Michael Anthony Keane

He lifted himself up over the edge of a stone column at the end of the rooftop and came to rest upon the corner of a long block of buildings which came to an abrupt end looking out over vast cathederal grounds a graveyard stretched out directly below the veiw.
The sun had just sank below the horizon and it's afterlight lit up the skyline sending soft amber hue's gradually fading from shades of orange to azure blue as the first of the nights stars appeared upon the darkening horizon of light above.
Clouds still flickered like a vast fires burning embers gently giving way to shrouds of grey ash almost as if reluctant to let go of the suns rays, he breathed in deeply and sighed as he pondered the almost perverse vanity of artists who attempt to paint such sceanes, as if they could ever capture such fleeting momentary Magick of natures cascading and fragile gifts.
It seemed to to him that the fires and colours of his own soul were frozen in the sky, a moment as eternal as time itself. In his imagination he could see a vast gate slowley opening each night as the sun set, through which all of his ancestors marched out singing as they walked in the procession of ages, their voices echoing an eternal song of the souls Immortality, heralding with mighty roars and whispering winds the coming of Our Lady NIGHT, filling the world with a thousand dreams and playful nightmares. For when we watch the sun rise or set we partake in an event which a billion other souls in a bilion other times,places and moments also shared, fixed in time, just indeed as the light now fades away.
Once more as his own soul touched its own depths he became profoundly aware of his lonleyness, a lonleyness which spanned over 5000 years of endless wanderings across the globe in search of another soul capable of walking with him on this,the greatest of all the adventures this universe offers, that of physical human existance and the precious potential for Immortality which beats deep within its soul, a condition which is saught by all but attained by only a very few. Even after all that time he still found it hard to understand why his life seemed ruled by a force greater than himself,as if some wicked God manipulated his every move regardless of what he might want or not want, moving him here and there,often against his own will following a purpose and patterns that he dident understand,trying to make sense of it all,sometimes seeing the point,mostly rendering him more confused than ever, but, it had never done him harm, in fact the onlty time he became hurt or harmed was when he went against this "higher will" which controlled him. Even so his sense of isolation and lonleyness was an ever-present feeling which seldom abated.
He looked upwards at the brilliant,black,blue brightness of the night-sky and breathed in the lividly vital air as if it were pouring down from out of that infinite blackness itself like some incandeceant liquor and exiting every atom of his being with celestial fire. He pondered on the idea that night-time opened the heavens of space to his nostrils and alowed him once again the breath the clean,pure air of space & eternity itself.
He lowered himself down and sat on the edge of the building,feet dangling over the steep drop to the street below. Slowely, one by one the stars lit up and the beautiful night unveiled her pantheon of infinite parts who in turn unveiled an even more infinite whole and as night unveiled her glory each star in turn lit-up corresponding constellations within his own being,awakening praterhuman energies inside him, igniting one flower of power after another inside him until his whole being seemed filled with an invisible light which emanated from the darkest parts of his own soul.
. Somwhere in the distance amidst all of the sounds of the city,police sirens giving chace to another stolen car,or the police helicopter whirling in pursuit,the screams of children letting out their frustrations and tensions in furtive play down narrow streets,the endless drone of traffic in the neon distance, the distant smell of the sea from the river.
Thru all of this he could still hear the eveing cry of the birds as they settled down into the canapy of tree's scattered in the huge gothic cathederal grounds directly below him. He took aother long,breath letting the air flow to every part of him as if norishing his very soul and every atom of his body, fractalizing through his brain and blasting out every remnant of pain,discomfort,anxiety or distress that had ever ailed him and washing it away from him,forever leaving behind only a sintillating vitality which roared through is brain like an unstoppable flood from some rampant volcano.
He pondered on how conscious awarness of our own certain,eventual death and our mortality gives such tremendous impetus to our love for life.
Once again he thought to himself, "These fragile moments,lost in time are all I ever had to give, these fragile moments,lost in time, are all I will ever be, The secrets, far more precious and beautiful than most will ever know or see, sweet Innana,come to me."
For him the Goddess was all, She and she only, above all the other gods most trully represented the impecable complexity,diversity and savage beauty of not only creation itself but the very essence of the relationship between spirit and matter which comprises the miracle and mystery of existance and conscious creation. WOMAN. No other being so acuratly represented the inconceivable wonder and sheer Magickal power of the potential of the human soul and its ability to enter into an eternal relationship with the universe and its transformative energy For it opens up doorways into an adventure which few have even dreamed of and even fewer have undergone for those who have taken those steps leave no footprints in the snow. He sighed with a quiet,silent,private joy at this fragile,powerful,secret beauty that men so flippantly call "nothing at all" and tinged with sadness laughed quietly to himself. He who had wandered throughout time itself seeking for freinds, finding nothing but himself at every turn, being bitterly disapointed and violently hurt everytime he had made the mistake of beleiving that the "next person" would be capable of Immortal love only to find disapointment at every turn.


A Life filled with pleasure, yet curiously always so alone,cut off from the world,society,people, wondering if he would ever find another to share his dark gift with-someone with the intelligence and inner conviction & strength who wouldent be destroyed by it. So many times in the past he had thought "this might be the one" only to find that they had sucumed to the corrosive nature of the dark gift when it is not used with care and dicipline, "everyone wants the chocolates but no-one wants to pay the price for them" he thought. When will man learn that the best and greatest of lifes gifts deserve to be treated carfully and with the greatest respect & reverence?

Down in the streets below cars, more than would be normal for such a backstreet, slowley kerb-crawled seeking out some poor, cold, junk-soaked prostitute who frequented this street to releive them a little of their burden of bordom. These "men" were mostly married, bellies full of the roast dinners their wives had just lovingly cooked for them and their family and who now beleived that he had just popped out for a breath of fresh air or a short drive on some errand or other. He detested these sad fuckers who had more of a life and money than he had ever had and who yet had no appreciation of the luxury of a wife or a family to love and love them back, work, a house and a car, and yet NO appreciation or awarness of the fullness and treasure that is life itself or the things within it.
He pondered on the sad state of affairs which seemed to make people forget the Majesty and wonder that is life itself, of the fleeting beauty of the sunset or the song of a bird greeting the coming dawn.
As he looked out over the cities neon glow he compaired the sorry creatures below to this so-called "society" in which they live and where his soul had found wisdom,knowledge,beauty and truth in turn they had turned it all into this, this pathetic excuse for a so-called civilisation,hanging by a thread to its humanity while giving in at every stage to their own stupidity and base desires wringing out each part of their souls in turn until all that was left was a worn out and badly abused walking corpse. How he despised this self-presumptious social perversion that mankind while being so close to awakening to its Magickal soul yet still veers dangerously close to yet another descent into the disasters of which mankind is so familiar with, while on the surface it appears to thrive beneath its skin there rots a billion living dead,lost to their own beauty and lost to their own power they ride life like a leaf washed into a relentless and mercyless sea of life.
Very very few learn how to ride those vast waves of sheer raw,living power, even fewer learn what it means to temper those inexaustable passions and control them-but it is only those who do so that stand the slightest chance of delivering themselves to the stainless abode beyond the death and decay of ignorance and human stupidity.
The jelous, the envyous, those who cannot or will not accept the conditions by which a human soul might become more than itself and so draw a litle closer each time to their own true natures, for the soul can only grow when it becomes aware of itself beyond what it itself is capable of becoming for that is the nature of the soul in that it never ceases to become and is therefore closest to its own true self when it is in this state of perpetual formation or transformation. The soul has no time to proclaim " I am" for it is only so in its own perpetuity, moving directly towards the unknown ,expanding indefinetly towards an infinitly extended creative process.
All these thoughts tumbled through his mind as he sat on the edge of the rooftop watching the now vanished setting sun and breathing in the miracles of creation. A 1000 times his genius had poured through his conscious thoughts always frustrating him due to his curious desire to communicate these things to others,something he had never really sucseeding in doing leaving him to wonder if it were ever really possible to "share" the dark gift, wether it were ever really possible to reveal ones genius to another, experience had taught him that more often than not it just made people either scared of him or resent him in one way or another,thinking him to either be a "smart-ass" or fool. It would almost never actually make them better people nor leave them with anything other than a facination for the unusual and unknown on the level that a child might find his attention captured by a new kind of a sweet or candy. The world is sucking on a bone, people are seldom raised above their own infancy, suck suck suck, consumerism, everything is just another "thing" to consume or devour fervently, they colour it in many different ways but it amounts to the same thing-very little indeed. "Suck till you die!" is the battle-cry of consumerism and the call to a life of wasted possibilities never fullfilled or explored. Satanism isent about a small cult of cat-killing bored out of their sculls youth, Sananism is a thriving,sucsessful and well established social reality, it is to be found in the Industrial revolution and upon the Altar of economic convention,it is the society we are NOW living in, it is the rule of the few over the weak, the eyeless pyramid of power, the goverment of liars and cheats, the absence of intelligence and the false prophets of the media, all designed to keep YOU from your own personal power,your own souls liberty,your own lifes true potential something that is being sucsessfully done on a global scale, welcome to the House of Satan

Below he watched the sillouette of a man moving slowley across the pathing stones and imediatly recognised him as the man who had recently savagly beaten and robbed one of the girls who lived a few blocks down some weeks ago, "Aha" ! he thought, and in an instant he stepped off the edge of the roof and descended a few meters behind the man without him being aware of his presence in the slightest. He moved silently up close behind him and covered his eyes gently with his hand so that all the man felt was a dark,gentle breeze bearing down on him so that he swooned,confused and temporarily paralized, when he regained his composure once again he realized he was no longer standing in the street where he had been one moment before, he became aware that there was someone standing directly behind him. Before he could react he felt an iron hand grip the back of his neck and turn his head slightly to one side. A sharp,forceful pain on the left side of his neck triggered a violent struggle but no matter how much he flailed his arms and legs neither the grip nor the sharp pain in his neck ceased.Then a wave of warmth and rest swept over him and just as he was about to yeild completly to this drunken feeling of pleasure another hand clasped his genitals and slowley crushed his testicles until they burst inside his now bloody scrottem. No scream could issue from his mouth,no struggle ensued, he just went limp as the vital life-blood was drawn slowley from him as if someone were drinking an exellent wine, gradually and with relish. He could feel himself being drained and with each beat of his heart he felt his lifes vital fluid leaving him, while the pain faded away along with his will to live. Just before his victims heart stopped Our Vampire let this now lifeless body drop to the ground.