Memoirs of a Real Vampire: The Voidborn. Introduction. What this is. Awakening. (Patreon)

The Voidborn. Introduction. What this is. Awakening.

I have tasted starlight. I have consumed darkness. I am void, where all light is crushed and all is born. I weave creation with one hand, and wield chaos in the other. At my feet lay Infinite possibility, and I ignite the spark of transformation within others with simply my presence. I invite all who wish to rise to stand at my side— not beneath me, but together.

There is no fear for the darkness, for we are of it, and all can utilize it as well— vampire and otherwise. It is how we are connected. One with the eternal night.

I’m getting ahead of myself, let me begin slowly.

My name is Jack Townson, but it is only one of many that I have worn. I have lived more lives than I know, and I have seen great beauties and horrors alike. I have watched empires fall, waged wars larger than any sea, and I have experienced hunger unlike anything most will ever fathom. I have walked through time as a force of change, and I have learned so much that I wish to share. For now, it will be here. This place will be my sanctum. And for those who wish to learn… I will teach. I warn you, the things I offer will not align perfectly with other vampires— for my experience is unique. From what I know, there are few like me… but I am not the only one.

Being a vampire, or what you would call a vampire, is simple… yet very complicated and nuanced. At its base, a vampire is a being who requires external pranic energy (consensual of course) to thrive and remain tethered to their form. Yet it is far more than that. Far more than clubs, and parties, and wild nights dancing under bloody hues. It is a psychic and paranormal phenomenon, for we walk in both the physical and what lies beyond. It is a state of being, yet we are also here to guide— for we are shepherds. And as such we have a responsibility— to awaken the world in what ways we must.

Vampires hold a length of supernatural and psychic abilities, we wield magic’s that are or can be innate to us, and we shape energy as easily as a water flows from a pipe, we are masters of our craft— and for what we have not mastered yet, we learn quickly and with a hunger.

Speaking of hunger— it is very real. I remember the biting phases from childhood, attempting to draw what I couldn’t understand in the only way my young mind could fathom— and eventually I began to coax energy from those around me, even before I knew what the Hollywood idea of a vampire even was. This hunger serves a purpose— for some it keeps us tethered to our forms, for others it heals the wounds suffered from our karmic debts and traumatic past lives— and for others it allows us to take in what we lost from having an overwhelming yield that taxes the corporeal form.

I was seven years old when I experienced my first awakening. And yes—there are several.

It was harrowing. My world widened exponentially in an instant, flooding me with awareness I was never prepared for. I became attuned to the energies that surrounded me, to the ghosts that wandered my hallways, to truths that stretched beyond the limits of physical sight.

Visions haunted me—not mere dreams, but waking memories of another life. I saw myself as a soldier clad in armor, a crimson tabard soaked in blood hanging from my form. Before me stretched a vast landscape of green, and in the distance, a castle sat atop a hill, waiting for my return. The image burned into me, vivid and unshakable.

And then the dreams began. But they were not just dreams.

I would see entire school days before they happened, replaying conversations before they even took place. At times, I could predict events, though rarely with precision. Stranger still, I found myself slipping from my body in sleep—drifting, wandering—only to appear in the dreams of others.

And I fed.

I did not understand what I was doing. I only knew that something inside me craved. I would take, without knowing the consequences. And in the waking world, those I fed from would speak of exhaustion, of unexplained lethargy, of nightmares they could not escape. Some whispered of a presence—a figure standing in their doorway at night. A shadow. A void.

But we will get to my experiences in time.

For now, understand this: this is what we are. Whether your origin is like mine or shaped by something else, we exist. We are real. And there are thousands of us, across all beliefs, all paths, all walks of life.

An Exercise in Energy: The Chi Ball

For those who seek understanding, begin here.

Everything is energy. It flows through us, around us, within us. To wield it is not a matter of belief, but of practice. And so, I offer a simple exercise—one that will allow you to feel it for yourself.

1. Find a quiet place. Sit or stand in a comfortable position. Let your breathing slow, steady. Inhale deeply, and with each exhale, release tension. Let your awareness settle into your body.

2. Rub your palms together. Do this for several seconds until they feel warm, alive. Then, slowly pull them apart, about six inches apart, facing each other.

3. Feel the space between. Focus on the air between your hands. Imagine a current of energy flowing between them, like static, like heat, like liquid light. Move your hands slightly closer, then apart again, as if compressing something unseen.

4. Shape it. Envision a sphere forming—a ball of energy, soft and malleable. You are not imagining it. You are sensing it. Give it color, weight, texture. Make it real.

5. Expand it, compress it. Play with it. Push and pull it as if kneading something between your hands. Notice the resistance. Feel its pulse.

6. Release or absorb. When ready, let it dissolve, absorb it back into yourself, or send it outward as a gift. Know that you have shaped something intangible into form. And that is only the beginning.

We are more than flesh. More than thought. We are energy. We exist. And we are real.

“Me lú-ea gidim-ma

Me uĝ saĝ-ĝá nam-ĝar

Me dugud, nita, ús

Me dim-ma u hul

Me gidim-ma-e”