Wahai bulan yang ada di langit, apakah Tuhan mencintai dan menyadari bahwa aku masih hidup? Karena sungguh, aku mulai ragu, setiap ucapanku akan-Nya mulai memudar, aku mulai termakan oleh kegelapan, meninggalkan semua hal yang rasional, membiarkan diriku makin tenggelam, menjadi sesuatu yang lain.
Wahai bintang-bintang yang menyinari malam, saat aku melihat langit, aku mengingat semua dosa yang telah kuperbuat, mengingat kehadiran Tuhan, walau memang, hal itu mulai memudar. Setiap hal yang kulakukan, aku lakukan tanpa merasa apapun, seakan-akan hati yang dulunya penuh oleh cahaya sudah redup dan mati, perlahan tapi pasti.
Wahai langit gelap yang membuat bintang bersinar lebih indah, kau begitu kelam tapi juga begitu menenangkan. Aku ingin meraihmu. Karena saat aku berpikir seperti itu, aku jadi ingat bahwa aku dan Tuhan bisa begitu dekat, walaupun Ia tidak terlihat, walaupun Ia begitu jauh, tapi Ia tetap ada di hatiku.
Wahai kegelapan yang abadi, kau sudah mengalahkan cahaya yang ada di dalam diriku, mengambil alih segala kehidupanku, membuatku semakin jatuh ke dalam dirimu, membuatku semakin melupakan apa gunanya diriku. Kaulah sahabat yang tak akan pergi dariku, sahabat yang terus berada di dalam hatiku, saat aku merasa bersalah, kau akan mengatakan bahwa aku tidak bersalah.
Wahai cahaya yang memudar, tidak semuanya tentang dirimu itu indah, karena aku tahu, bagaimana sakitnya saat ada di dalam dirimu dan di dalam kegelapan. Kau adalah tangan kananku yang selalu mendorongku untuk berbuat kebaikan, untuk terus menyunggingkan senyum di wajahku, untuk terus membuat orang lain senang, walau mungkin, diriku sendiri akan tersiksa karena kebohongan itu.
Wahai Tuhan, aku ada permintaan. Tolong kembalikan diriku yang sebenarnya.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Percakapan putih
Wahai kertas, aku tidak tahu harus menulis apa di atasmu. Hatiku kosong dan sering mendambakan sebuah tantangan. Tetapi, saat tantangan itu datang, mengapa diriku menolak?
Wahai kertas putih yang bergaris biru, apakah Tuhan menyayangiku? Apakah kata-kata orang di sekitarku bisa dipercaya? Apakah aku bisa menemukan tujuanku?
Wahai kertas dengan ukiran bunga, siapakah diriku? Apakah 'aku' yang sekarang adalah diriku yang sebenarnya? Ataukah aku sedang menekan sesuatu yang sebenarnya bisa kukendalikan? Apakah 'aku' adalah aku yang kulihat di cermin?
Wahai kertas yang dibalut dengan tulisan yang menyakitkan ini, kalau saja ada cara agar hatiku tidak merasakan sakit yang tidak bisa ku-ungkapkan, apakah cara itu?
Wahai kertas yang dihiasi oleh berbagai pertanyaan, apakah kau merasa muak dengan tulisanku yang membosankan ini? Apakah kau lelah dituliskan berbagai keluhan tanpa jalan keluar?
Wahai kertas yang berada dalam buku pemberian orang yang berharga, bisakah aku mengubah diriku dan dunia? Akankah aku bisa dilihat dengan diriku yang sebenarnya?
Wahai kertas, sesungguhnya, aku berjanji, dan ingin menepati janji ini, aku ingin melakukan sesuatu yang lebih dari ini!
Wahai kertas putih yang bergaris biru, apakah Tuhan menyayangiku? Apakah kata-kata orang di sekitarku bisa dipercaya? Apakah aku bisa menemukan tujuanku?
Wahai kertas dengan ukiran bunga, siapakah diriku? Apakah 'aku' yang sekarang adalah diriku yang sebenarnya? Ataukah aku sedang menekan sesuatu yang sebenarnya bisa kukendalikan? Apakah 'aku' adalah aku yang kulihat di cermin?
Wahai kertas yang dibalut dengan tulisan yang menyakitkan ini, kalau saja ada cara agar hatiku tidak merasakan sakit yang tidak bisa ku-ungkapkan, apakah cara itu?
Wahai kertas yang dihiasi oleh berbagai pertanyaan, apakah kau merasa muak dengan tulisanku yang membosankan ini? Apakah kau lelah dituliskan berbagai keluhan tanpa jalan keluar?
Wahai kertas yang berada dalam buku pemberian orang yang berharga, bisakah aku mengubah diriku dan dunia? Akankah aku bisa dilihat dengan diriku yang sebenarnya?
Wahai kertas, sesungguhnya, aku berjanji, dan ingin menepati janji ini, aku ingin melakukan sesuatu yang lebih dari ini!
Dosa
Merah di atas putih
Tumpahan dosa tercatat
Semakin panjang meregang
Tanpa ada akhirnya
Perjanjian penuh dusta
Pengikat mimpi indah
Pembatas janji kehidupan
Siraman kegelapan abadi
Rahasia tanpa fakta
Catatan kematian iblis
Terkunci rapat sekali
Oleh Sang Rembulan
Kehidupan para dosa
Melolong ingin bebas
Mengais lebih dalam
Terperangkap dalam sepi
Serenada kesepian memuncak
Meresapi setiap inchi
Menyelimuti cahaya lemah
Meredupkan sampai mati
Penghantar tidur datang,
Akankah mereka menetap?
Tumpahan dosa tercatat
Semakin panjang meregang
Tanpa ada akhirnya
Perjanjian penuh dusta
Pengikat mimpi indah
Pembatas janji kehidupan
Siraman kegelapan abadi
Rahasia tanpa fakta
Catatan kematian iblis
Terkunci rapat sekali
Oleh Sang Rembulan
Kehidupan para dosa
Melolong ingin bebas
Mengais lebih dalam
Terperangkap dalam sepi
Serenada kesepian memuncak
Meresapi setiap inchi
Menyelimuti cahaya lemah
Meredupkan sampai mati
Penghantar tidur datang,
Akankah mereka menetap?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Surat untuk Tuhan
Ya tuhan, kumohon kepadaMu, hapuskan perasaan ini, bunuhlah diriku yang palsu.
Ya Tuhan, aku tidak bisa menetapkan tempat yang layak untukku. dimana aku bisa tertawa dan menangis, menunjukkan diriku yang sebenarnya, diriku yang seharusnya.
Ya Tuhan, aku takut menghadapi masa depan, aku takut untuk mengungkapkan apa yang seharusnya kukatakan, aku takut untuk menjadi diriku sendiri.
Ya Tuhan, andai saja aku tidak mempunyai perasaan yang begitu dalam, perasaan yang akan membunuhku di saat lengah, perasaan yang selalu menghantuiku.
Oh Tuhan! Aku telah membohongi diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh ego yang berlimpah! Aku telah membuat dosa yang besar kepada diriku sendiri!
Apa yang harus aku lakukan di saat sedih? Di saat aku tidak punya tempat untuk meneriakkan isi hatiku, kemana aku harus pergi?
Akankah kau meninggalkanku, Tuhan?
Ya Tuhan, aku tidak bisa menetapkan tempat yang layak untukku. dimana aku bisa tertawa dan menangis, menunjukkan diriku yang sebenarnya, diriku yang seharusnya.
Ya Tuhan, aku takut menghadapi masa depan, aku takut untuk mengungkapkan apa yang seharusnya kukatakan, aku takut untuk menjadi diriku sendiri.
Ya Tuhan, andai saja aku tidak mempunyai perasaan yang begitu dalam, perasaan yang akan membunuhku di saat lengah, perasaan yang selalu menghantuiku.
Oh Tuhan! Aku telah membohongi diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh diriku sendiri! Aku telah membunuh ego yang berlimpah! Aku telah membuat dosa yang besar kepada diriku sendiri!
Apa yang harus aku lakukan di saat sedih? Di saat aku tidak punya tempat untuk meneriakkan isi hatiku, kemana aku harus pergi?
Akankah kau meninggalkanku, Tuhan?
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Will
The ghost are dancing
The demons are singing
The humans are screaming
The souls are crying
The night has fallen
The dark has risen
The sun was destroyed
The light has descended
Dance through the dark
Embrace with no one
With only the God
Watching in fear
The demons are smiling
The souls are suffering
Oh, how longing
Is this misery of yours
The demons are singing
The humans are screaming
The souls are crying
The night has fallen
The dark has risen
The sun was destroyed
The light has descended
Dance through the dark
Embrace with no one
With only the God
Watching in fear
The demons are smiling
The souls are suffering
Oh, how longing
Is this misery of yours
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The Story about Phoenix
So, I just wanted to share this story that I found on a site, you guess it, it's monstropedia again. I just can't take my eyes off from that site --"
There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a hidden, faraway desert spot. It is the phoenix, the bird of fire.
One day in the beginning times, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold--bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!"
Live forever! The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!"
But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. Its feathers were far too beautiful. Men, women, and children were always casing it and trying to trap it. They wanted to have some of those beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves.
"I cannot live here," thought the phoenix. and it flew off toward the east, where the sun rises in the morning.
The Phoenix flew for a long time, and then came to a far away, hidden desert where no humans lived. And there the phoenix remained in peace, flying freely and singing its songs of praise to the sun above.
Almost five hundred years passed. The Phoenix was still alive, but it had grown old. It was often tired, and it had lost much of its strength. It couldn't soar so high in the sky, nor fly as fast or as far as it was young.
"I don't want to live like this," thought the Phoenix. "I want to be young and strong."
So the Phoenix lifted it's head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!" but the sun didn't answer. Day after day the Phoenix sang. When the sun still didn't answer, the Phoenix decided to return to the place where it had lived in the beginning and ask the sun one more time.
It flew across the desert, over hills, green valleys, and high mountains. The journey was long, and because the Phoenix was old and weak, it had to rest along the way. Now, the Phoenix has a keen sense of smell and is particularly fond of herbs and spices. So each time it landed, it collected pieces of cinnamon bark and all kinds of fragrant leaves. It tucked some in among its feathers and carried the rest in its claws.
When at last the bird came to the place that had once been its home, it landed on a tall palm tree growing high on a mountainside. Right at the top of the tree, the Phoenix built a nest with the cinnamon bark and lined it with the fragrant leaves. Then the Phoenix flew off and collected some sharp-scented gum called myrrh, which it had seen oozing out of a nearby tree. The Phoenix made an egg from the myrrh and carried the egg back to the nest.
Now everything was ready. The Phoenix sat down in its nest, lifted its head, and sang, "Sun, glorius sun, make me young and strong again!"
This time the sun heard the song. Swiftly it chased the clouds from the sky and stilled the winds and shone down on the mountainside with all its power.
The animals, the snakes, the lizards, and every other bird hid from the sun's fierce rays -- in caves and holes, under shady rocks and trees. Only the Phoenix sat upon its nest and let the suns rays beat down upon it beautiful, shiny feathers.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of the nest, and the Phoenix became a big round blaze of fire.
After a while the flames died down. The tree was not burnt, nor was the nest. But the Phoenix was gone. In the nest was a heap of silvery-gray ash.
The ash began to tremble and slowly heave itself upward. From under the ash there rose up a young Phoenix. It was small and looked sort of crumpled, but it stretched its neck and lifted its wings and flapped them. Moment by moment it grew, until it was the same size as the old Phoenix. It looked around, found the egg made of myrrh, and hollowed it out. Then it placed the ashes inside and finally closed up the egg. The young Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!"
When the song ended, the wind began to blow, the clouds came scudding across the sky, and the other living creatures crept out of their hiding places.
Then the Phoenix, with the egg in its claws, flew up and away. At the same time, a cloud of birds of all shapes and sizes rose up from the earth and flew behind the Phoenix, singing together, "You are the greatest of birds! You are our king!"
The birds flew with the Phoenix to the temple of the sun that the Egyptians had built at Heliopolis, city of the sun. Then the Phoenix placed the egg with the ashes inside on the sun's altar.
"Now," said the Phoenix, "I must fly on alone." And while the other birds watched, it flew off toward the faraway desert.
The Phoenix lives there still. But every five hundred years, when it begins to feel weak and old, it flies west to the same mountain. There it builds a fragrant nest on top of a palm tree, and there the sun once again burns it to ashes. But each time, the Phoenix rises up from those ashes, fresh and new and young again.
There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a hidden, faraway desert spot. It is the phoenix, the bird of fire.
One day in the beginning times, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold--bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!"
Live forever! The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!"
But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. Its feathers were far too beautiful. Men, women, and children were always casing it and trying to trap it. They wanted to have some of those beautiful, shiny feathers for themselves.
"I cannot live here," thought the phoenix. and it flew off toward the east, where the sun rises in the morning.
The Phoenix flew for a long time, and then came to a far away, hidden desert where no humans lived. And there the phoenix remained in peace, flying freely and singing its songs of praise to the sun above.
Almost five hundred years passed. The Phoenix was still alive, but it had grown old. It was often tired, and it had lost much of its strength. It couldn't soar so high in the sky, nor fly as fast or as far as it was young.
"I don't want to live like this," thought the Phoenix. "I want to be young and strong."
So the Phoenix lifted it's head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again!" but the sun didn't answer. Day after day the Phoenix sang. When the sun still didn't answer, the Phoenix decided to return to the place where it had lived in the beginning and ask the sun one more time.
It flew across the desert, over hills, green valleys, and high mountains. The journey was long, and because the Phoenix was old and weak, it had to rest along the way. Now, the Phoenix has a keen sense of smell and is particularly fond of herbs and spices. So each time it landed, it collected pieces of cinnamon bark and all kinds of fragrant leaves. It tucked some in among its feathers and carried the rest in its claws.
When at last the bird came to the place that had once been its home, it landed on a tall palm tree growing high on a mountainside. Right at the top of the tree, the Phoenix built a nest with the cinnamon bark and lined it with the fragrant leaves. Then the Phoenix flew off and collected some sharp-scented gum called myrrh, which it had seen oozing out of a nearby tree. The Phoenix made an egg from the myrrh and carried the egg back to the nest.
Now everything was ready. The Phoenix sat down in its nest, lifted its head, and sang, "Sun, glorius sun, make me young and strong again!"
This time the sun heard the song. Swiftly it chased the clouds from the sky and stilled the winds and shone down on the mountainside with all its power.
The animals, the snakes, the lizards, and every other bird hid from the sun's fierce rays -- in caves and holes, under shady rocks and trees. Only the Phoenix sat upon its nest and let the suns rays beat down upon it beautiful, shiny feathers.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, flames leaped out of the nest, and the Phoenix became a big round blaze of fire.
After a while the flames died down. The tree was not burnt, nor was the nest. But the Phoenix was gone. In the nest was a heap of silvery-gray ash.
The ash began to tremble and slowly heave itself upward. From under the ash there rose up a young Phoenix. It was small and looked sort of crumpled, but it stretched its neck and lifted its wings and flapped them. Moment by moment it grew, until it was the same size as the old Phoenix. It looked around, found the egg made of myrrh, and hollowed it out. Then it placed the ashes inside and finally closed up the egg. The young Phoenix lifted its head and sang, "Sun, glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone! Forever and ever!"
When the song ended, the wind began to blow, the clouds came scudding across the sky, and the other living creatures crept out of their hiding places.
Then the Phoenix, with the egg in its claws, flew up and away. At the same time, a cloud of birds of all shapes and sizes rose up from the earth and flew behind the Phoenix, singing together, "You are the greatest of birds! You are our king!"
The birds flew with the Phoenix to the temple of the sun that the Egyptians had built at Heliopolis, city of the sun. Then the Phoenix placed the egg with the ashes inside on the sun's altar.
"Now," said the Phoenix, "I must fly on alone." And while the other birds watched, it flew off toward the faraway desert.
The Phoenix lives there still. But every five hundred years, when it begins to feel weak and old, it flies west to the same mountain. There it builds a fragrant nest on top of a palm tree, and there the sun once again burns it to ashes. But each time, the Phoenix rises up from those ashes, fresh and new and young again.
Sprite
Still from monstropedia! I'm really in to this kind of theory. The fact is that these creatures are just myth is true, but sometimes, studying about these things really made me happy and also gave me some good inspirations.
The term sprite is a broad term referring to a number of monstrous creatures. The term is generally used in reference to fairies, like the elf or dwarf, and the likes of it; but can also signify various monstrous beings, including ghosts.
The term is chiefly used in regard to elves and fairies in European folklore, and in modern English is rarely used in reference to spirits or other mythical creatures.
Etymology
The word "sprite" is derived from the Latin "spiritus" (spirit). Variations on the term include "spright" (the origin of the adjective "sprightly", meaning "spirited" or "lively") and the Celtic "spriggan".
Element
In some elemental magics, the sprite is believed to be the Elemental of air.
Main belief
The belief in diminutive beings such as elves, fairies, pixies, gnomes, Japanese Yoka and various Slavic fairies has been common in many parts of the world, and might to some extent still be found within Neo- spiritual and religious movements such as "Druidry" and Ásatrú. The belief in spiritual beings, particularly ghosts, is almost universal to human culture.
Sprite Traps
A sprite trap is a magical device used to capture troublesome or harmful spirits and ghosts. These devices refer to a sprite as a preternatural creature.
The sprite trap is created from a blackthorn stave and copper wire that has never carried electricity. During a ritual process, the copper wire is bound to the stave with red thread and the stave is marked with a Dag (or D) rune.
Sprite traps are used at night, when the trap is set at the entrance to a home, church, graveyard, or other location where disturbances are taking place. To attract the troublesome entity, a cleft blackthorn stave with a lighted candle is placed in front of the trap.
After the sprite trap has captured a spirit, it is removed from the location and the red thread is cut with a consecrated knife; the thread is then placed into a prepared witch bottle. If the bottle has been prepared to imprison the spirit, a spell is recited while the thread is placed in it. Finally, the bottle is corked and sealed with red wax before being buried. A thorn bush will be planted on the site.
It is said that if a witch's bottle containing a sprite is opened, a very angry spirit will escape.
The term sprite is a broad term referring to a number of monstrous creatures. The term is generally used in reference to fairies, like the elf or dwarf, and the likes of it; but can also signify various monstrous beings, including ghosts.
The term is chiefly used in regard to elves and fairies in European folklore, and in modern English is rarely used in reference to spirits or other mythical creatures.
Etymology
The word "sprite" is derived from the Latin "spiritus" (spirit). Variations on the term include "spright" (the origin of the adjective "sprightly", meaning "spirited" or "lively") and the Celtic "spriggan".
Element
In some elemental magics, the sprite is believed to be the Elemental of air.
Main belief
The belief in diminutive beings such as elves, fairies, pixies, gnomes, Japanese Yoka and various Slavic fairies has been common in many parts of the world, and might to some extent still be found within Neo- spiritual and religious movements such as "Druidry" and Ásatrú. The belief in spiritual beings, particularly ghosts, is almost universal to human culture.
Sprite Traps
A sprite trap is a magical device used to capture troublesome or harmful spirits and ghosts. These devices refer to a sprite as a preternatural creature.
The sprite trap is created from a blackthorn stave and copper wire that has never carried electricity. During a ritual process, the copper wire is bound to the stave with red thread and the stave is marked with a Dag (or D) rune.
Sprite traps are used at night, when the trap is set at the entrance to a home, church, graveyard, or other location where disturbances are taking place. To attract the troublesome entity, a cleft blackthorn stave with a lighted candle is placed in front of the trap.
After the sprite trap has captured a spirit, it is removed from the location and the red thread is cut with a consecrated knife; the thread is then placed into a prepared witch bottle. If the bottle has been prepared to imprison the spirit, a spell is recited while the thread is placed in it. Finally, the bottle is corked and sealed with red wax before being buried. A thorn bush will be planted on the site.
It is said that if a witch's bottle containing a sprite is opened, a very angry spirit will escape.
Dhampir
Alright, so I haven't write anything for such a long long time. I'm working on some project, and maybe (if someone is really reading this blog) I will write some sneak peeks about it. No, I'm not working on a movie, believe me, I'm not talented in anything.
By the way, I really like vampires and dhampir too, especially dhampir. Why? Because it is said that Dhampir can be more powerful than vampires, that's why. When I was browsing for it, I found these data at http://www.monstropedia.org so why don't you enjoy it? Maybe it'll give you an inspiration or an idea about this superb mythical creature! ENJOY!
Lore
The word dhampir is associated with folklore of the Roma, gypsies of the Balkans. In other areas it is believed that the offspring of a vampire will be slippery like jelly, and cannot live (Vukanovic 1957-1959, pt. 3, p. 112).
Family
Throughout the area the term dhampir refers to the offspring of a vampire and a human; terms for such a being that are used in various subregions include vampijerovic, vampiric (little vampire), and lampijerovic; in some regions the child is named "Vampir" if a boy and "Vampiresa" if a girl, or Dhampir if a boy and Dhampiresa if a girl.
Powers
Among all Balkan peoples it is believed that the child of a vampire can see and destroy vampires. Among some groups, the ability to see vampires is considered exclusive to dhampirs. The powers of a dhampir may be inherited by the dhampir's offspring and cannot be taught.. Such a living male offspring would sometimes become a professional vampire hunter and destroyer.
* In some lore, dhampires (plural) pass their skills to their own sons: their ability is inherited
* A Dhampir can enable others to see vampires by taking off his shirt and letting them see through the sleeves.
* A Dhampir is believed to have great strength, many abilities, and the bloodlust of his vampire father.
Behavior
Various means of killing or driving away vampires are recognized among peoples of the region, but the dhampir is seen as the chief agent for dealing with vampires. Methods by which a dhampir kills a vampire include shooting the vampire with a bullet, transfixing it with a hawthorn stake, and performing a ceremony that involves touching "crowns" of lead to the vampire's grave. If the dhampir cannot destroy a vampire, he may command it to leave the area.
A dhampir is always paid well for his services. The amount of money varies, but there is never dickering over the price. Standard pay for a dhampir may also include a meal or a suit of clothing. Sometimes a dhampir is paid in cattle. As late as 1959, professional dhampirs were still in business in Kosova.
False dhampirs
Quite often charlatans traveling the regions around the Carpathian Mountains and elsewhere in Eastern Europe would claim to be dhampirs. Operating by the original myth of vampyr (old spelling, both singular and plural) as spirit creatures, they were the only ones who could see the spirit and would put on elaborate shows for villages, often wrestling with an invisible foe until it was then trapped in a brass vessel. Usually a dhampir would wait until there was a death in a village.
As rural people tended to be more superstitious, unnatural explanations would be believed for unusual events, real or imagined (such as believing to have seen the dead walking the village at night). The belief was that the vampyr would take over the recently dead corpse, for as long as it would last, to invade villages. They fed off life force directly, not by blood, sometimes killing victims in close proximity so life leaving the body could be consumed more quickly.) Once fear, grief and superstition took hold in a village following a recent death, the dhampir would "come to the rescue
By the way, I really like vampires and dhampir too, especially dhampir. Why? Because it is said that Dhampir can be more powerful than vampires, that's why. When I was browsing for it, I found these data at http://www.monstropedia.org so why don't you enjoy it? Maybe it'll give you an inspiration or an idea about this superb mythical creature! ENJOY!
Lore
The word dhampir is associated with folklore of the Roma, gypsies of the Balkans. In other areas it is believed that the offspring of a vampire will be slippery like jelly, and cannot live (Vukanovic 1957-1959, pt. 3, p. 112).
Family
Throughout the area the term dhampir refers to the offspring of a vampire and a human; terms for such a being that are used in various subregions include vampijerovic, vampiric (little vampire), and lampijerovic; in some regions the child is named "Vampir" if a boy and "Vampiresa" if a girl, or Dhampir if a boy and Dhampiresa if a girl.
Powers
Among all Balkan peoples it is believed that the child of a vampire can see and destroy vampires. Among some groups, the ability to see vampires is considered exclusive to dhampirs. The powers of a dhampir may be inherited by the dhampir's offspring and cannot be taught.. Such a living male offspring would sometimes become a professional vampire hunter and destroyer.
* In some lore, dhampires (plural) pass their skills to their own sons: their ability is inherited
* A Dhampir can enable others to see vampires by taking off his shirt and letting them see through the sleeves.
* A Dhampir is believed to have great strength, many abilities, and the bloodlust of his vampire father.
Behavior
Various means of killing or driving away vampires are recognized among peoples of the region, but the dhampir is seen as the chief agent for dealing with vampires. Methods by which a dhampir kills a vampire include shooting the vampire with a bullet, transfixing it with a hawthorn stake, and performing a ceremony that involves touching "crowns" of lead to the vampire's grave. If the dhampir cannot destroy a vampire, he may command it to leave the area.
A dhampir is always paid well for his services. The amount of money varies, but there is never dickering over the price. Standard pay for a dhampir may also include a meal or a suit of clothing. Sometimes a dhampir is paid in cattle. As late as 1959, professional dhampirs were still in business in Kosova.
False dhampirs
Quite often charlatans traveling the regions around the Carpathian Mountains and elsewhere in Eastern Europe would claim to be dhampirs. Operating by the original myth of vampyr (old spelling, both singular and plural) as spirit creatures, they were the only ones who could see the spirit and would put on elaborate shows for villages, often wrestling with an invisible foe until it was then trapped in a brass vessel. Usually a dhampir would wait until there was a death in a village.
As rural people tended to be more superstitious, unnatural explanations would be believed for unusual events, real or imagined (such as believing to have seen the dead walking the village at night). The belief was that the vampyr would take over the recently dead corpse, for as long as it would last, to invade villages. They fed off life force directly, not by blood, sometimes killing victims in close proximity so life leaving the body could be consumed more quickly.) Once fear, grief and superstition took hold in a village following a recent death, the dhampir would "come to the rescue
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