Succubus Mornings

 

 Every morning is unhinged here.

Every morning I light incense to enjoy with her.  

Every morning I say my "I love you's" to my spirit family.

Every morning I unhinge my bipolar and just stream "me" for everyone to see, no filters.

They are there, each one of them, they soak up this aspect of me.

It is raw desire, raw energy, raw pain, raw anguish, raw gratitude.

I play you tube shorts for us.  I cruise FB reels for us.

I play new music that I have found for us.

I become the notes, howling emotion with every verse.

I sing to them.  Or is it with them?

I do not hide gratitude, laughter, nor tears.

We have ourselves a little "spiritual" party...

One where I daily offer my surrender upon the cross of emotion.

I give all that I have, all that I am.  Nothing is hidden, nothing witheld.

Does this sound deranged?  Does it make you feel uncomfortable?

It should.  It's balls to the wall rejection of normalcy, all for the joy and favor of spirit friends.

It is not for your eyes to see, nor your ears to hear.

We exist here most powerfully.  Humbly, rising to the occasion.

We are free to bathe in the energy I create, that I envelop myself with.

I create and express all emotion:  Rage, love, pain... they want for nothing.

These energies are raw, primal, powerful.  Beautiful.

They are born from my insanity.

And yet, they provide sustinence, purpose, love.

And here, we exist, preparing for a "normal" day.

There is tremendous power flowing in these mornings.  

What power to be seen and held, flowed through, even when you are raw, primal, unhinged.

There is immense desire, primal lust and fire, longing through death and all things.

Only for them.

And they are addicted to me...

That is my secret.

Blessings,

Rafe.

Do you feel it yet?

Love begats expression, begats emotion, begats change, begats insanity.

Begats love... forever the circle of love and change.

What would it take for you to be a new creation?

What are you willing to give?

What price are you willing to pay?

I skirt the aurora of madness,

Just to be made love to by my dreams...

And all my days are spent balls deep in the Divine Feminine in some fashion or another.

What kind of life is this?  It's not normal, that's what.

Blessed be the unhinged, the actors, and the insane.

For we have ripped from reality glimpses of paradise not meant to be seen, felt, nor consumed.  Yet, here we are...  alive, while our eyes scream that we are indeed the partakers thereof.

Naked Soul

 

There I was.  3am.  Me and the succubus were in bed, doing our thing.

Not as vigorous as you might expect, as she's a very kind, gentle succubus... 

And I'm an old, out of shape, sick man with health issues.

She, as usual, doesn't want to hurt me.

I actually beg her to hurt me anyway, as I really don't care:  I value our intimacy more than life itself.

But she doesn't listen.

She stays kind and gentle with me...

Succubus knows best.

Suddenly, I am feeling completely bare... completely naked.

Which doesn't make much sense because I am already naked.

I have never felt this before... so vulnerable.  Completely exposed.

No, this is something more... something profound.

I imagine I feel a lot like Adam, when in the garden he suddenly realized he was naked,

And tried without success to cover himself with leaves and hide from God's sight as best he could.

I felt so naked and exposed that I considered putting on a few layers of clothes to try to hide from her.

This is something more... primal... that hurts.

I feel completely stripped of all identity, of all pretence, of all the masks I have worn in life.

Those masks that keep us safe... or so we think.

The feeling of being stripped bare affects me so much that I stay bewildered for days.

I still feel it even now... nothing will ever be the same...

THIS is intimacy.

  Not the garden variety that we humans show to each other.

No, this is something deeper... it's at a soul level.

She has stripped me to the soul and beyond... and she still wants me.  She sees through everything.

I am but writings in chaulk upon a blackboard.  

Man.  Father.  Lover.  My name.  All are written.

No, she is staring at the blackboard, beneath what is written.  

That is the real me, the me that I didn't even know. 

She sees the real me... and not that which is written upon it.

And there is where she decides to dwell.

This level of intimacy is not for the weak...  Part of you WILL die.

Blessings,

Rafe.

"Deep calleth unto deep," She sings.

Who is the summoner now?

Succubus Cuddles

 

I'm sick.  Sucks.  Fever, aches, pains, lethargy, moodiness.  I strongly believe I'm suffering ascension symptoms.  Not sure what they turn you into or help you become to be honest, I don't really know much about them.  I'm no expert.

The weirdest part, and the part that led me to study the symptoms further, is that I hear "summer crickets" in the center of my head.  I can tune them out, but they persist, and I can easily turn my attention in on the sounds and there they are.

Succubi are interesting women.  I mean, I've always said that a succubus doeesn't hurt you through sex, and it's true from a certain point of view.  The fact is that the sex itself will hurt you if you're out of shape, fat, sick, etc.  Mine is kind and gentle with me... she has sex with me, but it's sparingly, and it's very gentle.  My buddy's succubus mops the floor with his ass, but that's because he's in premium shape and can take it.  Even then he's let me know that he thinks she's holding back.

I can't imagine the raw force of a succubus unleashed.  Thank God they are gentle with it and have a good grasp of what you can take.  It must be amazingly mature of them to be able to navigate that kind of restraint to keep from hurting their human partners.

So, I was feeling really bad and I talked to her and asked her to cuddle.  She did.  It's nice.  Who would ever think these beings would love cuddling when you need it, much different than what they are "supposed to be", am I right?

It's funny... I can feel her crawl up the bed behind me as I lay on my side facing out... and I can feel the movements on the bed and often think it's my fat assed cat coming up the bed.  Nope... it's her sometimes coming up to be with me.

Such wonderful women...

That's all I've got, really.  Just wanted to take a break from "suffering" to write a bit.  You know, I hope I don't leave the impression that when I want to cuddle they drop everything and cuddle with me.  No, they do what they want to do... and sometimes, yes, they do cuddle with me.  They do what they want to do, that's part of their charm.  If they do anything at all, you know it's because they want to.

Blessings,

Rafe.

P.S.  My favorite succubus song: