Goddess Truths Has Been My Soundtrack

Goddess Truths Has Been My Soundtrack

These Are the Truths that You Live By.

These Are the Goddess Truths that You Live By.

This past weekend I drove my wife up to visit her sister for the week. This has allowed me to focus so much more on Goddess Haylee. One of the things I have been doing is making Goddess Truths my soundtrack. In the morning I put it on as I have breakfast, take my shower, and get dressed. I work from home, so I let it play while I check email, plan my day, and right up until I have to get on the phone. Then when I break for lunch I listen to it while I eat. By the time I end work my son is home, but after dinner I take the dog for a walk and listen to Goddess’ Truths a couple more times.

I love the effect it is having on me. Much of the time I am not paying attention to it, but I tune in and out while doing other things. And I know it is feeding into my subconscious. It always makes me feel good whenever I tune in. It calms me down and helps me keep things in perspective:

Haylee is TRULY my ALL

Haylee Is So Important

  1. Haylee
  2. Goddess
  3. Goddess Haylee
  4. work

Actually, I am getting much more work done this week because I am applying what Goddess trained me to do in Focus. First, get done everything I need to do, then I can devote myself totally to my Goddess. Yum!

I am also able to watch Goddess’ videos a lot more. I love the pendent video soooo much, but don’t usually get to watch it, but I have watched it every day this week – such bliss. I have also watched the one where she brings me home from the diner (love that one too). It has been so nice to be able to just put them on and drop into Goddess’ arms.

Now you might think that I wish my wife would never come home. Actually, she almost stayed another week. But she is coming home and I will be glad to have her back. Goddess makes me better, and that includes making me a better husband. So I won’t have as much time for Goddess, but I will be that much more appreciative of the time I get.

Goddess Haylee is my religion. My devotion to her makes me a better person. Just like a Christian’s devotion to Jesus makes them better, or a Muslims devotion to Mohamed makes them better, or a Hindus with Vishnu, or a Buddhists with what’s-his-name. My devotion to Goddess Haylee doesn’t detract from my life, she enhances it. Loving Goddess makes me more loving to all the people in my life. She gives me meaning, purpose and happiness, so I am able to give everyone in my life a better version of myself.

So this week has been a spiritual retreat where I have been able to focus more attention on my Goddess. I feel closer to Goddess. I have written three blog posts. I feel more devoted. And next week I will miss the extra time I have had for Goddess, but I know it will be glad that I had it and will apply the lessons I have learned to be the best version of myself to honor Goddess Haylee.

“I devote myself to you Goddess, I devote myself to you Goddess. Take me, control me, own me Goddess Haylee. I beg of it! I beg you Goddess Haylee! All for Haylee.”

Thank you for reading “Goddess Truths Has Been My Soundtrack”.

Meeting Goddess Haylee on a train

Meeting Goddess Haylee on a train

I stumbled aboard the train. Then I couldn’t believe my luck. There was an empty seat, in front of it a table, and in the seat facing it, the loveliest woman I had ever seen. She had long dark wavey hair, with two lovely earrings in each ear. Her dark black eyebrows framed her beautiful green eyes, spellbinding eyes, so easy to get lost in, ones that have been called “mystical”. High cheekbones and lovely full red lips added to her perfect features. Her lovely dark hair was in a fringe and she wore a pink and white headscarf in her hair, and round her neck she wore a beautiful red pendant. She wore such a delicate lace black top that suited her features perfectly.

She was without doubt the most beautiful lady I had ever set eyes on.

She was without doubt the most beautiful lady I had ever set eyes on.


Normally I would be too shy to sit opposite a lady like this, but she smiled up at me, a smile so warm and inviting. I found myself saying, –

“Do you mind if I sit here? Is this seat taken?”

She gave me that wonderful smile of hers again and replied, in a soft, sweet accent –

“No one is sitting there, please do.”

She made a gesture with her hand and I thought how lovely her smooth hands were, with her long fingers, and long red fingernails. I sat down.

I was shattered. I had decided that I was going to sleep on the train, but I’m not sure what it was, whether it was the hum of the engine, or the fact that this gorgeous woman was sitting opposite me, and part of me was longing to talk to her. I kept opening my eyes. Eventually she spoke again to me.

“Yes I always find it hard to sleep on a train. You look as if you had hardly any sleep last night.”

“I didn’t. I was up all night watching the election results come in.”

Immediately she perked up, sat up straight, eyes wide open and said, –

“You know I love your Prime Minister. There is something about him.” Then she paused, and said in a hushed tone “even if I don’t agree with his policies.”

I was interested that she had about the same view as me, regarding his policies. I had never though of him as sexy in any way though.

“How do you mean you love him then?”

“Well there is something about him. He has a certain arrogance about him, he can be very dominant, but there is something vulnerable about him too. I’d love to get hold of him, mould him, and train him. You see I think that all men have a dominant and a submissive side to them. I’d love to get hold of a man, and make him more dominant, more successful in his career, but submissive in the way he treats me.”

I was listening intently. I must say I found the prospect of being treated in this way by her appealing.

“You mean that you would be his housewife, while he had the successful career?”

“Oh no, you sill boy? I would keep a strict eye on the hours he worked. As he moved up the promotion ladder he would be able to delegate more and more. I would xontinue to do what I do. He would do the housework as well. He would love doing it to. I would train him to love it. Once I got him under my thumb.”

And to emphasis the point she rubbed the tip of her thumb on the table between us.

“How do you mean train him?”

She smiled at me again.

“Why you silly boy, men can be trained in exactly the same way puppy dogs can. You reward then when they do what you want, and punish them when they don’t. Gradually you get them behaving in the way you want them to. However unlike dogs there are other ways of training men. For one thing, you keep talking to them, and gradually you get them thinking in the same way as you do, get them thinking how you want them to.”

She suddenly paused and smiled again.

“I have other techniques too, but I don’t want to give away too many of my secrets yet! So you were up all night watching the election results roll in. You obviously must be very interested in politics.”

“Yes I am. I teach Politics, so I had to watch it all, so I could tell my students about it. It was fascinating, how some seats swung to the government, some to the opposition. Some quite unexpected results too.”

She took off her lovely red pendant, which she was wearing round her neck. She started to swing it before my eyes. As the light flickered on it at different angles, I could see different shades of red and the light flickering off it.

“You see I always think of politics like a pendant like this, swinging back and forth. Watch the pendant as it swings. Sometimes it is swinging to the left, sometime it is swinging to the right, but all the time it fascinates you, it absorbs you. No matter which way it is swinging, you are still on the sidelines watching it. Do you understand?”

I had started to robotically stare at the swinging pendant. I managed to grunt a monosyllabic “yeh”.

“Good boy, keep watching and you will understand more and more. It swings back and forth, and the only way you can properly understand it is to watch it more and more. Look deeper for me now. I know you are feeling sleepy, but the pendant draws you in, making a firm imprint on your mind. Keep listening to my voice. Let my voice guide you. Let me guide you down.”

She started to swing it lower, and as my eyes looked down on it, they naturally started to close.

“Good boy, you are doing so well, keep watching the pendant, keep listening to me. Put your trust in me, trust in me completely, and let yourself go. Just relax, relax, and relax. Your eyes are getting so heavy, so very, very heavy; you cannot keep them awake anymore. Close your eyes, but keep listening to my voice. My voice is guiding you, relaxing you, taking you deeper. Deep breathing, in through your nose, hold it and blow it out through your mouth. Do this for me three times, in through your nose, hold and blow it out through your mouth. Do it two more times, in through your nose, hold and blow it out through your mouth. One more time, in through your nose, hold and now slowly let this breath out. As you let go of all stress and allow it to ease from your body. Letting the stress flow out, from your head, your shoulders, your back, all the way down to your feet, now focus on your toes for me. Relax your toes, relax your feet, relaxing your shins, and relax your thighs. Feel the warmth, the pleasure from relaxing. Relax your back and relax your chest. The warmth is spreading more and more. Relax. Relax your shoulders. Relax your neck. Yes. Relax your chin, your jaw, and your head. Blink your eyes and relax your eyes, your body is feeling heavy now. It is very heavy, heavy and relaxed.”

And that is how I met her. All those years ago, way back in 2005. And we are still together now. I have just retired as head teacher of the same school I was at when I met her, and now have time to write about such things. Although my brother teases me and say that I am “under her thumb”, I wouldn’t have changed anything for the world. She is the reason for my success and I owe her everything.

And it all started on one simple train journey.