The creature

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Once upon a time there was a creature of fear,

She fantasized about ambivalence every day,

lived alone

Its clothing of opposites was the substance of its imagination

Full of right and wrong, ugly and beautiful, and a total absence of amazement,

which produced in him an inflexibility of his own, flaccid rigidity, hopelessness, silent malignancy

It was what the creature of fear lived on

It had a human physical structure,

On the one hand, it was endowed with animal sensoriality, full of immanent power, but anesthetized.

On the other, there were endless stimuli.

It remained in high tension, insensitive

The body of the creature of fear had been alienated from itself,

maliciously indoctrinated to hate rest and contemplation,

It shouldn't stop or even think about it,

let alone love.

She lived on the edge.

Marked ability to make an immediate distinction between escape and danger,

constant, fleeting ideas of desire.

And so the creature of fear grew.

Dressed in ambivalence,

She dragged out time, living on momentary illusions

He didn't realize that he was shrewdly seduced by voluntary servitude, which took on different forms of needs and pretexts

The creature of fear was thinking of changing.

It needed time.

Who has time? she asked.

That's life, just put up with it!, the masterminds whispered.

Anger, apathy, melancholy, irritation, tiredness, impulsiveness, agitation, compulsiveness, addictions, dependence on some invented type of importance.

She lived in the reminiscences of a time of subordination to the invisible.

She also often had far-fetched words, the strength to convince a nation to defend its territories from exterminating aliens.

The creature was a kind of imitation of people

She thought she was free, submissive to her own neurasthenia

It surrounded itself with fanfare, was a great follower, found it inspiring to follow, allied with ideas of rebellion and revolution to the four winds.

Constant competition

Dependent on some kind of ovation, even a derisory one in the field of ideas, to breathe into her fantasy.

Impotent, she voluntarily served what constrained her the most

Now she was her own martyr, now she was waiting for a savior,

Stuck in her fantasy, the creature of fear only wanted to look ahead, to plan achievements, highlights.

It couldn't stand the present moment, the now.

It sustained itself on other people's engagements, which were increasingly provocative.

It gave its all while running in many different ways on the usual mouse wheel.

However, one day, the body of the creature of fear begged for attention, cried out for a new look, protested for importance.

This strange beast, which had traveled through the collective imagination for centuries

Caged, made invisible, humiliated, raped, burned, chained,

now cried out

thirsty, hungry...

He remembered childhood memories, “abject body, unpredictable with desires, contain it! being a spontaneous creature will make your life dangerous,” he was told.

The creature of fear had been provoked, it was too late to turn back

He began to find it strange that he was so trapped inside that fantasy,

It became suspicious of its crampedness

It then discovered its natural senses, beneath the clothes it wore, the skin, the time in its forms

She discovered something more alive, previously adjusted and contained in disguise

He gained an understanding of the body-place,

sensory territory that is the root of thought, imagination and its countless consequences.

She saw that her fantasy wasn't the whole of her

She realized that this fantasy of ambivalence brought with it a history of wars, domination, violations and silences

He asked himself why he so easily offered to hijack his autonomy?

He then summoned up his daring, his curiosity, his impetus and his boldness to venture out in search of something new

It problematized its tensions, gained broad perspectives that gave the creature a greater sense of protagonism

One day

the creature's body was home to another

For months she felt something growing inside her with a visceral force, even inside that fantasy, ever tighter

Life was growing, it was coming from her, it would pass through her

She often wondered how she would ever get out of that fantasy to receive the new life.

One day, the new life arrived,

for a few hours she was able to strip herself bare, to let go of that disguise.

It was magical.

A revelatory moment in life.

She felt no tension, it was like a kind of melting where her body and what was outside it were one.

He couldn't see evil, it had been dissolved.

It was a very deep sense of wholeness capable of embracing broad contours, caressing, including, giving with ease

Immanent greatness,

In the form of peace, harmony

He had effortlessly understood his true origin, his place as a human creature in the natural world.

The pyramid he saw was clearly not human.

The creature of fear, for several months, sought to integrate all this knowledge, loved her naked body now.

She had sharpened all her senses and realized that the world hadn't gone with her flow.

She had experienced a fused world of past-present-future

She had experienced something profound that had transformed her!

Who would believe that?

Surrounded by people in costumes

She wanted to say that I'd have to kick ass, feel my own body, swim into a raging sea, risk the intensity of a tsunami

She said it was excruciating, terrifying,

it was like jumping off a cliff where you couldn't see the end

It was after the risk.

She would also have to let go, let die,

but the revelation would be there, after all that.

She became judicious because she had to share that revelation, and at the same time, she had to protect it, save it from the banal, from the utilitarian capture of the world of people like that.

She insisted, even so, and told him that it was accessible, but it wasn't an easy experience to live. They would have to fight to have it!

They had to use fantasy only to invent and escape from loneliness.

It was life,

life that asked for more life.

It was the creature's female body,

her imagination

and it had to live up to that in order to go further,

because that was the new beginning.