Esoterically Lost
There was a time in my life, many (many manys) when I wanted to be a vampire. At the time it was not so much the immortality thing that got me (I don’t really want to live for ever - that would be so tiring), but it was the supernatural, super powers with which they were endowed that really appealed to my gawky teenage life. Sure, I could have wished for a super power and been a super hero, but it was the suave, sophisticated darkness of the vampire that appealed to me. I also had a hard time grappling with the whole drinking blood thing, though. That always made me a bit queasy. So, had I become a vampire, I think I would not have been particularly brilliant.
A few month’s ago, when Terry O’Brien did an Esoteric Saturday here at the Transparent Hypnotist, he wrote about hypnotic vampires. His post was fabulous, so I do not need to do a repeat of it. Instead, I offer a slight tangent to it.
Last night, I anticipated a sequel (I know, I know….sequel, grumble, grumble, grumble) to one of my favorite childhood movies, The Lost Boys (go figure). The sequel, The Lost Boys: The Tribe spun in my DVD player and began playing. I thrilled to the pre-movie music. I longed for my youth and craziness. I awaited the seduction of the vampire. And I received in-you-face gore. I am old. I am old. Alas, I watched the movie in a slightly mordant state of mind and went to bed. No seduction there.
But, BUT, there was one scene (just one) that caught my fancy. It was an almost hypnotic moment, when the subconscious mind shines through. In it, the main vampire hands a dead rose to the heroine. Here’s where I wish I had the script (or the patience to find the scene), so my synopsis of it will have to do.
He asks her, “Do you believe that with sheer willpower of the mind that one can change reality?”
She says, “I thinks so.”
“Do you know so?”
“I know so.”
He has her cover the rose with her other hand, close her eyes and visualize the rose as vibrant and alive.
“Do you feel it?”
“Yes.”
And then he has her uncover her hand, and wouldn’t you know, the rose is a freshly cut bud.
It’s not really hypnosis, probably more of a magic trick (I would love to learn how to do this one, I am sure an illusionist could give me some pointers). However, the way the vampire phrased it, it was a wonderful example of a guided visualization. Very nice. Very positive.
And so, with that bud of something good, I leave you on this beautiful Saturday. No more vampire dreams.
August 23rd, 2008 at 7:13 pm
Ah, yes. I remember The Lost Boys but not quite as fondly as you do, Ellie. The presence of the Coreys (Haim and Feldman) ruined a lot of the fun for me — they overplayed their parts and spoiled the tongue-in-cheek underpinnings. Oh, well.
But I, too, mourn for the vampire of old: the subtle, sinister mastermind manipulating those around him/her through mind games and the accumulated wisdom of centuries. Last year one of my sons asked me to take him to see 30 Days of Night for his birthday and I had much the same experience you just did. The vampires in that movie are nothing but a pack of wolves who speak. It was supremely disappointing.
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August 23rd, 2008 at 10:43 pm
Thought I am religiously watching the two Coreys I have to admit that I have never seen this movie. Your description makes me curious.