while thinking of this that I decided to contribute my most
requested piece to the Kindred tribune. This is a exercise
to help awaken your past lives, and even help with astral
projection.
Now, it is written from my own experience, a method I used,
however it has been distributed in olden days to my groups
and readers of my various websites and forums which no
longer exist.
I know that most vampyres and kin have now awakened, but
this article may still help others who want to awaken some
hidden things within.
All I ask is pay careful attention to my disclaimer, and with
that being said, enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is my most requested article for my homep-
age, and from people I know looking to awaken such in
themselves.
If you believe you may have past lives, then you may try this
exercise. However, there are other methods and I do not
discount using them with this exercise. This is how I awak-
ened most of my past lives, so it is my experience that I am
drawing from. If it works for you, then I am glad, but it may
not work with everyone, and all i can suggest is for you to
continue trying if that’s what you’d like to do.
Also You can not force memories to come. Memories come
when your mind and spirit are working as one, not when the
self wills them to be.
You have to let go and let it come to you, and it takes time,
and it comes with SACRIFICE.
So be sure you want to unveil what is hidden.
1. Get into a quiet place that means allot to you or where you
can be alone and undisturbed for an hour or so.
My place was my bedroom and so on, because it was where
my computer or radio was.
2. Before you lay down on your bed, turn on the radio or cd
player, or turn on your computer and go to your fav online
radio station, etc. ANY music can be used, but Trance seems
to have the best results just because it seems to harmonize
with the Flow of Spirit. Be sure its something you like and can
“fall into” because you will need to concentrate on it and fall
into it and you can’t be up changing the channel 50 million
times. In my day I used Metallica too self trance too and that
is fine. It’s YOUR lives, Its your Music that can take you back.
Its all about you right now.
3. Ok Lay down on your bed. The most open position is to lay
down flat with you facing the ceiling, your arms out to your
sides, palm up, your knees slightly bent at the sides, with
your feet not straight up but sort of relaxed to the sides as
well. This helps distribute your energy flow. If you’re wearing
shoes or anything that is uncomfortable, remove it ahead of
time. You don’t want to be distracted by scratchy socks or
tight clothing etc.
4. You want to listen to the music and close your eyes. You
don’t want to squeeze them shut or be rigid. You want to just
concentrate on the music and its ok to play it somewhat loud.
You want it to fill your mind’s eye and nothing else.
Also focus on your hands and feet. There are Energy vor-
texes in the body there, or Chakras (Shock-rahs) you want
them open. This helps better guidance of your body’s energy.
You may be thinking you need to direct this energy, but the
body knows what to do with it, and how to do it.
Also I guess I need to state firmly and foremost that It helps
a great deal if you are a severely open minded and not a
religiously repressed person.
If you think God is going to punish you greatly for trying to
uncover your past lives and your not open to the metaphysi-
cal or you fear it etc..You’re not going to get very far at all. It
also doesn’t help if you are a religiously confused person..
aka a wiccan xtian or a gothic xtian, or a you just can’t make
up your own mind about what is real or not.
Perhaps you feel a time frame in history where you feel a
keen interest in. You should think about what you know of
that time frame as you listen to your music. At first images
may crop up like daydreams, but the diff from memories and
daydreams, is that in daydreams we normally do not visiual-
ize loves ones or ourselves dying or being wounded etc, and
this is one of the first things we may uncover about past lives,
because its a spirit altering traumatic experience. That is why
i said be sure you want to uncover your lives.
5. If images appear let them take you, focus and be one with
the music. If there seems to be a wall your hitting, don’t feel
discouraged, sometimes, something happened to us that is
repressing our memories, and they do not always come out
right, sometimes they are jumbled from life to life, sometimes
you remember something and its not what happened at all,
and the real truth is buried within what was created to look
like a real memory.
So how can you discern real memories from created ones?
A Created memory is almost just like a real memory except it
has chinks in it, like something does not fit quite right with the
rest of the memory in question.
It takes someone deep in their awakening to uncover re-
pressed memories like these. Right now we are uncovering
the basics, so even if you get memories that don’t feel or fit
quite right, keep going on them till you find what really hap-
pened.
Many feel the awakening is a short burst of time in one’s life
but one never stops their awakening as long as they are not
repressing it and are open to it’s knowledge. There are how-
ever different stages of awakening, and repressed memories
may not come out until the person’s 8th year of awaken- themselves.
ing and upwards. Repressed memories are hard to break
through, and prepare for the shock and disbelief when you Just like if a normal person made fun of them for being dif-
do. This happened to me a year ago in January. Everything I ferent, so would they also judge you for being more different
knew about a couple of lifetimes turned up on its ass, literally than they are.
and it took a long time before I felt like myself again, because
the identity I knew was gone. I am finally again, in my newest So learn to be more open minded than they are. Or be ultra
skin concerning these memories and I feel like I am better for secretive about your kind..
the growth period I went through. _____________________
© Yara Nightshade, June 2007
6. As your listening to the music, and your one and into the
music, you should be thinking about the time frame in ques-
tion and if you’re responsive to this type of self trance you
should be seeing stuff by now.
This is how it was for me, but everyone is different, and I am
very responsive to this kind of thing, so it was easy for me.
IF you are seeing anything ask yourself questions about the
memory. What is around you? Is there grass? Is it green,
brown etc? Is there any weather? Are you seeing any build-
ings? Is there anyone else with you in the memory? Is there
anything you sense but can’t see? Self trance for me taps
into my clairvoyant-ness and clairaudiency. With these abili-
ties you can view the past as well as see things regarding the
near future or even distant future. My Empathy also allows
me to see / feel things in a memory, and I’ve also used it to
help trance the energy of others in a memory, to see if they
were mundane or vampyric, other-kin etc.

7. It’s best to only start out with self trance for no more to 30
mins or an hour. Yourself will return to you naturally if time
gets away from you.
Its quite natural to do after a while, and you can go for longer
periods of time. By all means, write down whatever you saw
/ felt / heard / tasted /smelled. This will be your past life or
dream journal, book of shadows etc... date it and write it all
down. The more you experience in that between place will
help you learn more about you, and is an interesting read
down the road.

8. To focus on coming back to yourself, breathe in and out

forcefully several long times, and unwrap yourself from the
music and feel the room about you. (these also help focus
your energies, so you will be more aware of the energy about
you), open your eyes and continue to breathe out and in
several minutes. You may feel more refreshed and focused
and alert.
This practice may also help you astral project in sleep as
well.

9. Also another important thing is tot ry and compare your

notes with what you remember with history books, if the
lifetime happened on earth. You may remember memories
that have nothing to do with earth life and if so, you will not
want to mention these memories anywhere else because
their are some jackasses in the kin communities who think
that every past life must follow the earth time line, or the kin
type or vampyre type you remember yourself to be MUST be
something written down about already, sorry to bust every-
one’s bubbles, but most often you will remember something
else! OMG! lol Some (Most) people can not handle this and
so seek to ridicule you, because that is what people have
learned to do with everyone who is slightly different than