I believe this declaration is a healthy step forward because it implies she has a ‘choice’. ‘Evil’ is only possible in the context of there being another alternative. She is still the strongest force in the house, but the more I open up her body and the more movement and light I get through to the awakening prisoner inside the less she feeds on us. We are nourishing the ‘Good’ within.
The Octopus Queen gives me anything and everything I wish for. She shape-shifts to satisfy me; anything to gain direct access to my opiate receptors so that she can feed while I dream the perfect dream.
I defy anyone to resist her.
Let them cast the first stone to wake me up.
The Octopus Hikikomori Queen may be very powerful, but she has left me with an unacceptable choice.
She uses her mature sexuality to seduce and enthral me while remaining a cute eleven-year-old who leaves the lights on and the taps dripping.
Both of these are parasitic illusions.
Neither of them serve her development; they are out-of-date survival positions.
Neither of these are viable means of interacting with me.
The Octopus is so adorable, it’s hard to concentrate.
She keeps me entertained while she feeds on me – and I keep an eye on her so that she only gets what she needs. If I loose interest, she seduces. To spare her this indignity I give her as many opportunities as I can for her to be her desired age – which is eleven.
She dreamt that an approaching snake was snatched by her mother. I’m very pleased that in three days her dreams have evolved from her struggling all night with an unknown force – awakening exhausted – to something more delineated.One of the consequences of creating a safe space where she can be eleven is the playfulness that follows – rolling and stretching on the sofa, doing the splits and sucking on her toes. If I don’t let her have this I’m looking into street-hardened dead-eyes that give nothing away. This kid is hard-core.”Less clothes, more sunshine.”Correction: “sucking on her toes’ was just clumsy imagery in haste. She was holding both feet near her face as she massaged her toes and rubbed off bits of sock fluff with the occasional toe-to-wrinkled-nose-direct-sniff. As unconcerned about being seen with her legs wide open as any child playfully absorbed in the earnest exploration of their own splendid feet. During this entire episode – the room was filled with a glowing light – that I noticed only upon its absence when she left at midnight.
I don’t care if she’s an Octopus, she’s excellent company.
Smart, funny, generous, robust – a joyful wonder to be around. It may just be an illusion – but it’s a bloody good one.
Just enjoyed a lovely Sunday roast and then a stroll along the Creek bathed in soft, gentle Spring sunshine.
Life is good.
The Octopus Queen has arrived – and she is very, very powerful.
I just need to make sure E is safe.
The arrival of the Octopus Queen is much tougher on E than it is for me as she feels everything, everything, everything in her body – unlike (un)fortunate me who has several parts of my body ‘missing’ and insensate. (This is possibly why I’m so naturally overdeveloped in certain areas of Being while remaining so brutally insensitive in others.)
Watch ‘Tennis Court’ by the same artist next to get a better sense of who and / or what we are dealing with here.
She is an elusive and highly intelligent creature; it’s already hard to detect where she begins and ends. All the males in her family are policemen. Not just any policemen, but the policemen that ‘police’ the police – so she has learnt how to hide her Shadow from the best. Sweet-faced and soft-spoken with only the lightest ripples hinting at the deep currents at play beneath the surface.
What is she going to teach me?