Flesh, Blood and Bone

[izmeina]

I've just realized that you don't have to KILL someone to create a Horcrux

Just keep repeating the same Big Lie
Over and over until they believe it.
Long enough and loud enough until it seeps into their ears,
Makes its way to their heart
and from there to every single pore of skin, every single cell.
Until it resides in every strand of their  DNA.

Then they are yours forever.

That’s when their bone becomes your bone.
Upon this rock you will build your empire.

Their flesh becomes your flesh.
Willingly given to serve the worthy cause of your self aggrandisement.

Their blood becomes your blood.
Just there for the taking.
Their life force becomes your ever replenishing source of supply
Nourishing your narcissist's soul and giving you such special energy

And the poor suckers never suspect a thing.
Because they don’t believe that magic is real.



But sometimes shit happens.

Your tasty reliable supply of Soylent Green
Somehow  transforms itself into cloves of  garlic.
And poisons you.
Slowly but surely


Your end.

Comments

[catness]

Wow, that's intense! And poetic. So even a Grinch can become a source of inspiration. Reminds me on those creepypastas where the villain is not an supernatural entity but just an ordinary human, and this is actually the creepiest, to see that humans are capable of such evil.

Out of the Darkness

[izmeina]

Thanks. But would you know it was the Grinch without that hint in the tabs?

Lately I have been feeling rather like Lord Voldemort newly arisen from the cauldron in the graveyard thanks to the dedication of his most faithful servant Wormtail.

I keep testing out this strange new body to see what it can and cannot do and for the first time ever in my whole life, I actually like it! It's taken >50 years to finally dump all those feelings of self loathing and disgust for the blubbery lump that is my human incarnation.

The minor matter that the Grinch (and Petunia until the last two years of her life) constantly called me a fat disgusting lump and good for nothing useless loser had nothing at all to do with it. I'm sure ;)

When recovering from open heart surgery back in 2012, he told me when I rang to ask for the ward number that he did not want me to visit him in hospital because I am so fat and disgusting that he would be embarrassed to be seen with me! So much for the usual change of heart that often follows such major surgery. Petunia was with him when I phoned and she did not say a thing about those nasty comments. Complicit.

But I did notice that when she was in hospital, she never once made comments about being embarrassed by my presence. By then she had worked out that other things are more important than outward appearance.

It was that creepy Black Mass ritual from "Goblet of Fire" that inspired this post and that also freaked me out way back in 2001. I couldn't believe how few people noticed. I guess the Evangelical Witch Burning Christians never got past the first 3 chapters of the first Potter book ;)

I was having nightmares and feeling nauseous for 3 weeks after first encountering that scene. I went on to wake up absolutely freezing one sunny 25 degree day. I woke just in time to escape being kissed by a dozen Dementors!

8 hours later, while squiggling in the gardens of the arts centre that used to be a lunatic asylum, that is when I saw the Green Lights!
I got that cut on my left arm, the same way that Harry got his. But mine was a DIY job. With a shard of broken glass not a knife.


(Now I go to grave yards or old lunatic asylums and bring a basket with brie, bread and red wine and have my own little Dark Mark picnics)

So this serpent has come full circle. Somehow, since the surgery, with no effort at all on my part, I have cut the invisible psychic link between me and that soul sucking Dursleyish Dementor.

I had tried and tried for years without succeeding but now with no effort at all on my part, it just happened sort of spontaneously. I did not notice at first. I only noticed that I ended up back in the most magical Green Zone just like back in January 2002. I have been there since some time around 30th October.
It took a while to realize just who the now missing nagging voice had belonged to and how it was some sort of sinister psychic link. Being possessed is also a pretty accurate description.


A link that led me to be nauseous for 2 days (Halloween and Dia de los Muertos) when down in Eden Vale - my most sacred and magical serpent site. I did not know until I returned that the Grinch had been lurking around the Lair on those very same days and had reported me to the police as MISSING as well as harassing staff at 2 of my work places accusing them of lying to him about my whereabouts.

When I returned on Monday 4th November 2019, I found a little blue card stuck in the security screen door. I picked it up. It was from the police asking me to ring them.

There was no sign of any break in so I was very puzzled about what on earth the cops would be doing in the Lair when it wasn't a crime scene.

It turned out to be a request for a welfare check made by the Grinch.

That was the final straw that made me decide to apply for a restraining order against the Grinch.


The police were pretty peeved when I turned up at the station and discovered that this dreadfully distraught dad had neglected to mention that his dutiful daughter had sent him a Divorce letter some six months ago.
They told me - basically he is not just wasting our time with frivolous complaints but weaponising us against you as a control tactic. The fact that he turns up at your work is stalking and you definitely need to consider getting a restraining order against him.

The more I thought of this suggestion, the more I LOVED it. I was going to weaponize his use of the law as weapon and use it against him. The perfect revenge. Especially when his neighbours peer from behind the curtains to see not one but TWO cops turn up to serve him the summons.

But best of all, he couldn't go around telling everyone about what his fat disgusting ungrateful treacherous BITCH of a daughter had just done. It's one thing painting me as bad and quite insane since my mother died. Quite another painting not one but THREE Magistrate's Court judges as mad and bad too.
For that reason, Restraining orders are Grade A gossip. Guaranteed substantiated by 3 independent third parties.

Funny. This was supposed to be a 3 line thank you for your reply and look what happened.

This is the first year since 2016 where the Muse has returned and for once my problem is not writer's block but writer's runs. I cannot keep up with all the things I want to squiggle about.
The latest is my bright shiny new 2022 diary. It's the MiGoals mob. Again.

I got my first one in January 2019. Wednesday 2nd January in the arts centre and former lunatic asylum gift shop. I asked when the diaries would be discounted and the clerk told me - right now. I can give you 30% off. That's what I call Green Zone magic!
It was so good that I have been getting them every year since. Always at a discount of at least 20%.
Especially useful since I have discovered that writing things down is one of the best ways of passing on messages to the inner subconscious serpent.

Re: Out of the Darkness

[catness]

Would I guess if it was the Grinch? I thought at first it was about politics (propaganda), but then started to get the vibe of it being closer to home, because you've been mentioning the Grinch quite a lot lately, and maybe it was the combination of "your flesh", "your blood", and "narcissist". And then the tag gave it away for sure :)

So the surgery was kind of a Rite of Passage for you! Getting rid of the cancerous lump not only physically but spiritually. Of course you did all the groundwork already, with the court order, and a damn good job, too. Yay for the return of the Muse, and the Yellow brick road to the Emerald City? :) (Elphaba is back with a vengeance ;)

Re: Out of the Darkness

[izmeina]

It's funny. I'd been enjoying my Grinch free life (well as Grinch free as it's possible to be while unwittingly hosting an active psychic link. A bit like the Dark Materials Daemons. Definitely NOT a Patronus.

But the business of extending the restraining order loomed large. I was so lucky I listened to Daisy who told me to check it out. I had naively assumed that the default position was automatic renewal.

So the very first item on my post op to do list was to go to the court and find out.

It turns out it is possible to do all this online but only via an agency such as Legal Aid or a domestic violence advocacy organisation. That counts me out.

The more I think about the verge murder, the more convinced I am that the Grinch was behind it. Especially the timing. I guess he wanted me to ring and demand an explanation.

Of course I was upset. But not totally devastated like I would have been only 3 weeks ago.

I am now more emotionally detached. All the usual buttons no longer work.

Of course I'm going to Build Back Better

I've already picked up some lavender, frangipanis & assorted succulents at some school and church fetes.

It's possible some of the leaf babies may grow back from the roots. Oz weeds are tough little buggers.
The acacia that the neighbours nuked - sawed off the stem, it's sprouting new leaves again.


I've got a CAT scan the day after the court hearing.

That could be interesting.