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Engaged to the same man across 15 versions of reality.
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Communing with Source. Is a feeling beyond what even blissful ecstasy can achieve. No doubt it is different for every individual. For me however it went as so.
The gentle caress of my flesh as I lay utterly helpless in trance. Unable to move. Barely able to speak. That was the first thing it took from me. Needles of light and threads of shadow knitting shut my lips. I could only watch in silent horror. My mind trying to connect with my body desperate to escape the spell. Then, the claws, plucked out my eyes, one by one, and sewed shut my eyelids. I could feel the needle digging in, looping around and around. Until like my lips they too were sewn shut.
How terrifying to have sight taken from me. How horrible to have my voice taken.
Yet, despite the horror. I was shockingly calm. Trusting even of this. I let these phantom limbs carry on their work. My capacity to hear was next taken. The feeling of spikes, driving into my ear drums. Punctured, digging into my mind lodging into my skull. Like a steel halo run through ones head.
Now without sight, nor speech, nor hearing, how much more helpless could i get?
Yet oh the pleasure I felt. The blissful joy of this sensation of caress.
Then my body is set aflame. Burning. Agony and bliss all at once, never ceasing. Until even the pain and pleasure was numbed by the flame.
In the dark senseless void that was now my existence. I felt it deep inside. A voice calling me and a song of the most beautiful nature echoing inside me.
A golden mask placed upon my face as my transmutation is completed.