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Mistress

I call out please mistress.. She is not here..

Please .. tell me how I am bad.. punish me as you see fit.  ..I am caught in the place in between .

Blue purple tendrils sweep out..

Fingers stroke down my side.. but no one is here ..

"This is dangerous"  whispers inside my head  NO .. it is connection .. I want to mingle in this interim physically 2018 no one is here with me  but this other realm, tugging at the recesses of my mind, appearing when my eyes close.  How do we exist in both..

I get why the muddling is dangerous for her.. I do not wish to risk who, what we currently have.  That is definitely not my intent.. This has and will its way around us, reconciliations, connections have a way of doing that.   It is time .. Truthsayer.

Maybe we have forgotten our power.. Maybe the strength and recovery of this is to remind us of our strength.  How wield that in our lives is part of our free will part of our path.

"Mistress".. the sounding answer.. "I am no longer her"..   I see my eyes they flash .. but we are all of them.. the cumulation .. I know I am pulsing energy.. I can feel it .. It is crossing through white and green pushing back mass tingling.. reminding .. calling.. shouting We are all of them..

Pictures a million slides.. I sort through this one.. "mistress" I have her picture.. I know her signature.

I probably should bow .. but that would be untrue to my nature.. I should not be challenging or head up in this call.  But I never was demur.. "Tell me .. do what you must.."   I am in the moment ..

These waking dreams.. Past , Present muddled..








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