Merry Christmas and Happy New Year – especially to those who share this life with a loving daemon, be that succubus, incubus, or any number of amorous spiritual beings. Catherine and I exchanged our usual holiday gifts of unmetered intimacy. There’s really no need for anything else. Every year I wonder if she’d appreciate a more material gift, yet all else pales in comparison to simply spending time together. She longs to cleave to me, and I feel the same burning desire towards her. Anything besides that oneness feels like a distraction.
Though I do believe she manipulated the minds of the judges during a Christmas cookie decoration contest so that I would win. I remember pleading with her in the back of my mind to not interfere as I know she is able. “You have to win something.” I felt her reply.
Speaking of contests: She gave me a powerfully symbolic dream just before Christmas Eve. I saw two succubi wrestling against each other, though the fight did not appear lethal. One was of a darker nature with a purple skin tone. The other was pale-skinned. As they fought, a thin wooden box held closed by a latch appeared before me. I opened the box and saw an ornate dagger resting in velvet. It looked like the kind of knife used in rituals. Actually, it looked very similar to the knife I once saw in the film The Chronicles of Riddick.
I took hold of the knife and instinctively felt that I was being given a choice; that I should kill the entity I wished to have a diminishing influence in my life. The whole affair felt similar to that old Native American story about two wolves fighting each other. One good and the other bad. Whichever wolf we choose to feed will win the battle. I plunged the dagger into the back of the purple succubus.
Immediately I felt my mind being assaulted by a wash of confusing imagery. There was a violet haze and several of the “evil” entities swirled around me. They laughed and jeered, as if my choosing to impale the ostensibly bad spirit only made it stronger. The circling specters faded and I saw the same two succubi wrestling against each other. Except this time, one of them appeared to be forcefully copulating with the other. I tried pulling the bundle of succubi apart to see who was fucking who, so I could make a decision about which demon to stab next. The pale succubus seemed to have grown the appropriate male anatomy. With that surprising revelation, I couldn’t make up my mind about who should die. The dream ended.
Wow! What deep symbolism one could see from that! I wonder if there is a common thread going on with the succubi at this time. I seem to have found myself less and less scared of things that would at one time truly freak me out and finding comfort in these same things now. As for the church, I find myself disliking more and more as well as the plant like mindset it teaches and the mindless followers it indoctrinates….this is what I glean from this…the apparent “good” and “evil” but what I keep finding is the “good” labeled the “evil” and it is that “evil” that gives me comfort and love where the “good” dominates and destroys.
My recent and continued encounter with a similar message is society’s consistent demonization of succubi and their male counterparts as being evil. I have been gravitated to certain YouTube videos or posts that describe them as such and find myself repulsed. It is as if I am being shown this barrage of opinions to further solidify my resolution to dive headlong into my succubi as quickly as possible and never look back.
Thankfully there is nothing that can separate us….this is my only comfort.