I'm back, sort of. I never really left, but at the same time haven't really contributed to this blog. I can't make any promises that I will contribute on a regular basis, but I will contribute when I really have something to say, such as today.
I have been, for as long as I can remember, a fan of the dark, mysterious and enigmatic side of life. As such, one of the biggest draws for me is the lore of the Vampires. I say "LORE" because realistically speaking, I have yet to come across any concrete and reasonable evidence to suggest that a Vampire is nothing more than lore. Sure there are people out there that state they are vampires, and even go to the extent of drinking real human blood from donors, but believe it or not, that does not make you a Vampire. At least not in the Hollywood depicted sense, and especially not in the traditional sense.
So why am I writing this you may ask? Simple, I wanted to get some things off my chest. Much like my other interest (paranormal), I grow tired of all the bullshit that I read about and hear about when it comes to Vampires. What I grow more tired of, however, is the fact that people cannot, and will not, come to grips with reality. You are all human, period. Whether you drink human blood or otherwise!
I watched a couple of videos on YouTube about people who call themselves Vampires and say that they have a need to drink blood..a NEED to drink blood. The psychology of the human brain is a wonder isn't it? Don't get me wrong, to each their own, but keep it to yourself and stop trying to make others believe what isn't true. It's one thing if you believe it, it's totally another thing if you try to impose what you personally believe about yourself onto other people. It's like the never ending saga that is religion, same concept. People are free to believe what they want here in North America and they do, however, problems begin when one tries to impose his/her belief onto someone else (for the most part, and this is excluding areas where bigotry and other backward thinking exists).
Speaking for myself, I would love to be a "Hollywood" vampire. Sure, I admit it, I would love it I were to be a Vampire that is immortal and lives the lifestyle of the vampires you see on the big screen, but, that's not really what the word Vampire really is. A real Vampire, a true Vampire is an undead creature, a corpse reanimated who's sole purpose is to feed off the living. Not so glamorous is it?
In any case, I'm done. I needed to vent and I've vented so I should be good for a while.
If you have any comments, you know what to do, if not, oh well.
Dorrian
Wednesday 5 September 2012
Thursday 1 March 2012
Ouija Boards
I always hear the negativity surrounding Ouija boards. How they are tools that the Devil uses to get to you, or how demons use them as gateways to be able to possess you. You rarely hear about the other end of the spectrum. How they can be used to tab in to people who have passed into the beyond.Like anything out there, exercising caution is always advisable. Ask yourself this question; would you use a hand gun without being careful? Or would you use heavy equipment without proper safety gear?
Sure these examples aren't the best examples I could've come up with, but I think you get the idea. I have used the Ouija board multiple times throughout my life and never did I encounter a situation where I became possessed. Or, one of my favorite things I hear is that once you have a Ouija board, you'll never be able to dispose of it. The original board I had is no longer in my possession and hasn't been for years. I gave it to someone and didn't wake up the next day with it lying next to me in bed.My friends and I, when we were teens, used to play on the Ouija board almost on a daily basis. None of us encountered a scenario where we became possessed. Nor did we encounter the dark prince himself. So, where does all this fear mongering come from? Is it religious zealots just trying to scare you? I would think it's most likely the case. Most of these people who spew this are most likely religious people who are scared of it and relay that fear onto others.
So,what is my opinion of Ouija boards you may ask? I say that it's okay to use them, as long as your intentions are good and you use caution. If your intention is to use it to get information on someone in order to harm them, I would not act surprised if something bad occurs to you down the road. Like anything, be careful, don't be stupid when using this tool. Ultimately, the Ouija board is a tool, much like a recorder is a tool being used by paranormal investigators to capture a fleeting voice from beyond. Use what is between your ears and don't be foolish.
Dorrian Knight
Sure these examples aren't the best examples I could've come up with, but I think you get the idea. I have used the Ouija board multiple times throughout my life and never did I encounter a situation where I became possessed. Or, one of my favorite things I hear is that once you have a Ouija board, you'll never be able to dispose of it. The original board I had is no longer in my possession and hasn't been for years. I gave it to someone and didn't wake up the next day with it lying next to me in bed.My friends and I, when we were teens, used to play on the Ouija board almost on a daily basis. None of us encountered a scenario where we became possessed. Nor did we encounter the dark prince himself. So, where does all this fear mongering come from? Is it religious zealots just trying to scare you? I would think it's most likely the case. Most of these people who spew this are most likely religious people who are scared of it and relay that fear onto others.
So,what is my opinion of Ouija boards you may ask? I say that it's okay to use them, as long as your intentions are good and you use caution. If your intention is to use it to get information on someone in order to harm them, I would not act surprised if something bad occurs to you down the road. Like anything, be careful, don't be stupid when using this tool. Ultimately, the Ouija board is a tool, much like a recorder is a tool being used by paranormal investigators to capture a fleeting voice from beyond. Use what is between your ears and don't be foolish.
Dorrian Knight
Wednesday 1 February 2012
A Full Circle
When was the last time you took a good look at your life and asked youself; did I just do a full circle? I've done that recently. I'm some of you have as well. As I hinted at in prior posts, my belief system did a 180, then did another 180. Kind of made my head spin a little.
I grew up in a Catholic family, although never really practiced it. Then at some point I got drawn into the Occult. I would go to the local Occult store -which was conveniently close to my house - and browse all the different books on magic, spells and more. It was a dark time in my life and I sometimes wonder whether that had anything to do with my decision to head down that path. After a few years, I made a conscious decision to head down a different path. I decided that I would place my faith in a supreme being. Not the Christian God, but an all encompassing being none the less.
I thought I had it all figured out. I was happy, prayed every night and all was good. Then 2009 happened. This was the year, on my birthday to make it even more interesting, that made me do another 180 turn. I had lost faith in the faith that I had envisioned. I was once again disillusioned. For a while, I did what most people would have done in my shoes, I turned to the Occult once again. Although this time I didn't get into it with as much vigor as the last time, I am still on that path in a way.
I don't go to the local Occult store like I used to before, but I still go once in a while. This time, the difference is that I came to a realization that all along, I have denied my true self. Didn't matter which path I took. This time, I have chosen my own path once again, but on the opposite end of the spectrum. I have chosen the dark path. Just to clarify, the dark path does not mean that I have decided to be evil, it just means that I am embracing the dark side of life. I've always enjoyed a good horror movie and novel. But it also means that when I pray, I pray to the other end of the spectrum. I don't wish anyone harm, I would much rather just be left to my own devices.
I don't pretend to know everything that there is to know about the path I have chosen, I am still new to it. This is a life long journey and one filled with new revelations as time goes on. And I'll admit that on occasion, when things don't quite go my way, I question whether I made the right decision, and maybe this is part of the ups and downs associated with making such a decision. Only time will tell.
Have you ever been through something similar? Leave your comments below and let me know how you got through it.
Dorrian
Wednesday 18 January 2012
Left Hand Path and Right Hand Path by Jeremy Crow
Here's a video giving a brief description of the difference between the left and right hand paths. Enjoy.
Thursday 5 January 2012
Left Hand Path Observations
Here is an interesting video by Venger As'Nas Satanis the Cult of Cthulhu High Priest.
Wednesday 21 December 2011
My Journey into Darkness
Have you ever felt like things weren't right? That no matter what you did, you were deceiving yourself? I know I felt that way for a long time. This is part of my journey. Being born into a Catholic family I was always told that I should behave and act a certain way or else I would burn in a fiery pit of Hell for eternity. Hmmm, could it be true?
Despite all of this indoctrination, I could never reconcile what I felt with what I was being told. So, my journey began. For a number of years, I would say from the teenage years to about my early twenties, I had no spiritual direction. In those years, I dabbled, albeit lightly, into the Occult like so many disillusioned teenagers did. Even that did not fill the void of being empty of spirituality. At around the age of twenty three, I came to what I thought back then as a revelation. Instead of following established doctrine, I had decided to take matters into my own hands.
What I did was I chose to believe in a "God", or a supreme being. Not the same "God" as in any established religions, but a sort of creator of sorts with a twist. I didn't make any claims that I knew exactly how things worked, but that didn't matter. I now felt like I was spiritually whole again. I would pray every night for the well being of friends and family and even when my father passed away nine years ago my belief and faith held strong. In fact, if anything, it became stronger. For many years, up until I was the age of thirty five, I held true to that belief.
Fast forward a bit to the year 2007. This is the year that my belief started to get a bit shaky. In December of that year, my mother had an incident. I was at work when I got a call from my sister asking me if I knew where our mother was. I said that she should be home. She called me about it because she said she tried calling home and no one answered. Since she lived near our house, she said she was going to take a walk over to see if everything was okay. Once she got there, she saw my mother lying on the kitchen floor, unable to get up. My mother at the time was seventy four years old, and had pretty serious arthritis on her knees and one hip. After she fell, she simply could not get herself up.
Needless to say, she was brought to the hospital. It turned out that she had apparently drunk some alcohol and with the amount of medication she was on, it probably did her in. As a matter of fact, she seemed pretty drunk even by the time she was in the hospital. Now, someone of that age, firstly should not be drinking, was kept at the emergency room while they ran some tests and made sure she didn't break any bones, especially her hips. All looked good from that aspect, but for some reason, the doctor said that they needed to keep her there a bit longer while they performed some further tests. She didn't say immediately what the test were for, but eventually she told us it was for her heart. Apparently, my mother had a condition with her heart that required her to have a pacemaker put in. To make a long story short, she ended up spending the Christmas holidays in the hospital while waiting for the surgery.
During her stay at the hospital, I of course prayed for her well being and a speedy recovery. When the operation finally took place, it went through without a hitch. They kept her at the hospital for a couple of days past the surgery, just to ensure everything was good and finally released her in time to have her home for New Years. This incident, and certain details of what occurred while my mother was in the emergency room that I will not disclose, started me on the shaky path. But, still I held firm even though seeds of doubt had begun to sprout.
After my mother was back home from the hospital, all looked well. She actually started to look and feel better than before the surgery. This was great news and helped to suppress those seeds of doubt for a little while. Now, fast forward a little bit again to April 6, 2009. My mom's 75th birthday. On that day, my mom wanted to make a special dinner to celebrate her 75th birthday with us. But, that didn't occur. Instead, we hear a big thumb from the kitchen. My brother, my sister and myself all ran to the kitchen and saw once again that my mother was on the ground. This time however, she had managed to hit her head on something and she split her eyebrow open, right to the bone. Immediately, my brother took her to the walk in clinic just up the street, and they advised him to take her to the hospital right away. So he did. Off to the same hospital where she was back in December to have the pacemaker put in.
Instead of spending her birthday with her family and a nice meal, she spend pretty much the whole day in emergency once again. Waiting for a doctor to see her and to stitch her eyebrow. Once all was said and done, we didn't get back home until around 7pm. Now those seeds in my head started to vibrate a little, and maybe even formed a little crack so that they can grow. Again, being the stubborn mule that I sometimes can be, I held true to my belief, even if I started having doubts.
Well, the fun didn't stop there. In June of 2009, the same year as the eyebrow incident, my mother suffered a stroke. My mother already started exhibiting signs of early Alzheimer's and suffering this stroke progressed it along even quicker. The part of the brain that was damaged was in the back of the head, the part that is responsible for short term memory. This really did a number on me, and seeing my mother after her stroke forget simple things and say things that didn't make any sense really exploded those seeds into full grown plants.
This is where my journey into darkness began. I was depressed for a while because of all the things that happened and because finally, my faith, my belief, was utterly destroyed and I was left with a big void again. This is the same faith and belief that stood strong when my father passed away. Now, I was empty, I didn't know what to believe any more. Again, I turned to the Occult for some reprieve from this sense of loss, but none came. To think that I could easily replace what I have lost by reading some books about other people's beliefs is deceiving myself. This is a journey that I must make yet again and must do it on my own. I have finally come to terms with that fact that I am and have always been dark. Not Evil, but dark. I prefer all things dark; hence the name of this blog, "All Things Dark". It's a journey that could very well take me the rest of my life to figure out, but it's a journey that I must none the less take. I just hope that in the process, I am finally able to truly come to a deeper understanding of myself and life as a whole.
Dorrian Knight
Despite all of this indoctrination, I could never reconcile what I felt with what I was being told. So, my journey began. For a number of years, I would say from the teenage years to about my early twenties, I had no spiritual direction. In those years, I dabbled, albeit lightly, into the Occult like so many disillusioned teenagers did. Even that did not fill the void of being empty of spirituality. At around the age of twenty three, I came to what I thought back then as a revelation. Instead of following established doctrine, I had decided to take matters into my own hands.
What I did was I chose to believe in a "God", or a supreme being. Not the same "God" as in any established religions, but a sort of creator of sorts with a twist. I didn't make any claims that I knew exactly how things worked, but that didn't matter. I now felt like I was spiritually whole again. I would pray every night for the well being of friends and family and even when my father passed away nine years ago my belief and faith held strong. In fact, if anything, it became stronger. For many years, up until I was the age of thirty five, I held true to that belief.
Fast forward a bit to the year 2007. This is the year that my belief started to get a bit shaky. In December of that year, my mother had an incident. I was at work when I got a call from my sister asking me if I knew where our mother was. I said that she should be home. She called me about it because she said she tried calling home and no one answered. Since she lived near our house, she said she was going to take a walk over to see if everything was okay. Once she got there, she saw my mother lying on the kitchen floor, unable to get up. My mother at the time was seventy four years old, and had pretty serious arthritis on her knees and one hip. After she fell, she simply could not get herself up.
Needless to say, she was brought to the hospital. It turned out that she had apparently drunk some alcohol and with the amount of medication she was on, it probably did her in. As a matter of fact, she seemed pretty drunk even by the time she was in the hospital. Now, someone of that age, firstly should not be drinking, was kept at the emergency room while they ran some tests and made sure she didn't break any bones, especially her hips. All looked good from that aspect, but for some reason, the doctor said that they needed to keep her there a bit longer while they performed some further tests. She didn't say immediately what the test were for, but eventually she told us it was for her heart. Apparently, my mother had a condition with her heart that required her to have a pacemaker put in. To make a long story short, she ended up spending the Christmas holidays in the hospital while waiting for the surgery.
During her stay at the hospital, I of course prayed for her well being and a speedy recovery. When the operation finally took place, it went through without a hitch. They kept her at the hospital for a couple of days past the surgery, just to ensure everything was good and finally released her in time to have her home for New Years. This incident, and certain details of what occurred while my mother was in the emergency room that I will not disclose, started me on the shaky path. But, still I held firm even though seeds of doubt had begun to sprout.
After my mother was back home from the hospital, all looked well. She actually started to look and feel better than before the surgery. This was great news and helped to suppress those seeds of doubt for a little while. Now, fast forward a little bit again to April 6, 2009. My mom's 75th birthday. On that day, my mom wanted to make a special dinner to celebrate her 75th birthday with us. But, that didn't occur. Instead, we hear a big thumb from the kitchen. My brother, my sister and myself all ran to the kitchen and saw once again that my mother was on the ground. This time however, she had managed to hit her head on something and she split her eyebrow open, right to the bone. Immediately, my brother took her to the walk in clinic just up the street, and they advised him to take her to the hospital right away. So he did. Off to the same hospital where she was back in December to have the pacemaker put in.
Instead of spending her birthday with her family and a nice meal, she spend pretty much the whole day in emergency once again. Waiting for a doctor to see her and to stitch her eyebrow. Once all was said and done, we didn't get back home until around 7pm. Now those seeds in my head started to vibrate a little, and maybe even formed a little crack so that they can grow. Again, being the stubborn mule that I sometimes can be, I held true to my belief, even if I started having doubts.
Well, the fun didn't stop there. In June of 2009, the same year as the eyebrow incident, my mother suffered a stroke. My mother already started exhibiting signs of early Alzheimer's and suffering this stroke progressed it along even quicker. The part of the brain that was damaged was in the back of the head, the part that is responsible for short term memory. This really did a number on me, and seeing my mother after her stroke forget simple things and say things that didn't make any sense really exploded those seeds into full grown plants.
This is where my journey into darkness began. I was depressed for a while because of all the things that happened and because finally, my faith, my belief, was utterly destroyed and I was left with a big void again. This is the same faith and belief that stood strong when my father passed away. Now, I was empty, I didn't know what to believe any more. Again, I turned to the Occult for some reprieve from this sense of loss, but none came. To think that I could easily replace what I have lost by reading some books about other people's beliefs is deceiving myself. This is a journey that I must make yet again and must do it on my own. I have finally come to terms with that fact that I am and have always been dark. Not Evil, but dark. I prefer all things dark; hence the name of this blog, "All Things Dark". It's a journey that could very well take me the rest of my life to figure out, but it's a journey that I must none the less take. I just hope that in the process, I am finally able to truly come to a deeper understanding of myself and life as a whole.
Dorrian Knight
Tuesday 20 December 2011
Precious Little Time
We've all heard the expression "life is short". How many of us really sit down and contemplate that? I know I'm guilty of not thinking about it as much as I should. When I look at the world around me, I see people in a hurry to go to work, run errands, etc. It's a sad state of affairs when you really think about it. Have we forgotten that we live on this planet, this physical realm but for a short period of time? Hey, I know I have forgotten that many times myself.
It's very easy to get lost in the everyday, mundane ins and outs of the daily grind. We all have bills to pay, some more than others. But, what about after work? Why all the rushing then? There's only so much that we can accomplish in this world if we don't take a step back and just contemplate why we are really here and what is really important. Is a high paying job worth living a miserable life at home? Does making more money really afford you more love from your spouse and children? If it does, than I think you really need to re-evaluate your relationship. Money isn't everything, as long as you make enough to have a decent life, that should be all that matters. What really counts is what you make of your life outside work. With your family and friends.
Think about this; back in the old days...I'm talking about not all that long ago...life was simpler. By no means do I suggest that it was easier, but it was simpler. People knew what needed to be done. They went to work, and when they were done with work, they were at home spending time with their families. Now, does that mean that family life for everyone was peachy and rosy? No, of course not. That depends on the individuals. But, there wasn't this incessant need to make more money so that they could buy yet another bigger house or a second or third car. You worked to live and to have a comfortable life.
The irony in this is that I am using a piece of technology that was designed to make life simpler but instead has made life more difficult. With the advent of the computer, which was supposed to make people's lives a lot easier, a whole new job market place opened up. People might say, "but that is a good thing...more jobs". Well, the way I see it is this. What used to be called a 'Secretary' used to have to type out letter on a typewriter. Come on, anyone know what that is? That's right, a TYPEWRITER. Think about this...using a typewriter didn't mean that you typed any slower than you would using a computer, it just meant that if you made a mistake, you most likely had to start all over. Now, fast forward to the present, if you make a mistake typing out a letter on a computer, all you have to do is hit the backspace and type the word out again, or use spell check.
This cut down the time it potentially took for someone to type out a letter. Thinking logically, this would mean that you ought to have more time right? But, realistically, all this means is that now that you can type a document out a lot quicker because of not having to start over, you have more time to work on more documents. All that is fine and dandy until it got to a point now where the employers saw this as a means to exploit. Work load doubled, if not tripled, which in turn meant that our stress level now rose up accordingly as well.
Oh, about the more jobs thing. Yes, the advent of the computer spawned more jobs. Computer programmers were needed, IT people were needed, computer technicians were needed, and so on. But, here's the downside...and as the saying goes, "For every action, there is and equal and opposite reaction!" While a lot of new jobs were created, a lot also became obsolete. Computers helped automate our society to the point where people lost their jobs and their dignity in some cases. For the younger generation it wasn't as much of a problem because they grew up with computers and went to school to learn about computers. But, for the older generation, it meant that they were outed by a machine and now they had to look for work in an ever changing work environment. That's not an easy pill to swallow.
In all of this craziness, the biggest thing we lost is ourselves. Our sense of family, our sense of selves. We spend most of our time today thinking about what else to get and how to get it as opposed to devoting our time in making things work with ourselves and family. We've distanced ourselves from what is real in exchange for material things that only bring temporary happiness. Don't get me wrong, I am just as guilty of this myself. I have grown up with the computer revolution and even went to school to study computer programming, although I didn't finish the course because I got bored.
Another thing that computers have replaced, aside from jobs, is our sense of spirituality. Now, I don't want to get into a long winded conversation about religion, but regardless of your beliefs, this is still the case. Most of us have a yearning to feel like we belong to something that is bigger than us, but the problem is that most of us today think that money and material objects are what is needed in order to feel like we are a part of something bigger. I'm afraid that isn't the case. Getting that new gadget, as nice and cool as it might be, isn't going to fill that void you feel at the back of your head or in the depths of your heart. Believe me, I've been down that path before. What is going to fill that void is some serious soul searching. Finding out what resonates with you! Whether that be an established religion, or an off the beaten path belief. It doesn't and shouldn't really matter, as long as the end result is that you are spiritually fulfilled and happy. Because believe me, in the end, we are only here for a short time after all!
Dorrian Knight
It's very easy to get lost in the everyday, mundane ins and outs of the daily grind. We all have bills to pay, some more than others. But, what about after work? Why all the rushing then? There's only so much that we can accomplish in this world if we don't take a step back and just contemplate why we are really here and what is really important. Is a high paying job worth living a miserable life at home? Does making more money really afford you more love from your spouse and children? If it does, than I think you really need to re-evaluate your relationship. Money isn't everything, as long as you make enough to have a decent life, that should be all that matters. What really counts is what you make of your life outside work. With your family and friends.
Think about this; back in the old days...I'm talking about not all that long ago...life was simpler. By no means do I suggest that it was easier, but it was simpler. People knew what needed to be done. They went to work, and when they were done with work, they were at home spending time with their families. Now, does that mean that family life for everyone was peachy and rosy? No, of course not. That depends on the individuals. But, there wasn't this incessant need to make more money so that they could buy yet another bigger house or a second or third car. You worked to live and to have a comfortable life.
The irony in this is that I am using a piece of technology that was designed to make life simpler but instead has made life more difficult. With the advent of the computer, which was supposed to make people's lives a lot easier, a whole new job market place opened up. People might say, "but that is a good thing...more jobs". Well, the way I see it is this. What used to be called a 'Secretary' used to have to type out letter on a typewriter. Come on, anyone know what that is? That's right, a TYPEWRITER. Think about this...using a typewriter didn't mean that you typed any slower than you would using a computer, it just meant that if you made a mistake, you most likely had to start all over. Now, fast forward to the present, if you make a mistake typing out a letter on a computer, all you have to do is hit the backspace and type the word out again, or use spell check.
This cut down the time it potentially took for someone to type out a letter. Thinking logically, this would mean that you ought to have more time right? But, realistically, all this means is that now that you can type a document out a lot quicker because of not having to start over, you have more time to work on more documents. All that is fine and dandy until it got to a point now where the employers saw this as a means to exploit. Work load doubled, if not tripled, which in turn meant that our stress level now rose up accordingly as well.
Oh, about the more jobs thing. Yes, the advent of the computer spawned more jobs. Computer programmers were needed, IT people were needed, computer technicians were needed, and so on. But, here's the downside...and as the saying goes, "For every action, there is and equal and opposite reaction!" While a lot of new jobs were created, a lot also became obsolete. Computers helped automate our society to the point where people lost their jobs and their dignity in some cases. For the younger generation it wasn't as much of a problem because they grew up with computers and went to school to learn about computers. But, for the older generation, it meant that they were outed by a machine and now they had to look for work in an ever changing work environment. That's not an easy pill to swallow.
In all of this craziness, the biggest thing we lost is ourselves. Our sense of family, our sense of selves. We spend most of our time today thinking about what else to get and how to get it as opposed to devoting our time in making things work with ourselves and family. We've distanced ourselves from what is real in exchange for material things that only bring temporary happiness. Don't get me wrong, I am just as guilty of this myself. I have grown up with the computer revolution and even went to school to study computer programming, although I didn't finish the course because I got bored.
Another thing that computers have replaced, aside from jobs, is our sense of spirituality. Now, I don't want to get into a long winded conversation about religion, but regardless of your beliefs, this is still the case. Most of us have a yearning to feel like we belong to something that is bigger than us, but the problem is that most of us today think that money and material objects are what is needed in order to feel like we are a part of something bigger. I'm afraid that isn't the case. Getting that new gadget, as nice and cool as it might be, isn't going to fill that void you feel at the back of your head or in the depths of your heart. Believe me, I've been down that path before. What is going to fill that void is some serious soul searching. Finding out what resonates with you! Whether that be an established religion, or an off the beaten path belief. It doesn't and shouldn't really matter, as long as the end result is that you are spiritually fulfilled and happy. Because believe me, in the end, we are only here for a short time after all!
Dorrian Knight
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