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The gothic nature of our beasts
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As the world gears up to handle the hysteria that will sweep teenagers everywhere with the release of the new Twilight movie, New Moon, I’m reminded again – in fact more and more these days, I see media and people asking why are people attracted to vampires, why are they so popular as opposed to werewolves.
One Twitter follower stated, that she thought women were attracted to the notion of vampires because they represented in a way, the knight in shining armour sweeping the woman away on a white horse, but with a hint of danger.
Sorry, but I don’t ever want to meet a dead guy on a white horse, especially if it puts my life in danger, or if his horses name is “Pestilence” and there are three other guys riding horses with him!
Hello end of the world is so much further than “hint of danger”!
I’ve read somewhere else that a journalist believes we all have a gothic side to us therefore gothic equals love and understanding of all things vampiric.
Yeah well, disputing that.
I don’t consider myself to be gothic. The online dictionary, says gothic is:
noting or pertaining to a style of architecture
I may have my bad body days where I might say I feel as bloated as a house, but I don’t think I resemble “architecture” when I say that or when I don’t, on my good days.
pertaining to or designating the style of painting, sculpture characterized by a tendency toward realism and interest in detail.
Well I am very much a REAL person and if by details they mean gossip, then we could be on to something with this one..
pertaining to Goths or their language
I have no idea what a “Goth” in this sense is – let me check the dictionary again. Okay it says A member of a Germanic people who invaded the Roman Empire in the early centuries of the Christian era.
Again, way before my time. Also, I don’t speak the Deutschland. I do however know a bit of French, Dutch and the odd Norwegian word or two.
pertaining to the music, esp. of northern Europe, of the period roughly from 1200 to 1450
- um, No.
pertaining to the Middle Ages; medieval
NO, wasn’t born then, and don’t consider myself to be any kind of evil, let alone medieval.
barbarous or crude
Only when drunk. So that’s what, barely ever?
noting or pertaining to a style of literature characterized by a gloomy setting, grotesque, mysterious, or violent events
hmm, sometimes my life might seem to be characterized by a few of these elements, but I don’t dwell in it.
noting or pertaining to the alphabetical script introduced for the writing of
Gothic by Ulfilas
No I do not write like this with that script – I use times new roman font.
being of a genre of contemporary fiction typically relating the experiences of an often ingenuous heroine imperiled, as at an old mansion
hmm, I have heard people call my place a mansion before. But no.
So I don’t think I fall into this love-fest everyone is having with the concept of Vampires.
Yes, I’ve watched the shows, Buffy and True Blood which are great. But I have never once, associated myself with the vampire characters, and I have never once, wanted to be with the vampire characters.
I’ve always seen myself with the human characters because that’s who I live around. Beause I embrace my human side, and enjoy that part of it. That’s the world I’m in.
I think mostly that people want to fall in romantic lust with the undead vampires because they’ve been portrayed by very pretty and charismatic people on TV and screen. Because ‘paranormal’ people, such as yours truly, have something to offer the nons. The fans of the paranormal. They first think of escapisim and some sort of happy little fantasy that measures up to their ideal in their head.
Because it looks like they come from a very exciting and different world. And it probably beats going to an office job five days a week.
Of course, our paranormal lives, might be very normal by nons standards if these so called fans of vampires and werewolves were to be a vampire/werewolf ALL the time. What would they then want to be? – A human?
Oh and aren’t I (and all paranormals for that matter) meant to believe that’s what paranormal beings are striving for thier whole lives? like it’s our ideal?
But it concerns me that people are attracted to blood drinkers, these ‘vampires’ only need blood to survive. And more often than not, as shown in these shows and movies, they get their blood from their loved one. Draining them a little bit more each time its needed of life.
I kind of see that like being in an oddly abusive relationship. “You must give me what I need to survive.” – if vampires are so immortal like, you’d have think they’d figure out a way to get the blood without demanding it of their loved ones after all this time and the time in the world to figure that out.
But again the portrayal of this notion leads us to believe it’s done as an act of love either self sacrificing or not.
I understand the attraction of blood too, because my werewolf, is attracted to it. It’s kind of like, you can take so much out of the evolution scale but blood will always be part of the werewolf.
Doesn’t mean I demand it of those around me, but the animal inside of me is aware of it, and attracted to it, because it’s a predatory thing. Part of the werewolf make up.
Oh and that’s another thing, why don’t people see vampires as predators that are a danger not something that can give you a ‘hint’ of dangerous excitement?
I mean, niave much?
I think the reason people seem to like vampires is because quite simply put, they resemble, according to most folklore and movies and tv shows, humans. Yes, that’s about it. So humans are seen as more attractive and on the level of attraction to other humans than an animal. They think bestiality when they shouldn’t.
Plus, werewolves have been getting a bad wrap for so long, they’ve always been portrayed as “monsters” while the PR machine has been working over time in turning the image of the vampire around into some sort of misunderstood, moody, romantic lead, worthy of its un dead life.
But really if that’s all it takes to make someone like you, then again, its just about how not far, humans have come.
How shallow to like vampires because of their looks and at the same time, use that against werewolves because they loose their human image. But it does not mean werewolves loose their humanity, unlike Vampires.
But as it turns out, Nons are a vain lot (no pun intended) and they’d rather believe in what they can see (looks) and be fooled by these things than true intention. Hence, vampire popularity.Which you would think, in the scale of morals, deep seeded truths, and need for emotional connection, that would count for more than it does, in the image and reputation of the werewolf.
Which seems a likely truth of the gothic nature of our own – vampire, werewolf, human – personal beasts.
Shape Shift
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I’ve spoken about shape-shifting before, but there are times, believe it or not, when it’s not that easy to make happen.
Call it show time nerves if you want. Or lack of confidence, but it happens. You see, shape-shifting can be called upon at any time. Not necessarily just Lunar Week when we all at some point in time, we have to shape shift, as is our nature.
But if you’ve been badly injured or traumatized in an event, sometimes it can just be too hard to figure out how to bring forth the shape-shift. We kind of loose our focus a bit and really, that’s all that’s needed to make us loose our ability.
It’s never permanent, that would be a little bit…impossible given our hybrid existence, one can not exist without the other and all that. But while the human half is always in charge, and on display, the werewolf part does get a say in things too. Sometimes more than others.
One of the ways to hold a shift at bay, at least for a limited and eventually unsuccessful amount of time, is to fight a shift. I’ve done this before. I think three hours is my new personal best. Problem is, eventually I shifted and the day after, when I came to as myself, everything on my body hurt like a bitch.
I mean, blinking an eyelid hurt. You fight it, you suffer the consequences. And when that happens and you wake up aching all over like you’ve been trampled to death a few times, well it’s not like you can call on the magic again to self-help yourself.
With another shape-shift.
Energy gets zapped big time. Especially if you shape-shift too often. Too frequently or too fast. Human Body can’t sustain it that much. It just worsens your conditioning. You become more susceptible to things. Loose some of the tough conditioning your hybrid body has been given.
You come to hungry as hell, wanting not just a big red stake, but about five. It’s insane the amount of food you shovel into your body to refuel it after a shape-shift. But your werewolf thanks you and it helps you feel better, faster, too.
But there are other ways to shape-shift when you can’t. You get help.
I saw his hand on himself, as it moved back and forth and he breathed heavily, watching the shape-shift occur.
The scent of fur and warmth and heated earth, filled our nostrils and he hardened ever more in his own hand as he moved quickly, the blur of the change over filled my vision and I felt the slightest change effortlessly.
My body bucked up, still feeling the last wave, a moment of ecstasy and a final gasp of human breath, before my gray wolf came too. Looking over at him.
Animal attraction
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Animal attraction, has takes on a whole other meaning when werewolves are involved.
There is literally an attraction, something from the depths of your werewolf’s being, connecting, reaching out, seeking another werewolf. I thought I had it with Conall. I mean, we have a connection, and it’s built on trust and intensity that much, I do know. But then, well, I haven’t felt the pull of something as powerful as what I did when I was in Manhattan doing a favor for my sister, playing courier to the Lenape Maen pack.
Which meant seeing Paris again.
To say he is gorgeous is an utter understatement.
The man wouldn’t know how to look bad, even if he didn’t shave, or brush his hair. He’s simply sexy. Looking at him makes me want to graze my teeth on his skin, bite into his flesh and mark him. Believe me, for a werewolf to want to mark another, it’s a very territorial thing to do.
Marking a wolf, is like claiming them as your own partner.
It sends out a common message to other would be encounters and suitors that, that wolf is off the market and can not be taken.
Okay maybe I’m just letting my mind wander a little, because he’s stunning and older and I if I’m not mistaken, I think he keeps flirting with me. But then again, maybe that’s his way, maybe he flirts with everyone. Some people just come across that playful, that you feel like their attention is honed on you.
Yes, I’m sure that’s it.
Really.
Unconsciously flirting with my hormones. Yes, that’s what Paris is doing.
After I handed the package over to him I passed on my sister’s message with it and turned to leave, when he asked me out of the blue.
“So that guy, Conall is he your boyfriend?”
I stopped and turned around.
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” Paris laughed arching an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn’t going to declare I was in an open relationship in the reception area of his office. I watched his face think through my answer and lack of answer.
“Must be convenient…”
“Nice is a better word for it.”
Paris smiled at me. “So If I wanted to ask you out some time…” He trailed off and we held each other’s gaze. The silence would have been defeaning if I wasn’t listening so intently to his heart beat’s pick up. I’m pretty sure he was doing the same with me. Werewolf hearing, its sneaky like that. You can actually guage the real reactions of people. Helpful too.
“Then you should do that.” Couldn’t be any clearer in giving him a green light, could I?
“And it won’t incur me the wrath of a Breukelen?”
It was my turn to smile. Like that would be an issue, ever.
Paris is an Alpha werewolf, Conall is a beta. Granted he’s a great fighter, but I’m guessing, even just by looking at the size of Paris, from his business suit attire, that he’d pummel Conall, without breaking a sweat.
“We have an understanding about our relationship.”
I almost laughed out loud at the look of surprise on Paris’s face as his eyebrows shot up again. I knew he was smart, that he’d make the connection without me having to tell him exactly.
“Oh.”
I nodded my head and watched him look down at his feet and move back on them and forward again. Wow, that was a fast way to kill a light hearted moment of temptation wasn’t it?
Good work Chance. Really.
I hoisted my handbag onto my shoulder and started to move.
“Chance,”
I turned around.
“I’m not good at sharing something I really want.”
Now it was my turn for my eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. The look on his face was one of casual ease, cheeky even, but his eyes looked determined and hungry. His true feeling were there. I was under a predators gaze and my gut was clenching, in nervous excitement. I had to remind myself to breathe.
“How do you know what you really want?”
“Instinct. I see something I like and I just go right after it.”
“Typical Alpha male.”
We laughed and he nodded his head. I saw the fire in his eyes calm down a bit.
“Well I won’t wait by the phone then.” I joked smiling at him before walking away as I heard him laugh at my response before saying to his secretary.
“I like her.”
A Werewolf’s favourite band?
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I was asked the other day if this was my favourite band (for obvious reasons).
Once upon a long ago…
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I got sent a link to the Wolfman trailer by @booklover73 on Twitter and it got me thinking about the tale of The Wolfman I was told as a child.
Since it’s almost Halloween seems appropriate to share it, so gather round gentle readers, and read along to this dark tale.
Once upon a long ago, there was a land in chaos.
In the United Provinces of the Spanish Netherlands the king of the land, was not pleased with his kingdom. He believed to rule his kingdom properly, everyone must follow his rule under, his god. He wanted the people of the provinces to have one god only.
The people of the seven provinces had always lived good lives. But when they told the king they did not wish to follow his god, they mad him mad. The King formed armies of men in silver who were dispatched to make the people, listen to his decree. When they did not, they often met with death at the end of a sword, or were hung.
The people lived in fear of the kings silver men.
The men in silver were many, and always travelled as large groups on horseback. They carried swords, and they never left a village standing. Their arrival always signaled that death would follow to those who opposed the king.
But there was one village the silver men came to, that history would prove, to be different to the others they had conquered.
In the province of Uterecht, most of the villages had heard of the warring these men were bringing across the lands. A man named William, had spoken to them, told them of what it meant to fight the kings’ rule. William formed many friends, who rode with him across the provinces spreading the word of what was coming to those who did not do as they king wished.
The villagers of Maarssen, knew they could save their own village if they sought the council of their neighbors the Breukelen for help. They knew it would not be long before the silver men visited the town and burned their houses for not following the King’s decree of one god for all.
The village of Breukelen was also a small village, filled with families, farmers, blacksmiths and women who made the finest patterned materials of silk and wool. They like the Maarssen were a happy village, who were happy to live their lives from day to day, doing as they always had.
After speaking to the elders from Maarssen they decided the best way to save their villages from ruin and keep their people alive was to join their defenses.
The war of the silver men, was always moving closer to them, every day.
Together they sought out their surrounding neighbors for help in protecting the lands they lived on and their people.
They formed groups of messengers. Each group with a member from the Maarssen and the Breukelen was told to ride to a village and seek their support for the war.
The villages were spread wide and far.
The evening two of the messengers reached a village, but it was already too late.
Every house in the village burned. Bodies lay slain in the streets and pierced through pitchforks as a warning to those who rode through, of the might of the kingdom’s silver men.
Flames burned crops of wheat. The night sky was so blackened from the smoke of many fires, that the stars could not be seen for three whole nights. Instead of sunlight for those three days, ash rained down from the darkened sky.
Few animals managed to escape being slaughtered. Horses ran scared through cobblestone streets. The cattle of farmyard animals, whined so loudly that it was said the messengers thought they were crying and screaming at the same time, as they stampeded the nearby lands in confussion.
But one man, was found alive in the village.
On his knees, he wept.
He wore a fur across his shoulders, and a helmet with a wolf’s head on it. He held a younger man, in his arms, his eyes closed, blood staining his clothes.
“He was my brother.” The Beserker told the messengers.
“He fought the soldiers. He tried to stop them from coming into our village. We are peaceful he told them. We have artists here. Artists do not need to seek god or war. We have taverns with mead that you will be given all night. Beds for you to rest in as long as you need. But the soldiers did not care. I could not get to him, before they drew their swords and cut him down. A woman screamed and then they began burning our homes, killing our people.”
The messengers listened to the weeping Beserker. They offered to help the Beserker bury his brother, so he could be at rest. The Beserker, was so angry by the thought of parting from his brother, he yelled at the messengers:
“I will ruin the fires of the one god and king in blood and love. When the moon is next full, I shall walk amongst those who seek to destroy us as a man. By nightfall they will only see the beast of their creation, an animal that abhors mankind, and only seeks to fuel his revenge through their death. I will tear them apart with my teeth and cut open their flesh. I curse their life if it can not be this way for them as it is for me!”
The messengers, tried to help calm him down. But he would not be parted from his dead brother nor listen to the messengers who told him to join their cause. The Messengers realized there was nothing further they could do and left.
It is said that after three nights of falling ash from the sky the darkened smoke cleared and the full moon was able to be seen.
The messengers continued to form their alliances with the villages, and fight the silver men’s armies. Reports came in from far and wide of a lone creature, not unlike a wolf but some said more like a man, seeking out only the silver men and those they protected under the king’s rule. These people would be found dead, their throats torn, their hearts missing, with only claw and teeth marks on them. It was often said that wild animals, wolves in particular had attacked them.
But those two messengers always thought that this was the Besersker’s curse to carry as the Wolfman, forever seeking his vengeance, yet never satisfied.
Tags: Anthony Hopkins, Benico Del Toro, Beserker, Breueklen, fable, fairy tale, full moon, gothic, Hollywood, legend, Maarssen, the wolfman, twitter, Uterecht, werewolf
She Wolf
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S.O.S. she’s in disguise
There’s a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
A domesticated girl that’s all you ask of me
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy – She Wolf, Shakira.
I saw a website that said “what’s hotter than werewolves”?
Fair question, after all, we are damn hot if I do say so myself.
The answer was “Shakira werewolves.”
As in the Colombian pop singer, Shakira. Yes she of the odd little pop songs with such lines as “my breasts are small and humble so you don’t confuse them with mountains, or my hips don’t lie.”
Catchy songs, odd lyrics.
Shakira is hot.
I’d add her to my girl crush collection.
But I doubt she’s a werewolf who’s so openly, singing about werewolves in her song She Wolf.
Although maybe she’s taking the hide in plain sight approach rather than deny everything. But I doubt it.
After all, I watched the video clip which is a vague attempt at some sort of female, empowerment song. Possibly through what else but ‘female sexuality’(is that all the female video pop race ever has to offer us??). The video is something like madonna’s hung up video mashed up with Beyonce’s single ladies leotard and throw in a go go cage for good measure.
First of all She Wolf Shakira, we – female she wolfs, do not cage ourselves. At least I don’t. Especially during full moon or >lunar week .
Werewolves generally only tend to cage themselves if they feel they may loose control of a shift and turn feral when they hit wolf form. Or if they’re being punished by the pack for something. See the whole nightclub scene helps with the shape shifting atmosphere, we find ourselves immersed in, kind of take care of that process. Keeps us calm as it were.
Certain clubs, have rooms, places that are a bit like a hotel as it were, that are available for the werewolf crowd during lunar weeks. These places are not luxury hotel rooms, actually they’re rather sparse. Basic but clean and strong and nice enough if you don’t need the luxuries. There’s usually a king size bed on one side of the room, an en-suite and that’s about it. So should a wolf get caught short, too close to a shift to leave a club, or maybe they don’t want to leave the club in time, they can book the room for the night.
What would the point be to putting us in a hotel room? You see a shift can be rather, well what’s the best word to describe this…volatile? If you’re alone when you shape shift it’s not like the movies where you drop to your hands and knees and stay still in one place and scream. You move, thrash, rock and shake. Your body spasms automatically and jerks you about. So there’s a fair bit of movement happening when a shape shift kicks in. It’s easier and smoother when you’re with other werewolves and less prone to coming too and destroying a room on sight.
It’s kind of like sensory memory – if you have a routine, that you stick to, your werewolf gets used to it too. You figure out what works for you and it becomes your religion. Because there is no worse feeling than lack of control. It’s like having all sense of freedom taken from you. Because you can’t be you in which ever form you find yourself in.
It’s interesting though that Shakira chose a “she wolf” however to be her songs darling. Makes me wonder if she thinks all werewolf females are so domestically docile as her songs suggests. Because really, not the case.
Werewolves have adapted to being urban creatures. So finding ourselves in an urban environment, like a nightclub room or a house, is common place enough now. Once upon a long ago time, there would have been werewolves who expected forests and landscape to sense as they came too. But now, you’re talking about a few generation that have conditioned they’re werewolves to accept and expect an urban landscape as they’re natural ground to be in.
Oh and what’s with the “coming out, coming out, coming out” lyrics in the song? Am I supposed to gather it’s about the woman deciding to be herself? Or is Shakira talking about the “werewolf rainbow connection”?
Cause that is a whole other deal of scene for another blog post, people!
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Suburban Mystery
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Funny thing happened on the way to the mall.
Well not ha ha funny.
But you know, something ‘unique’ happens, something out of the ordinary and you just get all these little thoughts sparking in your head and you know you just wouldn’t get them for no real reason at all…yeah, well if that makes sense, then so will this..
I was roller skating down the street when I saw something on the ground. Natch, I braked before it, intending to bend down and pick up the silver object on the sidewalk.
Only a guy, in front of me, coming from the opposite direction, whom I think I may have momentarily startled by my sudden breaking, right in front of him, did it for me.
We stood separated by about four inches of space.
The startled surprise look swept over and off his face and he looked down, at first, I thought at my groover-licious new skates, (have to wear them in a bit) and then I realized he’d seen the same small object of shiny joy on the sidewalk that I had. I think only, maybe he thought I’d dropped it in my sudden haste to break before it.
Funny how you can stop on a dime when you know how to. Ha ha.
He reached down and picked up the well and truly flattened coin. He held it out before himself, between us in his flat open palmed hand. We both looked at it. Wasn’t a dime. It was a quarter.
What’s that saying? Find a penny pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.
He looked from the quarter to me and nodded his head, moving his hand further towards me. He hadn’t said a word at this stage. Then again, neither had I. I smiled at him thinking what a nice guy, he wants to give me what by finders rights, should be his luck for the day.
Besides, judging by his smell (mostly of the stinky uncleaned human variety) and slightly rough, unkempt attire, I’d say he could’ve done with the quarter more than me.
I nodded my head at him, and looked from the coin to him again. He smiled back at me and I picked up the coin from him.
He nodded his brunette head again, quietly, still not saying a word and he moved to the right, I moved to the left and we went around each other. Back on our way to wherever the other one wasn’t going.
I turned in a semi circle to skate backwards briefly, looking back at my silent citizen, when I noticed the back of his jacket. I swear my mouth dropped open.
It had a wolfman design on it.
Like the T-shirt I’d bought awhile ago at the Noho flea market.
I skated back towards him, because curiosity had a grip on me. It’s a bit of suburban mystery this wolfman thing (Fast becoming my obsession)
You see, this wolfman design in New York, it’s not terribly common and yet it just pops up at different places and something about it makes you notice it. Well, I keep noticing it, out of all the street art around. It’s like I now have this uncanny ability to spot this wolfman design whenever I’m out amongst any busy wall of grafitti. Probably cause my mind goes looking for it!
Lol.
This got me thinking, I mean, I think I’ve only ever seen it, in areas populated or frequented by werewolves. I don’t know that any of my friends have seen it firsthand. I mean, I know people who’ve talked about the wolfman and the mythos around who might be doing this graffiti art and why. I remember hearing conversations about it, but it’s like I’m the only person I know out of my circle of friends who’s actually seen this design. Or is that just because I pay more attention to my surrounds than my fellow packmates?
So is the wolfman symbol a friendly, yet silent bit of advice to Nons?
A warning of what to look out for?
Or just art?
Someone building a neighbourhood name for themselves?
Someone trying to do some sort of “viral”promo for that movie that’s due out soon of..yeah, you guessed it..The Wolfman. Studios would try for that street cred. Hmmm…
This design looked like the one on my t-shirt.
Actually it looked exactly like stencil street art. Like an earlier version of my t-shirt because it was all monochrome in white. But you could still make out exactly what it was an image of. No signature, no tag, no name or writing on it.
You know, like someone has cut out a stencil of the wolfman, walked up behind this poor dude, who lets be honest, looked a little homeless, and spray painted it on the back of his only jacket.
Just as my silent good luck buddy was about to turn around, I stopped and sped back off the way I’d been heading. I mean what was I going to do? Freak out the nice homeless guy who’d given me the lucky coin? Cause I was curious over some vandalism on his jacket. That maybe he didn’t even know was on the back of his jacket, or maybe he did and it didn’t bother him.
He’d probably think I was mugging him for the jacket! Because I was already roller-stalking him!
Tags: good luck, grafitti, New York, noho market, obsession, suburban mystery, werewolf, werewolves, wolfman
Imagine if they did
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About the same time I started this blog, in June this year, NASA started a program called LCross (Lunar Crater Observation and Sensing Satillite) to search for water on the Moon. How does this work?
On June 18th, mankind, Americans in fact, literally bombed the moon.
Yes the moon.
The one and only Moon that orbits our Planet Earth. You know the one, the one that helps Earth maintain it’s gravity and therefore, life on Earth. We bombed it. Essentially we dug a really big hole into the thing that helps our planet function. We fucked with the safetynet of our world.
As reported in USA Today on the 10th October 2009, Peter Schultz of Brown University said “We just slammed something the size of a school bus into the moon going really fast. It was a lunar encounter of the hardest kind,”
Should I feel proud about this destructive achievement Peter?
Should I be as excited as you seem to be with your words?
Apparently slamming something, at over 6,000 Miles per hour into the surface of the moon has become acceptable for the survival, it might seem, for human kind.
But what about the werewolves of the world?
There is no denying that to the werewolf culture, the moon is a very important element.
It’s highly regarded because of it’s entanglement to us. Hello! It literally controls our whole being.
So it concerns me, that without regard for this part of the population, scientists and government seem to think it’s okay to fulfill their curiosity by ruining and interfering with something they should not. That means more to me and my kind, than it could, ever, to them. I wonder how they’d feel if they were as affected by the moon each month as me and my kind are.
So far, they haven’t done any “bombing” on a lunar week, but give them the chance and I’m sure the experiments will start. Imagine if they did. Would it be a bit like that new TV show Flash Forward. See how many of us drop like flys or have some weird freak out because of their interference with a connection to our life source?
Mankind is so determined to outdo itself with its all conquering nature, that often we overlook the potential for devastation and the repercussions of our “greatness” especially over inanimate objects like mountains, rocks and now the Moon. These visions of greatness get so overlooked that we fail to see how we could go wrong and where we did. I mean, it’s not like the moon can fight back?
Have I felt any side affects or repercussions from this attack on the Moon?
No. Not yet.
Probably because as Mr Schultz from Brown University told USA today “The LCROSS impact produced a crater five times smaller than a football field “.
Oh great, its still a VERY LARGE DENT to make when messing with natural forces you shouldn’t be touching! No wonder the world is supposed to end in 2012 – we’re ramming the moon in 2009! Give us time to destroy ourselves!
I mean, it’s like experimenting with a life source here. What would happen if NASA managed to make a big crater on the moon? Or crack the moon’s crust and make unstable? How much more blasting can they do, before the werewolf population starts to feel different? Before we drop off like flies?
Do they even care?
I think the obvious answer to that last question is no they don’t care about this minority group of humans and how we will be affected if they continue to “bomb” the moon as such. Why would they unless they had a personal connection to any of us?
Maybe they see it as a way to get rid of us. Genocide without having to own up to it? After all, not everybody believes Werewolves exist. Yet perhaps if the government know we do and see us as a threat, well it could be considered the perfect way to attack us, without, actually attacking us. Not that I believe we’ve ever done anything to them that could be seen as a threat. Their moon bombing is deviously clever, really.
I believe, the moon, like the region of Antarctica, should remain the only free zones in the universe that belong to no country and to everybody. Which means, we should treat them with respect and understanding. Not actions of violence under the misguided notion that we’re doing it for “the greater good.” They say they’re looking for water, maybe they are, and if they happen to wipe out Earth’s werewolf population, for no reason at all, they’ll just call that a big fat bonus.
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