The Need to Dream Again
…I sat in the chair, looked at the pictures of my Goddess all around. I breathed in deeply the sweet smell of the vanilla and my heart filled with love for my Goddess. Unaware of time passing I drifted away into a state of bliss. I remained in this state until the door opened…
No one was coming in the door. It was the phone back in my house! It rang and broke the trance. No it was more than a trance, it was real. The phone had broken the connection and dragged me back. I felt like Christopher Reeves in Somewhere In Time! Desperately I wanted to return. I had a need to go back.
This time the phone was turned off. I realized I had been gone for over two hours. It hadn’t seemed that long, but perhaps time passes differently there? There were a couple of things I wanted to do today. If I went back I may not get to them. Perhaps I should wait. No, nothing else was important. I wasn’t done worshipping my Goddess I had to go back. I needed to go back.
Laying down on the bed again I started breathing deeply again. I was so desperate, so aching, would I be able to relax enough to get back? ‘Just breathe,’ I told myself. It took a few minutes before I was calm, relaxed, ready. I emptied my mind. Listened for Goddess presence within. The words came to me, “Goddess Haylee, grant me access to your Goddess Temple.”
I floated away, and found myself standing before the black doors of Goddess’ Temple. My and was on the door. Pushing lightly it open and I stepped inside. The door closed behind me. The temple was even more beautiful than I remembered. There were lit candles mounted on the walls all around. The smell was heavier. Hints of vanilla, but also of incense and rosewood. I had thought that the curtains hung over the walls were thick before, but they were light and lace. In the flickering of the candlelight it made the walls come alive and seem to flow. On the floor was a mandala the diameter of my outstretched arms with strange symbols and a five-point star at the centre. On the edge of the mandala, in the centre of the room, was Goddess’ throne. The one we her slaves had bought for her. It was magnificent and worthy of our Goddess.
I looked across the room and saw shelves and a table in an alcove. On the table was a large book on a book-stand. It had ribbons marking pages sticking out from the top and bottom. Next to the book was a mortar and pestle, and there were bottles of different sizes spread around. Here was another place Goddess preformed her magic. This was a sacred space indeed.
The shelves were filled with slave collars. Below each collar was a name. There were dozens of them. Only a few of the names did I recognize, Charlie, John David, Maddox… I assumed many were the real names of slaves I probably knew, but not by their real names. But there were so many. Goddess mentioned more slaves, but I only noticed those of us who were on Facebook and IHWT. It made me feel good that there were so many more.
Then I saw my own name, but there was no collar on the shelf above it. Where was my collar? At that moment I realized I was wearing it. I felt my neck and sure enough, there it was. Of course it was on my neck. In this place I would have noticed right away if it wasn’t around my neck. That is where it belonged. It felt normal. I felt relieved that it was on.
It was at that moment I felt there was someone behind me. I spun round and in the candlelight didn’t initially see anyone. There was someone seated on the throne. It was Haylee…
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