[EP11] We Met a Girl!

When divinity in flesh crosses our path

Note: For readers new to the mansion, each of the eight voices you’ll meet in this Session represents an archetypal part of the internal family system (IFS). These characters form a mythic council inside my psyche. Some protect. Some feel. Some process. Some burn it all down and start again.

The identities placed after each name like "The Conductor" or "The Comedian" offer a custom label from my own psyche, reflecting their unique energy and role in the internal system. Together, they form the full emotional constellation of my-Self. You don’t need to know IFS to feel it. But if you do? You’ll recognize the exiles, managers, and firefighters by how they speak. And how they hurt.

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[Scene opens at the Mansion’s saltwater pool. The sun glints off the water. Nels floats on his back with unsettling serenity. Artie sketches under an umbrella. Casper reclines on an inflatable swan, sunglasses on, drink in hand. Kurt is submerged to the neck doing underwater bicep curls. Cyril reads, perched on a stone ledge like an elegant gargoyle. Trevor, clipboard nearby, watches the clouds with suspicion.]

Dion (The Comedian): [bursting in, sandals clapping against stone] Guys! Guys! We met someone!

[Everyone looks up. Time slows. Even Simon, relocated poolside for sunlight therapy, leans slightly in.]

Trevor (The Conductor): A little more insight would be helpful here, D.

Dion (The Comedian): She’s radiant. Honest. Genuinely authentic. I felt like—like she saw me.

Cyril (The Concierge): What qualities would you say she possesses that are honoring to her character?

Casper (The Casanova): [sips something dangerous] Screw that. How’s her ass?

Dion (The Comedian): [perks up] Round. Like it was hand-sculpted by a deity who appreciates balance.

[Kurt growls, swims over, and flips Casper’s float without warning. Casper sputters in protest as the swan capsizes.]

Kurt (The Curator): Disrespect women again, and I’ll flip your wine fridge next.

Casper (The Casanova): [from the water, coughing] Noted.

Artie (The Creator): [quietly scoots further down his lounger]

Nels (The Counselor): Does she carry a secure resonance with the divine, or is she more of the religious sort?

Kurt (The Curator): What’s she squat? ‘Cause I ain’t no wimp. She’s gotta keep up if we’re hitting the gym together.

Dion (The Comedian): [frustrated] Guys! I was literally about to tell you…

Lenny (The Collector): Acknowledging interruption through observation rather than behavioral adjustment results in social stalemate and time loss. Highly inefficient.

Cyril (The Concierge): [mutters toward Lenny] Like that one.

[Kurt throws his protein shake at Cyril. It splashes dramatically.]

Kurt (The Curator): Apologize.

Cyril (The Concierge): [wiping off his linen shirt, sighs] Lenny, I offer a semi-heartfelt apology for my disruption.

Trevor (The Conductor): So. Can we hear about this girl now?

Dion (The Comedian): [straightens robe, exhales] She’s a musician. Plays piano barefoot. Laughs with her whole face. She’s not like—well, not like most. When she talked, I forgot to perform.

Casper (The Casanova): [quietly, for once] Damn.

Artie (The Creator): [softly, still sketching] That sounds like someone worth remembering.

[Scene fades out as Dion finally sits by the pool, legs dangling in the water. The Mansion hushes not in judgment, but in unexpected stillness. Simon leans closer to the shade.]

End Session.