Over the course of the last week, I have twice played meatsuit to familiar spirits. Last Wednesday, as a part of my extended Samhain rites, I allowed my natal daemon, SKM, to ride me through the school day. Saturday night, I followed this up by offering the same privilege to my natal genius, ZG. Both experiences, while much less intense than I had anticipated, were equal parts surreal and informative. I required only one thing of either of them: that, in riding me, they not undermine any existing alliances and relationships, a restriction which neither found to be a burden that I can tell.
SKM, it turns out, is a huge fan of poetry (I am not): when I went to a performance with several friends Wednesday afternoon, he was moved to tears. He is very formal in his language and purposeful in his movements. When he first entered into me, it was a clear and visceral sensation—particularly odd, as I was driving at the time. He seemed especially fascinated by the experience of having hands.
ZG, I should not have been surprised to learn, is very, very quiet. She speaks only when there is something to be gained from it, and then in as few words as possible. I barely noticed when she came into me, perhaps because our ways of thinking were so similar, possibly because the copious amounts of absinthe I had consumed that night (it was my birthday party) served as a sort of lubricant.
Where SKM was content to observe but willing to act, watching from a distance was ZG’s preference. Both seem to approve of the people I surround myself with.
Tsu, my first familiar spirit, who had never expressed interest in possessing me before that I can recall, reacted jealously that ZG and SKM had had the opportunity before ze had. So I’ll be reporting on that experience at some point in the future.