{"id":27,"date":"2020-01-23T21:58:29","date_gmt":"2020-01-24T04:58:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/?p=27"},"modified":"2020-01-24T09:44:45","modified_gmt":"2020-01-24T16:44:45","slug":"the-beautiful-lady-and-the-lady-octopus-with-eight-legs-a-creation-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/2020\/01\/23\/the-beautiful-lady-and-the-lady-octopus-with-eight-legs-a-creation-story\/","title":{"rendered":"The Beautiful Lady and the Lady Octopus with Eight Legs: A Creation Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"irc_mi\" src=\"https:\/\/www.newstatesman.com\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/cropped_article_image\/public\/blogs_2015\/08\/2015_33_octopus_critics.jpg?itok=Qu7GqqhI\" alt=\"Image result for Octopus\" width=\"602\" height=\"355\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I have a great story to tell you, it&#8217;s the story of how evil came into the world. In a time before time and in a realm before realms, lived a Beautiful Lady and an Octopus with eight legs. They really got on and enjoyed each others company for years. The Octopus would say, &#8220;Gosh I love your gorgeous curls&#8221;, and Beautiful Lady would say, &#8220;well me too, but I just can&#8217;t get over how your tentacles combine beauty and function!&#8221;. For clarity sake, let us call the beautiful lady Evelyn after my mom, and the Octopus, Magic, after the gift that she soon discovered she had. Time passed in this realm-less realm and the two women began to feel the signs of boredom. Magic suggested that they create something. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=5PUp-kYQ4k4\">Octopus are known for being creative and playful anyway<\/a>. Evelyn thought that was a perfect idea, but reminded Magic that she was the one in fact with the magic to do so. Upon remembering her gifts for creation, Magic began using each tentacle to create a place they came to call Earth. One tentacle for water, one for sky, one for ground, one for light, one for dark, one for animals and and one for humans. Everything was brilliant and worked in harmony and Evelyn and Magic were a part of a new world full of a love, joy and friendships. One day Magic began to feel ill and it was the first time this had ever happened. Evelyn took a good look at Magic and saw that her eighth tentacle was detaching from her body. &#8220;Why are you leaving me?&#8221; asked Magic to her tentacle. &#8220;Because you left me out, you didn&#8217;t give me a part of your creation&#8221;. With that the eighth tentacle shot off and began dipping sadness and bad thoughts into the ears of the beings that would allow her; the humans. Poison passed on from generation to generation of the humans and evil became a part of every person. That is how evil came into the world.<\/p>\n<p>So. That is my story! I had a dream about it last night. I was thinking about how mystery seems to engender fear and that <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newstatesman.com\/culture\/2015\/08\/redeeming-octopus-most-remarkable-creature-our-nightmares\">my fear of the eight legged creature called the Octopus was based on the fact that I knew little about her.<\/a> Do we fear those whose stories are mysterious to us? Do we detach when we feel we can&#8217;t find our intersection with something or someone? And does that separation lead to our darker selves?<\/p>\n<p><strong>Reactions:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The first person I called was my mom. She is very religious as I have expressed in a previous post and so I was curious as to what she would hear. She thought my story was amazing and that I could get a well-paying job telling stories. I told her I am\u00a0 already an actor, I do tell stories for a living. She agreed. She then told me that she was glad that I knew God, because God gives us the opportunity to choose between good and evil.\u00a0 As much as she liked the imaginative aspect of my story she also called it a &#8220;bad&#8221; and &#8220;horrible story&#8221;. She felt that the eighth leg shouldn&#8217;t have done what she did even though her feelings were hurt.<\/p>\n<p>When I called my brother, he was working but was ever so thankful for the five minute break to hear a story. He kept saying &#8220;wow&#8221; and &#8220;that is really cool&#8221; and that he really liked the story. How different were those responses between my mom and my brother. What I learned is that for some, the creation story can be an escape into the imagination and for others, a way to reflect on their own beliefs and philosophies. For me, after reading Thomas King&#8217;s version of the creation story, I truly question what I believe\u00a0 and what purpose my beliefs serve in the world. Am I willing to change?<\/p>\n<p>Till next time,<\/p>\n<p>Sarah Afful<\/p>\n<p>Works Cited<\/p>\n<p>Hoare, Phillip.\u00a0 &#8220;Redeeming the Octopus-the most remarkable creature of our nightmares.&#8221; <em>Cultural Capital, <\/em>20 August 2015, www.newstatesman.com\/sites\/default\/files\/styles\/cropped_article_image\/public\/blogs_2015\/08\/2015_33_octopus_critics.jpg?itok=Qu7GqqhI. Accessed 23 January 2020.<\/p>\n<p>Rumble Viral. &#8220;Tiny Cute Octopus Plays With Scuba Diver&#8221; Youtube, 21 December 2017, www.youtube.com\/watch?v=5PUp-kYQ4k4. Accessed 23 January 2020.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; I have a great story to tell you, it&#8217;s the story of how evil came into the world. In a time before time and in a realm before realms, lived a Beautiful Lady and an Octopus with eight legs. They really got on and enjoyed each others company for years. The Octopus would say, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/2020\/01\/23\/the-beautiful-lady-and-the-lady-octopus-with-eight-legs-a-creation-story\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The Beautiful Lady and the Lady Octopus with Eight Legs: A Creation Story&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69831,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"link","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27","post","type-post","status-publish","format-link","hentry","category-uncategorized","post_format-post-format-link"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69831"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions\/36"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/afful\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}