Fictions Favorite Monster Types

The monsters of our ancestors still remain along with their legends except for the dynamics which have changed. Like how mankind once feared giants: man-eating Cyclopes, Sea Beasts, and Radioactive Dinosaurs which are now starting to turn more and more towards the friendly side. Other monsters have evolved while still many others remain the same. Here’s a rundown of the best.


The Witch in drama circles is a psychological monster created by the hysteria of paranoid Christians; while in horror, the witch has a tendency to lean towards magic and Satan worship. This stereotype has always plagued the witch from Shakespeare’s Macbeth to Arthur Miller’s The Crucible.

But the Witch has evolved to include Satanists, Templars, Gnostics; and any other cults and alternative religions persecuted. In horror, this includes stories involving human sacrifice and ritualistic murder.

The Mad Scientist & his Monster

The mad scientist is one of the oldest of villains that dates back probably to the time of wizards and alchemists. It has taken on many different forms and still exists today not as much in modern horror but in thrillers and action films that deal with elements of computer hacking whose monster is the computer virus. The exception to this rule in modern horror deals with the Zombies and the creation of a Zombie Virus.

One of the oldest mad scientist stories is the German folktale of Faust, the Scientist who sold his soul to the devil. The problem with Faust is that it played on the mystical side of the Mad Scientist (Mad Wizard). This would change with Mary Shelly’s Novel Frankenstein whose monster shifted away from the mystical and more towards modern science.


Zombies are relatively new in horror. The folklore surrounding zombies comes from Haitian Voodoo magic in the form of a tonic that turns its victims into mindless slaves. This is far different than the modern day zombie, however, the fear of being enslaved was all too real back in those days.

The modern day zombie myth often deals with a mad scientist or laboratory creating a virus or cell mutation that leads to an all-out outbreak and collapse of society. Rabies has also been used as a substitute for the zombie virus. But the idea of a disease turning humans into mindless cannibals shows our continuing fear of a global plague.


Werewolf legends are found all over the world including in Native American Folk-Lore like that found in the Twilight series. Like the mad scientist, they’ve always been around and like the Mad Scientist, are flexible. Dr. Jackle and Mr. Hyde is a great example that fuses both man and the beast within. Playing off our fear of our animal instincts out of control.

But werewolves have been replaced by aliens in recent years who use humans as hosts or take on different forms like that found in the terminator movies. The fear of our animal instincts replaced by forces at work far greater we then we can understand has come to dominate this traditional monster.

Cursed Items

Cursed items especially dolls but also paintings, old texts and other objects will always capture our imagination. The cursed ring of Sigfreud in Germanic mythology or the Ouji Board will always play off our primal fear of trying to manipulate forces we don’t understand.

The Cursed Item is unique because it can itself be powerful and even intelligent, or it can be haunted like the Genies lamp or the puzzle from Clive Barker’s Hellbound Heart. The magical aspects of the cursed item are boundless because it is a magic item, a common characteristic found in heroic mythology.

However, the cursed item as pure magic hasn’t slowed down its evolution. The cursed items of today are robots found in stories like 2001: A Space Odyssey and I, Robot; and computer software in movies like the Terminator.


Ghost stories are common the world over from every time period imaginable. This is probably the reason why we have such an obsession with ghosts. We want to believe them, but don’t have the scientific evidence which makes it that much more mysterious.

Ghosts are one of the most common monsters in fiction and also it’s most flexible. Ghosts show up in any genre. Their role in horror even varies. The ghost can be the hero, a villain, an obstacle or even an object. The ghost is universal.

Supernatural Differences between the Ghost Family.

Ghosts are non-physical entities that affect our physical senses. Haunted are places and objects controlled by ghosts. Demons are powerful ghosts capable of physical harm.

Haunted Places

Haunted Places, Haunted Houses, and Ghostships being the most common, are like cursed items you visit instead of put in your pocket. Cursed items also don’t have to be haunted, unlike haunted places.

Haunted places were a common belief in ancient times where palaces were built for kings in the afterlife.

Haunted places include castles, houses, Ghostships like the Flying Dutchman and even Battlegrounds like Gettysburg.

Neglected buildings with super technology gone awry or spaceships unmanned by a heartless death machine would count as the Science Fiction extension of this.

Demons and Devils

The deepest one dares to tread in the realms of dark fantasy and supernatural terror is the world where magic and reality merge into psychological chaos. The most dangerous are the ancient evils whose names we dare not speak. This includes demons, Satan, etc.

These powerful entities of evil can be found in the magical texts of many religions and cultures. The middle ages saw a growth of these texts, and grimoires or dark books of magic were common by the late Renaissance.

They show up in fiction later in stories such as Faust. H P Lovecraft was one of the great horror writers of this type of Demonology and created the Cthulhu Mythos and the famous Grimoires The Necronomicon.

Serial Killers

Serial Killers have probably existed for a long time but don’t really show up until modern literature with the success of Novels like Psycho, Silence of the Lambs, and American Psycho. Yet, the serial killer hits close to home because it’s a real life monster.


The most popular monster of all time is probably the vampire. The story of the vampire farther back than Bram Stoker. One of the first Vampire stories was written during a stormy night to entertain the Shelly’s. It was the same night Mary recited her first draft of what would later become the novel, Frankenstein.

Bram Stoker would immortalize the vampire legend with his famous Dracula novel. However, vampires have sustained a mainstream following ever since and have spawned novels such as Interview with a Vampire and movies like Let the Right One In.

This endless success in all areas of fiction from literature to movies to comics books and art for the past two hundred years makes vampires histories greatest monster who prey not on your fears but on your desires


Bosch, Between Heaven and Hell


Bosch painted a lot of religious works especially dealing with the Passion and crucifixion of Christ. He’s most famous for his chaotic Triptych’s, such as his famous depictions of revelations. However, why all the violence, lust and demotic imagery for such a devout Christian?


We must understand that Hieronymus Bosch’s hell’s had a point. They symbolized the torment one would receive in the afterlife for a lifetime wasted focusing on earthly pleasures instead of purifying the soul. It should be apparent that Bosch’s chaos is a direct effect of the black plague. The dark images are remnants of a nightmare reality caused by the atrocities of disease.

Looking at the Garden of Earthly Delights

In the center is life after the fall of Eden. Here, men and women are seen indulging in the finer things in life- love making, dancing, feasting and unity with the beasts of this world. However, that type of living had consequences.


The famous Triptych known as the Garden of Earthly Delights painted by Norwegian artist, Hieronymus Bosch.



Here, we have a depiction of hell. Bosch sees hell as ironic, where the pleasures of life becomes the downfall of character. Demons feast on the souls as if for substance, the games of chance are held over the heads of the damned and the instruments- tools of the party slowly crush it’s most beloved goers.



Here, we have God welcoming Eve into the Garden of Eden. In this image, man lives along side the beasts where they are separated by their devotion to God. Also, God is present on earth; which seems that Bosch was associating the Garden of Eden as a kind of Heaven on Earth before the fall of innocence.

Neighborhood Ghosts

The sound of pressure released momentarily filled the air. A hissing sound followed by a pop. It was another beer being opened. I sat around with several of my buddies. We went way back. I remember how we used to get in so much mischief. It seemed like those were the days. “Man, I missed you guys” a said with a heightened sense of enthusiasm.

Now days, I hardly drink. To be honest, I never really cared for the buzz. I did it because it was cheap, legal and something to do. I retired when I moved to the city. Found a decent job as a mason. Felt the drinking was getting out of hand. Then, I found myself a good woman. We had a couple of kids. I wanted to leave a good impression. But right now, it was “down the hatch”.

This was because tonight was different. I was hanging out with the old crew. They were veterans when it came to parting. The alcohol was elementary to many of these old boys. Most had graduated to meth, crack or even heroin. Fortunately for me, I never graduated from this school for hard knocks. Three beers in and I was already feeling buzzed.

Personally, I enjoyed some weed from time to time and even experimented with psychedelics when I was younger. Now, I sat drinking with buddies I knew since elementary school. They’d been working on rehabilitating this house for are buddy Joe. He sat there in the circle with us feeding beers to the boys as a favor of a job well done. He always loved to keep his friends fat and happy.

They liked to tell Drunken Horror stories. Sometimes, they were for laughs. Stories about the people we knew and the stupid shit they used to do. Like the time one of us got stuck on the Mississippi as a child. But, it also got serious from time to time. Like the UFO experience one of my buddies had. Mostly, they just liked to tell stories and share their experiences. It was something to do.

“Yeah, said ole Louie. We nicknamed him Lucifer. He used to be quite the hell raiser back in the day. Now, he lives a quite life with his wife and three beautiful children. He was one of the good ones. Smart as hell and funnier than most. He loved to talk in third person. ” Man, Louie would love to meet some ghosts”. We sat quietly to here his outlandish exclamation as to why he would love to encounter a specter.

“Ole Louie always wanted to meet those wandering bastards. I wanna know how thy do it! Because, when I come back Ole Louie’s gonna wanna haunt some hot college slutty’s”. You know, watch over them like an angel. “Yeah”, I replied. “When, their showering”. Everyone had a good laugh. He nodded his head in agreement with his tounge sticking out. He wife Melody stood next to him rolling her eyes.

“Hey”, replied Joe. Pointing at me. “Hey, Jay. Don’t you remember that haunted house on Chestnut?” “Kinda. Wasn’t it the one with the creepy cellar door. You couldn’t go down there because the branches from the bushes hung over like arms guarding the entrance?” “Yup” replied Joe before taking another chug of beer. “The one and the same”.

“Hey, Joe” shouted Louie. “You know me and some buddies of ours went up there in the attic and performed a Ouija board experiment drunker than a skunk on Halloween”. “What happened?” asked Joe curious to know. “Ah, pond scum. I ended up going home with Cheryl Matthews that night. You remember that hot blonde from high school?”

“Lucky you” exclaimed Joe. “Not me. Hey, Jay! Did you ever go inside that place?” “Nope” I proclaimed. “I didn’t want any bad karma on my record”. “Good for you” responded Joe. “I’m the one that started bringing a bunch of people over there. I stirred that old couple up! They pushed my car down”.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. “The house was weird, Jay. When I first heard about it, I couldn’t believe it. Some couple just abandoned that house for no reason at all. All the stuff was supposedly all there and easy pickings. It was to good to be true. That was back when I was really into breaking in entering. I had to know for myself. I knew it was a trap but I took the risk”.

“Now that you mention it Joe. The only thing I ever broken and entered into was my last girlfriend” announced Blondie.  The group busted out laughing. “No, this is serious” demanded Joe. “I cased the place out first. No one came or gone. So, I opened the door and went in. The house had been ransacked before. Nothing of much use was salvageable on the first floor”.

The others stood silent. They must have heard this story a hundred times before. Yet, each retelling added a new spice to the same fable. Joe went on without hesitation. The story was as much apart of him as he was the story. “The second floor had brand new Marshall amps and Gibson guitars”. “What did you do with all that equipment?” I asked.

“Oh, you know. I pawned it”. The others starting hollering and high fiving him. “But, in all seriousness” he went on. “I shouldn’t have messed with those ghosts. That couple was actually the elderly couples children”. “Yeah” said Louie. “They probably wanted some peace and quite”. Joe took another sip of his beer.

“How do you know this?” I asked . I didn’t quite believe him. “The thing I remember most is the letters left untouched on the coffee table downstairs. The last names were both the same as on the will. The will was also left on the coffee table. They left in such a rush. Their cat’s corpse had burned a hole in the couch in its final resting spot. It reminded me of burnt jerky”.

I sat nervous by this revelation. The others sat silent in anticipation for the ending to the story. “Then one night, weeks after we all partied in that house. I was coming home drunk from the bar. That’s when, crash! My whole car stalled. I thought I hit someone! I got out to check and found nothing, not even a paint scratch!

That’s when I looked over and saw that house. I knew it was those damn ghosts. They were so made at me. They smashed the whole front end of my car down. That’s when I was driving that little red Honda at the time. Remember that Blondie?”

“Oh, yeah” agreed Blondie. “That was a beautiful car”. “Well, anyways; I was so scared Jay. I was so scared. I drove around town until the cops picked me up. I didn’t know what else to do! The cops thought I hit a parking meter or something after they impounded my vehicle. They found nothing, not even a dent! They had no choice but to let me go”.

We all sat dumb founded. “I never heard that story” I told him. The only story that comes close is one my buddy once told me. He looked around at the others for interest. The others sat attentive to his words. They were generally interested in hearing what it is I had to say. I froze for a moment trying to quickly put the story back together in my head.

Then finally, the story started unraveling in my head. I had to speak slowly in order to keep up. “Apparently, when he was younger. His house was haunted. Books would show up missing. Locked doors would mysteriously open. Voices would call and everyone in the house would come running.

However, he thought it was a good ghost. Because, one day him and his sister were playing with some friends in the living room. They played tag, colored in coloring books. You know, little kids shit. The whole time they were playing, their mom put on a video of an elderly man smiling at them.

A few hours later, the kids got tired. They sat half awake coloring. The room now quite set off the mother instinct. The moms of these kids were in the other room having a cocktail party. They knew something was out of place. One of the mothers from the party went to investigate. She had a tipsy look on her face.

Walking in she asked them, “so, what have you kids been doing to be so quite?” My buddy said to her, “we were playing games and watching the nice man on television. She was stunned. She asked her son and he lifted up a drawing of a smiling face coming from the tv set. “Why?” he asked. “The electricity has been out all day” is what she told them. Truth is, you never know”.

Deep Diver

As I dive deeper into the abyss.

I come upon hidden secrets in lost chasms.

For I have dove where few wish to dwell.

That I begin wondering if I’m drowning?

For no one seems to care about the treasures I seem to surface.

That I begin to sink deeper into despair.

But you will keep your white lies and false prophets.

Follow the herd that feeds you only kernels of the truth.

For a grain of truth is useless in a field of lies.

Especially when one has dove the very oceans floor for answers.

That your land locked clichés seemed to grow from dirt.

The suspicions grown from the seeds of bad apples.

That I must swim or sink.

For I dive for questions.

With no drive for answers.

The ocean becomes my cup.

I sip for knowledge.

I drink for truth.

To quench my thirst.

My mind is parched.

I seek hydration.

Celestial Projection

I remember one night,

While meditating in bed,

I ascended from the earth.

Touched the surface of the moon,

Before floating past the sun,

I floated beyond the Milky Way.

Straight into the center of the universe,

Through a celestial vortex,

I fell into another dimension.

I met malevolent outsiders,

Enraged ethereal bodies,

Who are these spirits?

In fear and panic,

I found myself in bed,

Under my blankets I hid.

As four golden bodies,

Lurched over my head,

I feared for my death.

The Spiritual Tools behind Nostradamus’ Writing


“And how should I spin this letter so the Royal family thinks that the Philosoper’s Stone is an actual way to turn led into Gold; without revealing it as a spiritual method for self growth and social improvement based on the world around us?” is the kind of thing Nostradamus would have been thinking writing in the  method shown above.

I find it fascinating that one of the trendiest Authors in the history of Literature is still the Seer, Occult Scientist and Poet Nostradamus.

Nostradamus acquired notoriety for his knowledge of Alchemy and for his ability to predict the future that lead him to powerful connections obviously still as powerful today as the day Nostradamus worked for their elite circles.

But how did Nostradamus write his Prophesies? This man: more mystic than rational intellectual? One must look at the world of the Occult for answers.

I was researching famous Psychedelic Writers like Hunter Thompson & Aldous Huxley  when I came across the video game Nostrodamus: The Last Prophecy where they mention Mandrake Root.

I’ve read in Herbal books that Mandrake would cause Madness in large doses. I don’t think madness would have been the affect Nostradamus was looking for when one looks at the clarity of his Quatrains.

But’s article on Mandrake Root reveals an important key to all of this. One of the many mysterious uses of Mandrake Root Tea was to prevent demonic or spiritual possession.

This is interesting because I’ve also read and seen on countless History Channel Documentaries that Nostradamus would stare into a bowl of Fresh Pure Water. A technique long used by occultists world wide since Ancient times for summoning forth otherworldly entitie, like the  Youtube video titled: The Magick of Solomon: Lemegeton Revealed  that discusses in full detail the origins, rituals and practices behind the Occult Science of summoning entities.


Replica Statue from Greek Antiquity of a Solomon Magick Ritual that would involve a Black Mirror

In the Magick of Solomon, initiates must remain Chaste for one month and each month they must build a bond with one of the angels of the Four Corners: Ariel, Raphael, Micheal; and I forget the last one-ael.

They focus their time and energy on worship and spiritual devotion until they become enlightened enough to become an aspect of that angel.

And only then are the initiates ready to use the black mirror. A device used to summon forth the very demons of hell for knowledge and for service. With the protection of the four angels and proper treatment; these forces can then be harnessed for good services and self growth.

They achieve this by standing within a magic circle holding a candle to focus and channel the demon; and a knife for protection; and for dispelling the summoning.

The Fascinating thing about water is that it acts naturally as a crystal ball during the day and as a black mirror by night; and the beauty and horror of his predictions might have been a reflection of the time of day itself.

Now however Nostradamus applied these various techniques is up to speculation. The 20th Century Prophet Edgar Cayce used self hypnosis and selfless intention when tapping into his predictions and prophecies.

Rumor has it that Issac Newton burnt his brain out on drugs during his alchemical experiments. The Hashishian Brotherhood would smoke hash during their rituals.The idea of Mandrake or even psychedelics in general, is not out of the question.

The Pythagorean Brotherhood practiced chastity for one month before initiation into the brotherhood.The idea of the focus of religious devotion for months on end before tackling the darkest of prophecies is also not out of the question when dealing with the techniques applied during the writing process behind Michael Nostradamus’  surviving work; after all he was a Professional Seer with powerful connections; and access to the worlds best resources to strengthen his career as a Seer and Occult Scientist.

And so The Techniques behind Nostradamus’ Mystical Writings remains a mystery; because you’re missing the point. It’s about finding what works best for you as a writer and spiritual person. These techniques above are only a few available to your disposal. What and how Nostradamus applied them was unique because Nostradamus, like everyone, is a unique individual whose career depended on finding better and more efficient methods for acquiring the best results. ea8e9ff77d5d1332ef85b4eded4b28953aa4f64b

So like Nostradamus, we all can benefit from these practices if we take the time to learn and understand them, and apply them to our day to day lives; including you the reader and writer.

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Bullsh*t is Humanities Magic Power

As a young man I wondered how come smart guys never seem to have sex. I mean if you’re smart, how come you’re not smart enough to get laid every once in a while. Than it dawned on me: the difference between smart guys and stupid people is one fundamental difference: Smart guys don’t laid enough and dumb guys get laid way more than they should.

Take school for example. In elementary school everyone is roughly on the same page: kick some balls around, score a couple of star stickers and you look at the opposite sex like, well people.

But by high school you notice the smart kids never seem to grow up. They kinda stick to their studies. Maybe find a girlfriend they can spoon with on the weekends but that’s about it. Than you’ve got the jocks and the popular kids who throw away their studies, quit showing up to class and get all arrogant. You know why? Their getting laid all the time.

When you’re not getting pussy, you have the time to think beyond your wiener; and have big plans about social reform and building an aqueduct in order to bring fresh water to the people. But when you’re getting laid, you’re all like “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m a busy man, so tell your bitch to fetch a pail and get the damn water herself if its that much of an inconvenience”.

And this is why we hire stupid people for top political positions. Because we don’t want to see a nice fresh faced president who never gets laid. That makes us look bad. We want that dirty rotten lying bastard because he’s a reflection of ourselves. Because lets face it, the guy who cares about us more than then he does his own dick makes us down right uncomfortable.

This is why people think Lincoln is gay. Lincoln wasn’t gay. As a child, he carved the wood nails they used to hold the lid shut on his mothers coffin. That’s some real man shit, not this modern day faggot shit where a doctor comes in and tells you mommies going away on a vocation and hope you connect the dots when you get older.Nope. Sorry Abe, time to put those carpentry skills to use.

But Lincolns a great example of this because when Lincoln was a young man, he was a bachelor  politician famous for using wit to publicly mock his political opponents. He didn’t care about woman, he didn’t care about native American rights, he didn’t care about freeing the slaves. You know why? He was getting laid all the time.

Then he got married, quits getting laid all the time and next thing you know, he’s suddenly got time to read, has big plans for social reform and frees the slaves. Why? Because he’s not getting laid anymore, that’s why.

And that’s where all this, Lincoln must have been gay shit stems from. People forget their use to be a time before tv warped our mind full of Viagra and bullshit. Plus, the dudes kids died on him left and right. I mean, how many times do you have to go threw seeing your own children die in front of your eyes before your dick goes out? Where’s the historical reevaluation of that aspect of Lincoln’s life.

And really, the only reason why a guy  becomes full of shit is to get laid because the way a woman knows if you’re sexually active or not is by being completely full of shit. It’s a vicious cycle.

I knew a guy from high school who asked a girl out only to get turned down because she already had a boyfriend. He said, “so what, I have a girlfriend, what’s the big deal?” You know what she did? Bought a wedding ring and purposed to him. Do you know why? Because, he’s full of shit.

When Ted Bundy was on death row, he had woman purpose to him- and this was after he murdered all those woman. You know why? Because he was the right kind of smart. He was that charming, manipulative, weave an illusion to so well that when you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore kind of smart. That’s the number one quality a woman looks for in man.

I mean why do you think woman like jerks and bad boys? Because their full of shit, a clear sign that your sexually active, that’s it. If you want to sustain a relationship, pretend like you know all the answers. That’s it. Lie. Pretend like you’re like invincible and are going to live forever.

Take for example the fact that they introduced American Television to some otherwise isolated part of the world. Before American television, these woman were cool, they were secure about their looks and weren’t obsessed with material things. Than blam! After less than a month of being polluted by Hollywood’s toxic leftovers, the woman started dressing all slutty, divorces went up and morality went down.

That’s the true power of our bullshit. We as a species have gotten so good at being so full of shit that we build entire civilizations  around it. Look at where we are today-we  let the fake corporations control our genetically modified food supply, and for what? So we can protect our paper gold  used so your old lady can afford a pair of fake tits.


A potent representation of how bullshit can lift you higher and farther than you could without it.

And the thing is we can change anytime we want but the reason we don’t is because woman hold onto that bullshit and man might die alone in a cave crying in the fetal position like a little bitch but he will die standing to keep his girls legs from closing in

Don’t believe me? Look at religion. You think religion has had such a profound cultural impact because men wanted to give away their power and authority to an effeminate man in a white dress can tell you he has all the answers? No. It’s because while the rest of the tribe was away on the hunt, this pansy was filling the woman up will bullshit trying to get lad. That’s it.

Thousands of years of religious warfare not fought over whose bullshit is greater than the others. It was because their woman folk weren’t putting out until they proven their loyalty to that particular brand of bullshit.

Still don’t believe me? Look at Mormonism. You wouldn’t think that a smart, rational, down to earth, independent, mature, freethinking woman would fall for that shit. Then you go to Salt Lake City and you’re like what the fuck, where did I go wrong?

These woman had a choice. These weren’t Persian concubines. These were American woman who decided that sharing a man with several other woman was still better than trying to make it on your own. Why find love and truth when you can help some sack of shit snake oil salesman fund a city of pansies who believe that some dude found an ancient Egyptian tablet left by Jesus and his disciples in some obscure New England cave. And you know why he did it? He wanted a monopoly on pussy because that’s true wealth and power. And so he rounded up all the good ones crazy enough to find security in his bullshit and left the gold digging skanks for the rest of us sifter through. And that’s why Joseph Smith had to die.

What is Open the Vox?

The OPEN THE: is a reference to Pandora’s Box which can’t be closed once it’s been open. It refers to the chaotic aspect of my blog. I write all over the place.

The word Vox is Latin. It means: to sing, to recite, to speak, to vote, to hear your calling, to vote, etc. It refers to my interest in the Metaphysical aspects of language, Music, and Acoustics.

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