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Called to be who I am, by One. Full of Power, only given to the deserved, but in service to all until the calling up
I see a strong submissive man, as a real man. I know that a lot of people have the idea that submissive men are wimps. You think? I'd like to see some of those macho guys have the intestinal fortitude to allow someone to tie them down and whip them, most macho guys are not that brave "Truly, for a man to choose to serve his Lady is a very classical romantic gesture. When you think of submissive men, think of white knights on chargers; "To thee my lady I pledge my troth, and I shall serve thee all my days." "When we look to nature, in monogamous relationships, most often the purpose of the male is to protect and support the female and the children. Spend all your time caring for, keeping your family safe, and putting your life on the line for your woman and children" "Not for the weak of heart, not for wimps, certainly. It takes a lot of strength to surrender. It takes a lot of courage to trust your fate to someone else." So in my not some humble opinion A submissive man, does not need to equate to a whimpy man, or an inadequate man. Just a man, who willingly gives of himself, his pain, his passion, for a Woman "You don't know Which way the Wind blows, so how can you plan tomorrow:"
"Judge thyself with the judgment of sincerity, and thou will judge others with the judgment of charity"
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Goddess Worship and Christianity
I participate in an online Christian FemDomme forum and this subject recently came up; this was the question posed;
"Online I found that many involved in femdom treat it as goddess
worship. How does this compatible with Christian worship of the
Trinity which does not allow the believer to worship of other gods or
goddesses?"
My Response;
"I know of some, who do attribute divine qualities to
the Woman they serve. To honor, and revere Her is acceptable, and to
kneel in an act of servitude and submission, but God alone will I
worship. God does/did reveal more of His love through my Mistress,
so She was/is a mirror to reflect God, but not a God or Goddess"
For me, a healthy FemDomme/Sub relationship can feed the spirtual growth of both parties, and bring one closer to his/her God
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On a bdsm message board, A question was asked about permament marking. I have a number of such, and remarked how one (acutally a long series of marks down my side from shoulder to ankle) I somewhat regret, as it was not really "consensual" The originator of the post, somewhat attacked the Woman (unknown to he) who scared me.
""But I am sure she must be a highly evolved, intelligent and advanced individual right?"
I responded with;
"As
a matter of fact, yes she is. She screwed up, so what, have not we all
at one time? As stated, I have forgiven her. I don't serve "perfect
women" I try to serve "perfectly" Those we serve, are people, learning and growing, If we expect perfection in the moment, we set ourselves up for disappointment. Relationships are just that two people "dancing" sometimes steping on each others toes, sometime in sync with each other, yet dance on they must.
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Don't call me slave, when I don't know you, Don't call me slave when even if I do, our relationship is not a true one of power exchange. I only identify as slave and give my power to one who in turn, invests her power back too me. If not willing to invest back then , I am friend, maybe at one time play partner, but not slave or servant. One sided DS does not work for me.
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Thinking about a particular Woman, I have known, and the Parallels with the thoughts of the Psalmist, and his feelings about spending time in the presence of God; The song that I hear regularly on the Christian Rock station, with the same lyrics, always speaks to me;, Well since She was in my dreams last night, thought I'd post the lyrics;
"Better Is One Day"
How lovely is
Your dwelling place
Oh Lord Almighty,
For my soul doth long
And even faint
For You
Oh, here my heart
Is satisfied (is satisfied)
Within Your presence
I see beneath
The shadow of
Your wings
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
(Than thousands elsewhere)
One thing I ask,
And I would seek,
To see Your beauty
To find You in
The place Your glory dwells
(One thing I ask)
One thing I ask
And I would seek,
To see Your beauty
To find You in
The place Your glory dwells
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
(Better is one day)
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
(My heart and flesh cry out)
My heart and flesh cry out
For You, the Living God
Your Spirit's water to my soul
I've tasted, and I've seen
Come once again to me
I will draw near to You
I will draw near to You
To You
Better is one day
Better is one day
Better is one day
Than thousands elsewhere
Better is one day in Your courts
Better is one day in Your house
Better is one day in Your courts
Than thousands elsewhere
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Poetry for who??? Lifeforce
Empty hands held high, such small sacrifice, Join with my life, I sing in vain tonight
May my words I say, the things I do, make my Lifesong sing, and bring a smile too you.
Let my Lifesong sing to you, Let my lifesong sing to you
I want to sign your name, to the end of this day, so you'll know my heart is true
Let my lifesong sing, let my lifesong sing to you
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You're at a stand still
You're at an impass
Your mountains of dreams
Seems harder to climb
By those who have made you
Feel like an outcast
Cause you dare to be different
So they're drawing a line
They say you're a fool
They feed you resistance
They tell you you'll never go very far
But they'll be the same ones
That stand in the distance
Alone in the shadow
Of your shining star
CHORUS
Just keep on the same road
And keep on your toes
And just keep your heart steady as she goes
And let them call you what they will
It don't matter
A rose by any name is still a rose
The kindness of strangers
It seems like a fable
But they've yet to see
What I see in you
But you can make it
If you are able
To believe in yourself
The way I do
(chorus)
Cause a deal is a deal
In the heart of the dream
And a spade is a spade
If you know what I mean
And a rose is a rose is a rose
To deal with the scoffers
Well, it's part of the bargain
They heckle from back rows
And they bark at the moon
Their flowers are fading
In time's bitter garden
But yours is only
Beginning to bloom
So keep on that same road
And keep on your toes
And just keep your heart steady as she goes
And let them call you what they will
Just remember
A rose by any name is still a rose
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A Mountain Thunderstorm
How Wondrous, and
fearful at the same time. Blowing in capturing your mind.
Engulfed with desire
to be within her cloud, yet part of you stays back, still and quiet
Awed by the power and
danger within …
Fear and desire, mix
together, Mortal man that I am, how could I withstand, letting myself be molded
to her whim, like the drifting desert sand.
Drawn in, transfixed
by beauty, I submit myself, first body, then soul,
Kneeling in awe,
gazing up, all for to make me whole
The strike of Her
lighting ignites my pain, then her voice echoes out, soothing like rain
Another thunder, and
lighting erupts, yet surrender, I must.
Like the storm
chasers who traverse the world, so too must I, to behold and serve.
Surrendering self,
into the vortex, The Storm is Queen, and I her slave, Nature dictates this is
as should be.
No man can control
the storm, rising on thermals, pushed by the jet steam. Some have tried, with no avail. Some give in, just opening their sails.
I now fly, pushed by
her winds, Still sometimes scared, but drawn ever in.
(by Powerful Servant "the storm chaser"
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My favorite Frost poem, Devotion:
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean--
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition
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| Age: 45 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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