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We went out for sushi, my family and I. At the restaurant, I was looking the other way. When I looked back, my teacup slid across the table, of its own accord.
Make way! She is about to be my girl! Alfred said to me, and I laughed. I was impressed. They could do things like this? It was like they were in touch with the supernatural powers of the universe!
After we got back, we sat in the family room. I spoke from the subconscious mind:
“My love for Robin... We get along. He told me, if I ever catch you not brushing your teeth, I will make you spit out of your mouth until you cannot understand why you can't brush your teeth.”
I asked myself, what does that mean? Spit out your mouth?
“It means, something along the lines of, have me give him oral, Rachel,” I said sardonically. “But after that, he said he would never let me eat food without semen on it. He said, Rachel, you are a lover of semen. You should eat all your foods with semen! I thought this seemed a bit nasty, but he told me that women should eat semen, because it is a hell of a lot better than whatever else they put in their mouths.”
I loved this. This was so much fun. I got up, and went for a walk. As we walked, I had a vulgar discussion about sex with Heath, Robin, and myself. After awhile, I noticed that Alfred kept doing something mean to me. He was putting a bit of energy into my ass, and then sticking it in my mouth repeatedly. I wondered what this was about. Robin was also doing something mean. He had a reiki energy center, and he had it positioned permanently right above my asshole. When I asked him about this, he told me he wanted there to be a butt problem. He liked the idea of a butt problem. When he gets tired of putting the energy center there, he wanted my wiring problem to act up and put a bit of energy there too, thus creating a butt problem. He thought that was hot. God, Robin Williams was such a pervert.
I asked Alfred what was up. He said he was unhappy with me. I noticed something else, he had put a feeling around my body, the energy of a really fat girl I saw at camp one time, to annoy me into feeling fat. He told me he needed time and space to recover from this little wild marathon he was doing on me, so he would be back from spirit sex in awhile. He did not go. He stayed and did the ass to mouth thing. He knew I hated the idea of ass to mouth, and that's why he did it.
I thought it was gnarly. I was getting annoyed. I sat down on the sidewalk and tried to talk to him. He told me he was mad at me, because I said I would rather have the Pussycat Brawl with Robin. I was not serious, I did not even know what it meant, I told him. We decided to talk it out. I told him I loved him, cared deeply about him, but right now, I had a spell over me. It made me love Robin more than I loved him, for the time being. When the spell was removed, it would take a couple weeks for it to go away. Until then, I was more wrapped up with Robin. Okay?
He said he believed me, he didn't think it was a good reason. It hurt his feelings and he was mad at me for loving Robin in addition. He was going to continue doing it until I learned my lesson. The lesson being that I could only have feelings for him.
Someone else interjected. “Polyamory is no big whoop in the spirit world. It is easy to understand why he would get jealous, but not why he would try to cause you harm. Do not put up with this, Salioness. He is being a doofus.”
So I kept walking, kept talking to Robin about sex, and kept having a good time. All the while, Alfred kept doing this ass to mouth thing on me.
The next morning, I got up. I went on a walk around the loop again. All the while, Alfred kept doing the ass to mouth thing, and sapping my energy a little bit as he did it. It was getting really, really annoying. I asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted me to grovel. So, I did. I went home and grovelled. I really didn't want to, but I did anyway. That's what I did. Then, I was walking to the store, when suddenly, he drained a whole bunch of a certain life force with one fall swoop. I got mad. I started screaming at the sky.
“WELL?! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? YOU WANT ME TO BE ANGRY AT YOU?! YOU WANT ME TO SCREAM AT THE SKY LIKE A LUNATIC?! THERE YOU GO, YOU GET YOUR DESIRE!!”
I was at an intersection, and I did this in front of a bunch of cars. No one sent me bad energy, at least, not very much. No one seemed to care.
I went to the energy drink store, fuming, and low on a certain energy. My guides scrambled to do work on me to replace the energy, and shield me from Alfred. They were trying to disconnect his power over me. They had already disconnected his ability to pull certain cords, like the ones to my lungs. He could not try to kill me anymore, they disconnected that ability. But there was lots and lots of things he could do, and he would do, if he had the shot, which he did.
I was so mad, I had done everything I had thought he wanted me to do, I had grovelled even. He wanted me to break it off with Robin. He wanted to be my one and only, and that's what the Pussycat Brawl meant, he told me. It meant he was my only romantic partner.
I went in my parent's room, to get my medication and nicotine gum. As I waited, my dad went into the room to the safe. I got an image in my head. An image of his gaping asshole under his clothes. It was so awful, so disturbing, I got out of there as quickly as possible.
I thought I had myself under control. I thought it would be okay. But when I left, and I got to my room, I started screaming. I went outside, still screaming.
“DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL MYSELF?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?! BECAUSE YOU ARE LEAVING ME NO OTHER OPTION!!! I CAN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, ABOUT THIS MENTAL TORTURE!! IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO GET ME TO DO?! BECAUSE I WON'T DO IT, BUT I MIGHT IF THIS CONTINUES!!”
Alfred laughed a disgusting laugh. He said he was just trying to erase the sexual tension between us. I got so disgusted I thought I was going to barf, both from the imagery and the disgusting things Alfred started saying to me about me and my dad.
Okay, let's do a symbolic act! I said. The Pussycat Brawl is still on. So here's a stick, I am going to put it on the Centerpointe sign, to represent the continuing of the idea of the Pussycat Brawl.
I did that, and I did another symbolic act, to represent that it was still on.
