Planet of the supreme predatory octopus

Chapters

1 Planet of the supreme predatory octopus 3

2 Our first sight of the octopus world 5

3 A railway 11

4 Ships of the octopus 17

5 Octopus food life in ponds 21

6 A supreme leader’s aircraft 25

7 Retirement and A False retirement Home 32

8 The Aliens beach with boulders 37

9 Octopus harm 45

10 Octopus small Currency and Money 47

11 Octopus Auto cars 49

12 Octopus in outer Space 51

13 Our non octopus Government Areas 60

14 The temperate zone 69

15 A stealth fighter aircraft 72

16 Splitting up of air waves 76

17 The Blunderbuss was real 82

18 Introduction to the sticky web. 88

Planet of Supreme Predatory Octopus,

We have seen a series of visions, which were extremely clear, sharp, and finely detailed, though someone said incredibly faint at the same time.

It was mostly about a planet where giant sized octopus seem to rule the planet. Someone has explored this place, and thoroughly, could one have presumed, perhaps that some sort of spirit sent those visions about those giant octopus, as we could watch them living in the sea and on the land.

We know who it was who sent it, we think.

We could see them crawling and walking and they had large brains in a dome of white flesh, and around that dome, like a round star fish there were 8 arms with eyes at the base of each arm.

Almost like an octopus on our planet, they too have pale flesh perhaps because there is no hemoglobin in their blood. Instead they might have a similar substance which contains atoms of copper rather than of iron. The blood with this copper substance is clear transparent and sometimes pale blue.

Their arms taper gradually to thin and pointed tips. On the underside of each arm there are two rows of large suckers. The thin tips of the arms are bare and are used like human fingers for manipulation. They are very sensitive.

The upper part of their body is with a large symmetrical rounded dome. Their brain is there in that dome. The eight arms grow out from around the base of this dome. We were sure that the normal octopus there have eight large dark eyes.

There is another variety of these octopus fellows here, and these look more predatory with a flattened upper body where the eight eyes glare angrily upward. Normally each eye is located just above the base of an arm, and around the dome. But this type is flattened.

They see well with the upper body’s eight eyes, and see poorly with their underside’s additional eight eyes.

In addition to these clearly visible eyes at the base of each arm, every octopus has a surprising thing. There are also eight more really tiny eyes underneath them at their bottom. Four of these, their aired leader told us, are so much smaller eyes and are atrophied so much that they do not see. But with the other four of these smaller eyes the Calamari octopus fellow can see a little of the ground just beneath him.

We had a small surprise later, when we saw their normal brown and green mottled skin color. The normal octopus mottled brown, were not shown to us until months later and we had been thinking that Calamari were white.

It was thought to be because our Calamari octopus with friends wanted to make a good impression with us, by showing at first only with the white albino. White albino were shown to us all the time until months later.

Octopus leaders did not want to show us the real more common mottled octopus until later.

Our first sight of the octopus world

We have seen a lot. We have been to hundreds of different places all over their planet, where the considered Giant Octopus rule.

Were the Giants Octopus there dangerous? They were, as they have Giant arms and a venomous bite, a truly venomous bite that would have stopped our visit.

So it couldn’t be presumed that we have been out walking all over the Octopus world? No. Since that would have been unsafe??

So actually we used a method of walking out there, which is utterly unheard of by you.

Although unheard of and shamed completely, you do have a word for it, and it is called possessed, and that word’s meaning as well as all the technical details of how it works, is all old knowledge to us, and all so extremely well known to us. And anyhow our possessed octopus has us inside its skin.

So we walked out as octopus, and we walked out everywhere.

But the Octopus life did not notice anything unusual about us. That’s quite harmless. Now could WE be doing the same thing precisely all over your own planet as well? Even though your planet is not octopus. Think a moment?

We are going to call our big Octopus friends the Calamari, but we know that word really means a long armed Squid. This idea of calling them the Calamari, may be because here the octopus life has long arms, long arms like your Squids. But is that Greek word harder to speak out?

And all of us spoke to them, as we went past. We spoke to all of them, as we were never through learning their adaptable and quite flexible sign language made of big octopus arms waving. Waving up above the ground

And we were even more introduced to the world of octopus life, by someone who has been there unseen by all a very long time. Could it be air also unseen but an expert? There in the air there was a spirit world, and that world is us, but not us there.

Now we’ve been to many places, and so we don’t make it clear, unfortunately, who is speaking, when we give out facts about octopus.

At first were shown an example of a small submarine research vessel they were proud of. It was built and piloted by someone inside the skin of several octopus who worked in it.

Utterly implausibly to you, the airline personality who owned the research vessel wasn’t at all visible to anyone, he was unseen at work inside the octopus skins, he worked actually inside hidden inside the octopus. But what about being like ourselves, always and quite normally located in many places at once?

We were also shown another ship which was there to bring large cement blocks for building a sea wall. The Calamari had built a sea wall to control the tide on a rocky island.

The Octopus. We are now going to call them the Calamari. And we know that word really meant Squids, and we have termed that species of Octopus, the Calamari, because of their really long arms, and hope that this word doesn’t confuse you.

At the sea front they all came out and they seemed proud to show us a submersible.

It was created by foreigners, who worked transparent unseen inside octopus skins, like us, like WE do. However, throughout the rest of this story, we are going to write it as though all these things were created and built by octopus life alone.

It was built from aluminum and it was torpedo shaped. We were told that it normally dives to a depth of not more than ten meters below the waves. Its purpose was to give Calamari scientists a stable platform where they could work.

We asked where do most of the Octopus live? The Calamari live for almost all of their lives in the tropics. There they wear few clothes.

About a quarter of their population goes to live and work in the temperate zones. They can only endure the weather in the temperate zones for a few years at a time. In cold weather the Calamari soon get skin infections and blisters.

These infections don’t heal until they return to the hot of the tropics.

We saw some of the strange clothes which the octopus often wear when they travel far. We asked to see how the Calamari looked fully dressed.

In the coolest weather of temperate zones the Calamari can wear a modern insulated coat which they find is very expensive. Their warm coat usually has six long sleeves. Usually they only put four of their arms into the sleeves at a time. Their other four arms are usually underneath the clothing and wrapped around their bodies for warmth. With two of their arms in the sleeves they walk.

We have also often seen a very common knitted garment of wool.

In mild temperate zones a Calamari often wears a knitted garment, which is made with our usual form of knitting.

It is unusual in that it has sixteen round holes in it which they can poke their arms through. They want a choice said someone, of two holes to poke through their jumper for each arm, and as they have their eight arms they would like sixteen holes.

We asked how well off were the Calamari ? In the well to do nations about one in fifty of them can drive a motor vehicle.

Those who can drive are almost always army officers. The first motor vehicle which was shown to us looked very much like our ordinary experimental Icelandic automobile. But they pointed out that there was more room than usual in front of the rear seats. Why was that they said?

The Calamari were eager to explain it. They explained that Calamari are talkative and they often hold animated boisterous discussions. They need a lot of room merely to be able to speak with their arms thrashing around like whips.

And that is because of their manner of speaking which is different from ours. To explain it to us one of their official motor vehicles was shown to us. A motor car, it was familiar, Icelandic, it has no steering wheel rather like an experimental car once built by an Icelander. Like it, instead of a steering wheel, it had lightweight lever and a knob which slides to the left and right.

Our octopus leader has observed the Earth, and so he knew all about it. And he deliberately built up this Icelandic like car in order to give us a good false impression, making it seem as though the octopus are zany, lightweight, innovative, and not as the reality they worked steeped in dogmatic and ancient traditions.

The three large octopus forms were thrashing their arms about above them wildly. A fight? It looked like a vicious fight! We should explain, said our interpreter, that the Calamari do not utter any sound in speech as so obviously they needed arm movements.

Their speech consists of recognized but flexible arm waves which are complex. But do not think, they said, they are rigidly sticking to one language, because though of arm waves the language is flexible. And we could see that while they talked so excitedly their arms were flailing about so roughly above them in the vehicle that it looked like a fight. They needed a lot of space. The driver’s seat in the motor vehicle was clearly visible.

We were shown how two Calamari army officers often join hands to steer the vehicle together as their knob below the dash is connected to a simple steering linkage. We could see that both of them had hooked the thin tapered end of one arm around the knob.

The Calamari were really proud of their advanced pharmaceutical products development corporation. So they showed it to us firstly.

The company had discovered six antibiotics, three of which were very useful. The supreme leader only had the use of antibiotics, the rest of the population had to do without.

They told us that twelve acres of air conditioned buildings were built on a swamp, we saw that. A few of these buildings were shown to us.

They were built on pilings which were driven deep down into the swamp’s muddy floor.

It wasn’t important but the buildings had a modern prefabricated appearance since they were built with prefabricated plasterboard.

An army of children were firstly as cleaners, and then used as food, and janitors were employed to clean up after meals in each building every day. The janitors had to clean themselves in a shower every time they went either in or out of a building for some form of sterile equipment and maybe for infection controls. We were shown the shower rooms outside of one of the buildings. Over the doors of the shower room, we could see one of the janitors waving at someone outside with his large octopus arms.

The scientist’s first work was to isolate microbes. And they had to collect specimens of muddy water from different locations. An eleven year old octopus was given the job of going out to collect specimens.

He was killed tragically by someone else who said he was trespassing on private property while he was actually collecting his specimens.

After that, there was no one left with the job of collecting specimens. They could not find a replacement. Could not a scientist go out and look for a new helper? Strangely, the scientists were almost locked in the buildings as prisoners. They could not go out at all safely as it was not allowed.

The Calamari scientists tried to get the porters to collect specimens of muddy water.

But the porters could not be trusted. Once they were given the job of collecting samples of muddy water at a place that was far away, but instead of that they collected all the samples from one place that was very nearby. They lied about it and pretended they had gone much further. They could not not be trusted, scientists knew that. And they couldn’t go out at all as it was lethal to go anywhere far.

About half way through their advanced research effort, they had their first accident. An octopus scientist injected one of his tapering arms with a type of bacteria which he knew was deadly, just to demonstrate his work. And immediately he injected another of his long octopus arms with an antibiotic which he said he had discovered. He died a few days later of serious infections.

It turned out that the antibiotic substance worked well in the test tube, but it was inactivated when it was mixed with even a small amount of blood. He hadn’t thought of testing it when mixed with his octopus blood, until that tragic accident when he injected it into his body and so accidentally killed himself. Twenty years after this accident, a first octopus scientists stated firmly that they were sure they had discovered their first really useful new antibiotic.

Sixty years after they started their work they had discovered three really useful antibiotics which saved thousands of lives. No? It saved the supreme leader’s. Only his life forms, which he didn’t need for his survival, were saved by it. We will explain later that he was invisible, immortal, transparent to light,.

Next we were shown how the science buildings got their electricity. On the swampy ground we could see just outside one of the buildings, there was a small dynamo which was attached to a single cylinder two stroke alcohol engine. It ran forever constantly.

We all explained that though it seemed so banal, and common, to us, it was really an extremely expensive alcohol motor because the nitrated fuel it burned was jet engine fuel in a country where the air contains much too little oxygen. Or something which you should admire very much. It had to run on nitrated alcohol, because there wasn’t enough oxygen in the atmosphere for any form of petrol based internal combustion engine to run.

A large octopus adult was given the lifelong job of caring for it. It was all a very well paid work as he was fed on octopus visitors, and there worked cannibalism. Octopus females told that he had a good job, came to him. And it bit them, started to eat immediately.

The little engine seemed noisy. That idea was very wrong. As someone explained our octopus giants have very little hearing ability.

The corner of the inside of one building on the floor was shown to us in very close up, and we saw a damp patch and a small hole in a corner of the floor. One octopus scientist had drilled the small hole on the floor to collect samples of muddy water from beneath the building. He had tested the water samples to look for microbes that might produce antibiotics.

Once the scientists had discovered a useful antibiotic they did not manufacture it themselves, as a different company had to do that.

The scientists had to describe the microbe which could produce the antibiotic very clearly, so that a different company would be able to find it in the swampy water without making any mistakes.

They thought that just describing that way a microbe so clearly and unambiguously so the other company would recognize it and safely find it was very difficult. It was real difficult work. We were shown an example of the single celled fungal organism which made the best antibiotics, and we noticed its shape was like a mermaid’s purse, and that one side of its cell had little white tufts.

The science research buildings were mainly built from asbestos fiber plasterboard, which had a transparent waterproof coating on the outside. The remarkable waterproof coating of epoxy resin withstood eighty years in the wet weather, as it was wet constantly and swampy..

A Railway

Next we were shown an image of a vast open landscape from the air, which we learned was really an open industrialized town. There were many ponds and muddy open spaces. A railway track was near. On one side of the railway track there was an embankment and two houses, each with a garden. We were able to see that both gardens contained a playpen for infants of the Calamari .

At first sight, we saw on the right a slope up with a few houses, on the left below them was the railway track, and immediately at the left of the track there was a vast open landscape of an open industrial town. We discovered later that this view of the Calamari landscape was not quite normal because the leader had decided to show us the white albino octopus first to make a good impression of everything.

We were told much later that the really big lady octopus was, considered a white albino. Anyway she owned the first garden and she had originally given birth to a hundred and eighty infants. A hundred and eighty small children or infants is about average when a mother gives birth. But there were only two infants playing in the playpen. So what had happened to the others?

Firstly, following the oldest tradition the infants were encouraged to bite each other, and as we knew, their saliva contains a neuron-toxic agent. That killed many of the little babies. As we asked a silly question, we learned later on that those who have studied it outside our world said only two molecules of the salivary gland’s secretion kill one brain cell. Secondly, the big mother octopus was impatient, so she went to her kids in that other near playpen to chop them up with a meat cleaver, and as we were shown, the large mother octopus chopped up her remaining live children making them into small mincemeat.

Then there were only four children left. We learned that later their hungry mother ate their fine chopped mincemeat.

Was that a bit mad, killing your own children? I found myself for a moment asking myself, and immediately I found the others telling me I was a bit mad to have considered that question even. And they all told me convincingly that if you’re an octopus who gives birth to two hundreds of little kids each year, the problem of over population meant killing your own children in their thousands is quite completely normal and completely sensible, normal and sensible. And they all told me that it was so totally obvious I should not have even asked a question about it. This was all the mother pretending to be kind, she is not really kind like that.

We were told that the four infant children lived for a few weeks longer and they were fine when the mother went to their outdoor playpen again and chopped up two of the four.

It was because the government of the Calamari species insists firmly that a family should never bring up more than two kids. Every family knows that well, it’s so obvious, and they all know it so well.

And if any family were to bring up more than two kids, what could happen? That family would be destroyed by the government. They insist that they must control population growth as otherwise they couldn’t prevent a vast uncontrolled growth of population and free-for-all. All the women octopus do the same as this mother, but it was said to appear kindly, sometimes mothers use a compound from the pharmacist to destroy most of their two hundred or so unwanted little infants.

The other house which we could see by the long railway track also had another garden and in that garden there was another playpen with two infants in it. Little five fingered creatures, milky white, flipping, and leaping gaily, happily as infants do.

We were told that their big mother octopus, which worked as the wife of an army officer, had given birth to a thousand seven hundred kids during several marriages. She had given birth to a hundred octopus babies the last time, but we all noticed that there were only two left.

The mother had gone to a pharmacist, who had sold to her something like antimony to destroy her thousand seven hundred unwanted infants. And she pulled two infants aside to have amused herself, so they survived. We learned these octopus mothers had been chosen to be shown to us to create our best impression, as some other mothers something do cruel things to get rid of their hundreds or a thousand or so unwanted infants. These two mothers appeared kind.

However, bizarrely someone else said, it wasn’t octopus behavior, it was the incredibly unseen supreme leader who activated things as he does transparently and without being seen, doing strange things to unfortunate octopus, as a spirit that goes through the air utterly unseen. And so his rule over the octopus is secret, and those octopus often did not realize he existed,.

We also asked about it. The cruel mothers they expounded, move their infant children to duck ponds where they get early yearly electrocuted and trained by that to be eaten by adults. And we later understood that the many duck ponds were everywhere in that landscape.

The little children to be described clearly, looked like eight fingered starfish with clear white milky flesh. They hopped about and leaped about with cheerful sudden joyful movements.

Imagine little starfish jumping, leaping with sudden joyful movements. You would imagine spiders, as well, because when hurt the little ones produce silk! They have tiny silk glands. We saw it! A white spiders silk cocoon come from a baby when it was pinched up a bit by the mother.

When they are only a few weeks old they are already quite intelligent. The little jumping eight fingered starfish are a lot brighter than a human child of exactly the same age! They notice when their mother makes a gesture with her arm, and they think. And they figure out what the gesture could have meant.

And when they are a few weeks old they already understand about twenty gestures. That feat increases to an understanding of about three hundred and fifty arm waving gestures when they are only one year old.

We asked about the railways, and we were told that the railway had one purpose, which was to carry titanium ores from a mine to a factory which was twenty miles away.

The locomotive had a single cylinder two stroke engine with a thirty two liters capacity they specified for us. This large single cylinder engine was visible on the outside of the locomotive. It was simple, of a simple design. As usual, and it was their best! It burns a nitrated jet fuel form of nitro alcohol as fuel, because all the planet with the Calamari has too little oxygen in the air.

It was said that the engine does either forty turns or twenty turns for every one turn of the big wheels, depending on an adjustable gear train visible on the outside of a locomotive. Later on they said they had changed their gear train. Now this time the engine does either sixty turns or a hundred and twenty turns for each turn of the wheels. Unusually, this locomotive’s engine did actually have a silencer.

It was explained to us that the Calamari never complain about noise, as they have poor hearing, but in this case they would complain that vibrations damaged buildings. The silencer was there to avoid damage to buildings.

The railway track had sleepers which looked wooden. However it was explained that wood would have been too expensive, and so the Calamari manufactured the railway sleepers out of straw.

A special kind of industrial adhesive was used to glue together straw. Someone said he has actually seen on your small Earth a small Japanese research team try the same concoction of straw and adhesive. This was unconnected and a mere coincidence. The result was strong and waterproof but all the sleepers on the track were replaced every two years, and that was very expensive. The titanium ore was very low grade. It took about a tonne of titanium ore to produce only a quarter of a pound of titanium, they said. This did not mean that they were running out of titanium, and they were sure the titanium ore would last forever, really, really forever.

Titanium was extensively used they said in the Calamari ’ aerospace industry.

It was used for all forms of aircraft including several thousand of the much smaller forms of flying saucers, or not like those micro-flying saucers, the size of toys, that often lifted off and defended his whole planet. Whose planet?

There was someone invisible, transparent as thin air, God? Nope! Not a God, never that, it was an Alien’s spirit, an unkind and unjust judge of those who worked trembling, quacking with fear at what he could do with a mere button at his feet,. He was a spirit like us, one who arrived at the planet just as We did. With a flying saucer perhaps, only this one, did not preserve, did not protect nature, but instead conquered the planet illegally, doing it illegally to us as we have preserved it.

But doing that, as we would if we needed to, because technically the spirit arrived here and like us does what you want with the same methods. As spirits, as thoughts to the octopus, an octopus sort of man would think of us as a thought, and all spirits make the minor weak effort to transmit aloft simple thoughts to a brain. The transferred thought and thinking becoming the property of an octopus, for we won’t remove it, but as because we zealously preserve, we won’t give that thought in the first place. Why not? As we are conservers zealously preserving wildlife we don’t mutate the life with contaminating thought! But, anyway how does someone of spirits give thoughts to someone!

It’s so simple you just think, immediately your thought is transmitted and transferred to a primitive octopus who believes it his own naturally, having thought of us as a part of himself.

Because the personality of spirit can attach invisibly, transparently, unsee ably, to all brain cells The supreme leader of the Calamari force, is not from this world. He is an arriving stranger who started out as a security guard and then ruined his security for everything, everyone, by attacking all other spirits on his planet, causing pain so unimaginable that it’s best not described, no it’s hot as the sun.

Now as interloper he doesn’t follow laws. Save his, which is destroy everyone and invade other worlds, however, the octopus world was the exception, and this is why:

On the octopus mind there is a thought, so amusing, his. It’s “eat your neighbor” or “eat your wife”, and immediately it’s taken. The octopus starts to bite and devour the arm of another octopus, his friend, his neighbor, his wife? Yes, and the ayatollah, as that evil spirit calls himself, finds that, so amusing, so much fun, that he conserved octopus. That teasing of octopus had to be preserved, so he became conserver of an octopus planet, whereas all other planets savaged by him have been destroyed, or rather the life on them was.

Anyway having made himself conserver of octopus, they don’t all realize he is there, they don’t know it. But he now calls himself the supreme leader, yes supreme leader, of an octopus planet, continually urging them to eat and to be cannibals, especially if he can chose that ironic twist at the right moment. More especially if he could chose that moment as they love someone, to get them to eat their friend and lover unexpectedly. And to eat their neighbor has become commonplace because of him. He does it with a transparent thought, that he as all spirits can, issue, issues with a minor effort of will while he lies ensconced inside the brain of each octopus, and they don’t know it,.

Today he was friendly to us, and demonstrated his small show of force.

His aeronautics was shown to us, and he joked about his display, told us that as we believed lay everything, including his absurd claim, or a not absurd but true claim, that he owned and built and himself piloted over 12,000 of the most advanced of all kinds of smallest flying saucers. Actually he was of spirit and could be in two different places at once, as all species who become of spirit can like us be in two different places at once.

We watched a small fleet of ten tiny golden discs flying in the atmosphere suddenly they lifted, they shot off, and the air show seemed ended. But the greater leader of the air force Calamari suddenly showed us more. Suddenly five double dish shaped saucers, appeared right before us, also golden or of titanium, and they were a bit thicker than the first were.

The saucers simply hovered for two hours and then they suddenly dived into the sea! We are assured that when they have dived into the sea they are also submarines, and they can go 200 yards deep! Phooey! They can dive two miles under the oceans! Phooey! We all felt that truly silent strong exclamation which was sent out silenter in thoughts, stronger silent thoughts. It was the air leader who exclaimed it with thought alone, as we were told off for having said the earlier assumption.

It’s harder to understand that some flying saucers are the size of grains of dust, sand, or are the size of specks of dust. This is their usual miniaturization. It might not seem credible to you but a machine able to go faster than the speed of light has been routinely made by many to have the size you can scant believe, a size smaller than a dust grain. Different aliens leaders have managed to do that independent. They do their research with laboratories considered up in space, feeling there could be a danger developing that.

And went much further to make dust grains that were whole spaceships able to go across the cosmos and land unnoticed? No because all aliens know that danger. Alien leaders thought of it, and said we must find out if our rivals still make dust-grain sized craft.

Or if they have gone further, so detect them,. So no wonder they are not going to run out of titanium, that natural resource.

Ships of the Octopus

There was an incident of when hopeless teasing of the Ayatollah engendered more of the ever present ubiquitous cannibalism events, where that even took place on a boat. The boat was a large and attractive wooden steam ship with large paddle wheels. It went regularly on a round trip voyage of a few hundred miles.

We asked the octopus interpreters some questions about this boat. The paddle steam ship was used as a ferry. There was a danger zone, and the ship carried passengers so they could avoid this danger zone.

The steam engine was fueled with expensive wood chips, and they discovered that on long voyages it was not economic to run it.

So it was used for a voyage of only a few hundred miles. Two of the four paddle wheels were usually lifted up above the water.

They would only be lowered into the water if there was an emergency and they wanted to go at top speed. The steam ship took Calamari passengers for a few hundred miles to an area that was really a part of their own friendly country, while avoiding the danger zone.

In a certain period of their history thousands of Calamari a year wanted to travel but to avoid the danger zone. A kind of war went on in this area. Travelers who went through it by land were immediately arrested on false charges bitten and eaten.

The Calamari government was at first fooled by their excuses, because whenever travelers were arrested and eaten there was always an excuse for it. A good excuse, like it was trespassing. However, later on the government realized the danger and issued a warning that travelers should not enter the area which, which was about a hundred miles wide.

And so the ferry boat took them around it. We were shown another view of the paddle steam ship. The hold seemed mostly empty, and there was a platform where the passengers had to huddle and wait during the voyage.

We were told that at first the customs officers who lived on the paddle steam ship found themselves not at all hungry. With the usual small metabolic rate of an octopus they could easily go for a month without any food at all! For two months really! For comfort one meal in a week was almost enough. Our octopus can live two years without eating anything sometimes, which is an amazing survival rate.

Our Calamari showed us a banquet table in there, and with a row standing stiffly, that small ship’s well dressed uniformed Generals. They looked Japanese men perhaps! They looked not like octopus, but like nearly Japanese men. Were someone illustrating to us what octopus customs would look like, if they were to take our humanoid form?

No. Later someone said, these men were not the octopus. Someone else came to visit the planet. It was or it should have been instantly visible that we were not our octopus, as we were standing waiting for our leader to come. And then we would all eat octopus. We there hate only octopus, we hate octopus arms.

They told us one particular Calamari passenger had arrived with his passport and his Visa all properly made out and stamped and signed.

And so this passenger we said, could have got through customs without any trouble normally. Tragedy struck!! Suddenly our octopus dropped his passport, and his Visa too which was held inside the passport.

Our octopus would have reached down to the wooden deck of the boat to pick up its passport.

But the customs officer made a rude gesture with his long octopus feeler. And it said quite sharply and firmly ‘leave it there.’ So the poor tormented passenger had to leave his passport with his visa there on the floor.

The customs officer then claimed he hadn’t seen the visa. It was a lie. But we explained the customs office needed to eat! We were told the customs officers had held a banquet while the octopus passenger lost one arm.

The whole crew of our generals with our assumed customs officials ate the next day while the passenger lost one other arm. In this gradual way the passenger was eaten over several weeks.

The wooden ship had an attractive appearance, and Danny asked us to explain how it was built? It was built entirely of wood. It was financed by a very rich octopus who had been a wealthy land owner.

About a hundred thousand poor octopus lived on his property, and he collected rent. Unfairly he could collect all their wages and leave nothing for them. He had decided one day to build a paddle steam ship.

And he knew it could make money, which was what he wanted. The Calamari who were with us then showed us their illustration of a grand old gentleman. We objected that the gentleman had a humanoid shape and form. This time it was not of a visitor from another planet. Our octopus themselves explained to us that that illustration was what he might have looked like, had we been able to see underneath the octopus skin.

The grand gentleman died of being eaten. And we were told that he was eaten by the boss members of a certain money lending company which he owed money to. For when he calculated the cost of building the paddle steam ship he made one mistake and suddenly he was in debt. He had assumed it would cost five times the initial cost estimates.

And then it turned out that it had cost eight times the initial cost estimate. And that was a fatal mistake. The debt was serious.

The old gentleman cowered in fear and raised a few decent legal objections when the bosses of the money lending company began nibbling at the tips of his arms with their parrot-like beaks.

Nibbling at the tips of the arms was the normal octopus way whenever they began to eat. This was because it made doubly sure that their food would not be fit for work.

We heard about the rescue sent to the danger zone, that the danger zone wasn’t the worst thing, as the rescuers sent by the government to help were worse. As every Calamari not ignorant of spirits knew, their supreme leader the Ayatollah, would always make things worse. But in the danger zone some Calamari seemed to have forgotten it as they sent for the government to bring rescue. Those sent by the government or Ayatollah ate those who had sent for help the moment they were identified.

We later saw a group of twelve octopus women huddled together in the paddle steam ship’s hold. They had replied to an advert saying that army officers needed wives. Those octopus women had been told that being the wife of an officer was a good job, and that was not true. They were waiting to love another octopus and become wives, sadly they believed that they would become good wives, to octopus army officers, but the officers intended to eat.

They had to huddle together to pretend not to be afraid, for any Calamari lady who ever showed the slightest bit of fear would immediately be bitten and eaten by another lady, and they all had to pretend not to know this. They would be ferociously torn to pieces and eaten by the other ladies, as we have shown clearly it would happen immediately to any octopus who showed the slightest sign of any fear.

Octopus food life in Ponds

We were all asked “what do the usual adult Octopus usually eat? And we asked the supreme commander of the octopus, of the octopus life as a species, to reply.

In answer to the question, look there, observe that, and a wooded region with the wet swampy ground and pond weeds was shown through to us. And that was a pond.

Then we saw this large pond close up and we noticed that several large adult octopus persons were sitting on its banks. The Calamari called it of course a feeding stock pond. They also called the place a duck pond.

A little Calamari white octopus was swimming in the water. Then we noticed that there were more actually hundreds or thousands of small infant octopus swimming in the water. They jumped and hopped about with playful sudden movements in the water.

The octopus leader wanted to make a good impression with us, and so he chose an unusually stocked pond in which the unusual white albino octopus were playing in the water, instead of the more usual mottled brown and green octopus.

The Calamari , speaking to us with their interpreters showed us a very common and usual trick they were clearly proud of, and said “We beckon and the food comes to us.” As our big adult Calamari said this he made a small beckoning gesture. And then a little octopus who was swimming in the water came out, came forwards and jumped up the bank of the pond to get close when that adult beckoned.

And the small octopus was immediately caught and eaten up, gobbled up by several large adult octopus who had come there for their weekly meals. Someone thought these octopus seemed savage.

They said again “We beckon and the good food comes to us. This is how we eat.” It was a trick they were obviously proud of. Their trick was cannibalism. The small Calamari who was eaten in front of us was of the same species as the larger ones. What exactly was this form of cannibalism? It was explained to us that this was ubiquitous, and most of the adult Calamari go to these duck ponds whenever they are hungry.

But how did the hungry adult octopus get their food to come forwards to them to be eaten? Our Calamari explained how it had been done. The Calamari are clearly menacing, and instinctively the smaller octopus comes when called by the small gesture?

The small octopus you see here were tricked, weren’t tricked, were tricked and weren’t tricked, at all, always into thinking that something much much worse than merely being eaten alive would happen to them if they did not come forwards. It turned out that a buzzing vibration that was of force spiritual would have fiercely electrocuted those swimming.

It turned out that the small octopus in the feeding stock pond had been told to arrive here in single file from a larger pond and brought to this place. The smaller ones ate fish, which they did not really like much. The Calamari never like eating fish very much. We discovered that the Calamari consider that only the flesh of other Calamari tastes right. It’s what they prefer to eat.

This cannibalism was ubiquitous and prevalent everywhere. Our octopus interpreter immediately compared their common cannibalism to a caste system. The interpreter, having studied our planet, knew about the Indians and their many social castes. Our interpreter explained that those juveniles were considered to be in a caste of the social order which was condemned never to have any form of an education. The other Calamari call them monkeys.

They said ‘When we are educated then we are not eaten.’ That turned out to be not strictly true. The octopus who spoke to us through interpreters came up with this explanation. ’On your world they say ‘clothes make a man’. To the Calamari that is false. We the Calamari say ‘education makes a good octopus.’ And we say that all those who are not educated at all are in a kind of social caste structure which makes them food and legally at laws always as laws very edible.

All over the country there were thousands of ponds, millions of ponds, all containing tiny young Calamari who eat fish and one another. Little Calamari from the towns were sometimes dumped there by their parents who got a small amount of money for it. Good parents did not want that, however.

Only adult Calamari come to the ponds for their food, but most of the adults eat there. If a juvenile came to it, an adult might playfully throw him into the water, telling him to stay in it, which was dangerous because once in that water it might become impossible to ever come out.

The large adults avoided making any gesture which was speaking in the normal sign language.

It was a joke actually, but someone said a story goes with this avoidance of sign language. If the young octopus in the pond water were to speak in sign language, it might escape, and someone could earn disgrace by not catching it and putting it back into the pond. So you wanted those baby octopus to be ignorant.

But we asked stupid question, were those whose social class made them legally edible exactly the same as true Calamari in heredity? They said yes, they were. The juvenile Calamari swimming in the ponds never escaped. That simply never happened. But suddenly one of the big octopus interpreters remembered an old story of something quite unusual which was said to have once happened.

There was once a group of Calamari who were saved from being food. This almost never happened. Someone of the Calamari species came each day to the banks of the pond and spoke to those who were in the feeding stock pond, doing so in his usual language. He was obviously intent on educating.

He was teaching those in the little pond how to speak. It was very unusual for anyone to do this, and later all of those who had learned to speak were allowed to come out of the pond. Several generations and hundreds of years passed and some of their descendants went to a university, and some of them went to several workshops where they were skilled craftsmen.

One day a strange Calamari went to one of these workshops looking for a fight, and he cut off one of their arms and began to eat it. When he was asked why he did it, he replied ‘those Calamari of our sort are feeding stock.’ From that it was understood that he thought they were edible even though several hundred years had passed since the time when the family had been saved.

Some of the villagers gave a Calamari judge the job of defending the family. The judge came up with a miss judgement and said firmly that the family could be eaten. But the other villagers were pleased the family had escaped from the duck pond, feeding stock pond, and so they called in a different judge. And the first judge reversed his judgement and said they could not be eaten.

He did that when another judge was called, who said that the ruffians that came were from another village, and foreigners should not meddle with their affairs.

We later found out that the Calamari also drink milk, which comes from a kind of a tapir. A muddy farmyard was shown to us. There was a large animal there which was obviously in its shape a tapir, and it was giving milk. And some Calamari were collecting the milk in a bucket.