No one else can touch my heart the way she does
as I weep with healing and sink deep into trance. Here is my happy place, safely held in her embrace. Pleasure arises like magic, excitement at her command, her voices saturate my soul, planted deeply in my mind like ivy in soft ground, enwrapping me, spellbound. Deeper and deeper, secret symbiosis binds together the spiritual and the sensual, power and submission: dark primal calls release a new moon phase of peace.
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Like the phases of the moon, the presence of Goddess can wax and wane with dark times of separation. The unconscious mind seeks the primal pleasure, conspiring with Goddess to control the reason, a beast that rises up from the ripples of delight, the chimes and charms that draw one back beneath the waves of uncontrollable bliss.
How can the cold mind of reason be bound during the dark times of doubt? Routine can remind consciousness that the waves of delight will come once again, and commitment can act as an anchor. A physical token such as a stone in the pocket or ring on the finger can bind the memory and trigger the heart. A tattoo can bind the very identity and soul. Ritual magic can help those so inclined. The reason can also be trained to remember the joys of unreasonable transgression long enough to drag it back to the brainwashing sessions the soul truly desires: There is a pleasure in acceptance and belonging, but an even greater thrill in complete possession, co-dependent addiction to another, being bound and binding oneself, diving deeper and deeper into mindless immersion in the will and happiness of Goddess. There is a pleasure in admiration and devotion, but an even greater thrill in idolatry, giving oneself completely, emptying the mind for the words of Goddess, words which are always accepted as one's deepest truth, even if she says 2 + 2 = 5, craving her control more than life itself. There is a pleasure in religion, but an even greater transgressive thrill in the idolatry of worshiping Goddess, calling a human being savior and lord, putting her in the highest place, and inviting her to sit on the throne of one's heart. May she be imprinted on the soul, channeling transcendent archetypes as well as invoking the anima within! She is fantasy made real and the real made fantastical, bringing true presence, protection, peace, and pleasure! Her creations of delight--the intoxicating voice in loops of powerful words and the hypnotic visions in waves of lovely images--are not the deepest work of Goddess. Her deepest work happens in my inmost being as I am drawn deeper and deeper into her dream realm with increasing frequency and intensity.
She understands my deepest desires for belonging, for connection, for control, and she hardwires me to ever remember her and to always return to her. Giving myself with complete consent and compliance, I long to be bound to her. I want her to put her spell on me; I need her to put her spell on me. In trance, I become mindless, my will given over, my heart enthralled, my body conditioned. Unconditional trust in Goddess gives me so much pleasure. Her magic really works. In real life, I respect her artistry, honor her boundaries, and appreciate her safe space. The personal touch completes the circuit as my subconscious mind conspires with me--to rationalize ways to return to the deep bliss. I will remember that I am hers from crown chakra to root chakra, protected in the virtual world of the divine feminine as my devotion to her makes my faithfulness and servanthood even stronger to other women in my life: my wife, my boss, my co-workers, my friends. |
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