It’s been an interesting day. I met another of my kind. It would seem I’m able to fool my kind by using a little trick I’ve had up my sleeve for quite some time.

When you can bond with spirit energy, you can bond with damn near any entity. It’s this little trick that is why I say “If there’s one thing for sure about Solomon, it’s that nothing is for sure.”

When you bond with an entity it’s not like it is for those who channel. Channelers or Mediums take a back seat while bonding is a symbiotic relationship. What any might say through me is as good as it coming from me and gives me the ability to lie to any, even Telepaths. What gets said is true, just not in this realm or reality or dimensional universe.

They can speak of their lives as if they were me and no one is ever the wiser.

This little trick took quite a few years and quite a lot of fucking up to develop.

It also allows me to tap into the abilities of any I bond with. I feed and get a gift upgrade all at the same time. It’s why even those fucking angels back the fuck up when I come through and demons just run.

I never thought I would ever see myself bonding with what some might call an Arch Angel.

Those fuckers are some of the more powerful beings in existence and they are not really angels. They are not really anything but energy and consciousness that has transcended and can no longer incarnate.

Their vibration is far to high to exist within flesh. If it wasn’t for my genetics I would not be able to hold them within me for the days on end that I do. I can hold them as long as I like and they hate that. For the first 40 years of my life they took advantage of me and ever since I have made them think twice about that ever being a good idea.

Those fucktards robbed me of my life for so long that once I had reclaimed it I had no idea how to live. It took me years to figure out what I really wanted from life and to shed the shit they left behind.

Though had it not been for them I never would have had my first son.

That child was one of the most beautiful human beings that ever walked this Earth. Out living him has always been one of the greatest curses of my life. He did live to a ripe old age of 204, however he looked ten times older than me. I’ve been there to watch more than a few of my children die from old age. None of them got the soul sucking vampire genetics.

I have 3 kids now that I know I will watch die someday. For me being a father has always been one of the greater joys life has to offer. Holding them as newborns and guiding them through the early years and watching them grow and become who they choose to be is something I don’t think I can ever find the words for.

It’s why I am so picky about the women I take as lovers. I look for a woman who will be a good mother.

As a soul is brought into the mortal existence it receives an emotional imprint from both parents. That thought is why I’ve been so serous about sex most of my 5 centuries.

Any tart can choke on a cock or be a freak and a half in the sack. It takes a real died in the flames to be reborn Phoenix of a woman to be a mother. The mother of my first child was not the sort of woman I would ever have another child with again. There are reasons that she ended up with a tumor between her legs and cancer in her throat.

She lied quite a bit and used sex to manipulate men. She was my 2nd wife. I would think I would’ve learned enough from her to not marry the 3rd one who was a lot like her.

I did truly love Nicole.

Our son was created out of that love.

I used to have this nickname for him, The Dude. I used that nickname to make sure he would grow to be a good and decent human being. At age 4 when he would act up or out like any child will, instead of punishing him I would ask him “Is that being The Dude?”

He would get upset and say “No.”

“What does it mean to be The Dude?”

“Say please and thank you. Work at being friends with everyone. Always say excuse me…..”

The list was stuff most can agree is decent human to human behavior. By the time he was 10 wild geese, who normally attack people, swam up to him and let him pet them and pick up their young and pet them.

I definitely know how to raise a good and decent child to be a good and decent human. I’ve never used that same nickname with any of my other kids. They each got their own nickname, however I used the same approach with them.

I love being a dad. I always loved being The Dude’s dad most of all. He was my first that was biologically mine. I had stepchildren I loved every bit as much as I loved him and my other children over the centuries.

It’s why I say to be a motherfucker is a term of respect you earn. If you are fucking a mother that means there are children involved and you damn well better step up and be a man and a real father to those kids.

I have no desire to remember all the people I ever met who had step parents who were the lowest of low life scum this Earth has ever produced. Men and women both who fucked their step kids.

As far as I’m concerned every daughter and step daughter I’ve ever had either died or will die a virgin. I know that’s a blatant lie however I have no problem swallowing that lie. I have one now who is married with children and she’s still a virgin in my eyes and always will be.

I’m that dad that the first time they go on a date is when I pull out a broad sword and sit in the living room sharpening it. I muddle up my accent a bit and ask the lad if he has ever seen what it looks like when someone gets their head cut off with a sword.

There have been times when at my daughters schools there is this rumor about a girl whose dad has a collection of heads in the garage. I do have that collection, they’re all fake heads in jars.

It’s not that I’m demented, I’m strategically twisted.

And to think I’m worried about people being afraid of me for being a soul sucking vampire.

I think that’s enough for tonight.