OK so earlier on my path, before hearing or reading abouy any comparison between sorcerers and vampires, i was began to form the connection in my mind. I've only read a blurb about it since so i would be happy to hear anyone else's comments on that metaphor as well. First i will tell my story and tthenshare my thoughts on the whole matter.
So at the time of this event i had recently taken a plunge into the world of power/knowledge. It was a very difficult and exciting time for me. On this particular night i was out partying. After visiting several venues i ended up in a bar with a dj playing. The whole night i had been feeling the vampire mythos real heavy. I could feel it in myself...vampirism. I could feel it in the air. Like a story being played out before me...where i was the main character and everyone knew the plot but me.
I will say that i was feeling particularly desperate that night. What i was going through was accepting that i was differentfrom everybody else...much different. I felt that i couldnt have fun in the same uninhibited way as the other party-goers. I didnt have the right demeanor, the right look, or the ability of wild abandon that they had. In fact while everyone else seemed to be having a grand old time on the dance floor, i was stomping hard, with fervor and precision to not miss a beat. I was - in spirit- blasting dimensions and getting downloads from reptillians. Real knowledge. Cold, hard knowledge. The type of knowledge that you wouldnt wish upon anyone.
Anyway, so i was feeling like a freak, feeling like a vampire, and just beginning to accept that i would never be capable of being an average man... In all its blissful ignorance.
So needless to say it was a very difficult emotional time for me and to be honest there was still a small part of me that suspected i might just be going crazy.
Until i took a break from dancing and turned to look....
Right there, standing 20ft away and staring right at me was a man. He immediately poknted at me and signaled for me to come here. He had singled me out. He looked oddly fimiliar and my insides lurched when i recognized him. It was Jason F***en Stackhouse from True Blood!!! (Its an HBO sitcom about vampires). He greeted me with a hug.
Now, at this point i instantly recognized it as an omen. The universe was showing me that there was validity to what i had been feeling, and proving that i was not crazy. I also knew that our conversation would be symbolic likewthe spirit would be speaking through him. So i was on high alert for omen interpretation haha.
The first thing i said was "i know who you are!" and he replied "Who?"
"Jason!" he signaled for me to 'Ssshhhh' and then said "But tonight...im just a man."
BOOM! Right there. The facts were laid out hard. He could have been the epitome of what i was wishing i was- handsome, sociable, blisfully ignorant...and there i was, dumbfounded. But at the end of the night? Hes just a man. I was entering the sorcerers world. The dreamers world. I was anything but a normal man.
The rest of our conversation was simple except that he said one more thing that stuck with me. After a pause in our talk, he asked me if i had ever been to a certain festival. I said yes, its great . he replied " see, i wanted to connect with you in some way." as if to tell me that a man of knowledge can still enjoy the simple pleasures of life. A bit of a relief to me.