EraIncendia

Do you hear my voice now? Do you hear it in your dreams, even when I’m not around perhaps? Is it sensual? Is it powerful? Does its melodic tone reverberate in your mind? Does its divinely sensual cadence in your ear begin causing an involuntary tingle up your spine tensing the nerves that run throughout your body in nervous anticipation? Does My breath cause the hairs on the back of your neck to stand erect at attention?....Good. Now imagine freshly fallen leaves motionless and seemingly purposeless on the ground, perfectly still in their rightful perspective places….until the wind begins to blow… Do you ever wonder if perhaps the leaves fear the wind? Or do they adore its power over them and delight in ecstatic bliss to be powerless and vulnerable to its will? Or both? The movement of the leaves influenced and determined by the winds guiding and provoking force, if the wind blows lightly it’s a softly teasing dance that it evokes from its still subject, small gentle movements. The leaf itself is powerless to resist its own sway, completely helpless to the call of the wind simply and involuntarily obeying and even more than obeying seeing as how the leaf has absolutely no choice in the matter anyway, its natural role is puppet for the winds power. When the wind is more forceful, the leaf automatically moves faster, almost as if with a sense of urgency if you will, to the winds heightened intensity, it swirls about violently abused and disheveled until the proverbial wind storm ceases of its own entitled accord and ONLY then is the leaf allowed again to come to rest peacefully…..You dearest slave are My leaf and My voice is your wind. Your movement in task, direction and service should be a direct result of My voices command and tone. As the wind, if it is soft and peacefully urging yours should be an equally soft sensual and artfully presented response, should it reach a heightened tone your sense of urgency should escalate accordingly prompt and efficient and grow to become an involuntary reaction, BUT Goddess forbid I am forced to exert any real power and force behind it and have to strain My precious vocal chords to yell (something a true Goddess rarely enjoys or even needs to do) well then you My imperiled slave had better move like your pathetic little life depended on it, for surely a fearful storm indeed is about to descend upon you…and in those moments slave you will wish you a leaf instead…And from this day on, each time you hear and feel a soft and gentle breeze around you or even a gust of robust wind , you will instantly be reminded of Me and this analogy between yourself and the leaf and between My voice and the wind and will feel its magic begin to work its tingly way through your being…..you are My puppet now, so dance for Me My little helpless leaf, dance!