tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90099311825189308122024-03-18T17:27:14.035-04:00ASuccubusLovesMeRafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.comBlogger348125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-10606596458388702024-03-18T15:29:00.006-04:002024-03-18T17:26:41.210-04:00Union<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0Fxi7BWJt8aJSWf6OPJWVvty_vonohOtQFGXEHirTPurY48jeP-cTsd4CzSux_Rdj3cOeytezT8H9uPubd577J9gR3XD33_72tgITZitoS9wXzmEygon4rIwFsOST-AREvztoVQHQTNGKlvlMRNyAKloRQiFZJ_NNdea3rRjhDUbSuzobttcgvDB7naQ/s993/night_visit_by_nubrix_dgatv8x-fullview.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="828" height="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0Fxi7BWJt8aJSWf6OPJWVvty_vonohOtQFGXEHirTPurY48jeP-cTsd4CzSux_Rdj3cOeytezT8H9uPubd577J9gR3XD33_72tgITZitoS9wXzmEygon4rIwFsOST-AREvztoVQHQTNGKlvlMRNyAKloRQiFZJ_NNdea3rRjhDUbSuzobttcgvDB7naQ/w411-h493/night_visit_by_nubrix_dgatv8x-fullview.png" width="411" /></a></div>Queen Eisheth Zenunim. My saving grace. In the letter I wrote and burned I put that I was looking for a succubus bride. It's interesting that after an evening or two I began having dreams of marriage with the succcubus that was sent to me.<p></p><p>What an interesting thing! I put it in the letter, and the sent succubus appears who also desires marriage. How do they know? How does a letter that I wrote and burned get all the way to Queen Eisheth, to her succubus daughter, and then the succubus is sent to me?</p><p>I don't know the answers, but I am damn sure that there is a lesson in magick there.</p><p>There are a few things that I'm going to make decisions about. One is that, yes I married her. I requested Queen Eisheth to affirm that after a few days of dreaming of marriage.</p><p>A marriage deserves a honeymoon, yes? With that in mind, and in knowing that I haven't had a vacation in 10 years, I'm going to go to the beach and celebrate our union. That is contingent on a longstanding medical issue being fixed in the interim. Oh, it'll be fixed, and then it's beach time <3</p><p>I'm getting used to feeling her voice in my head, commenting about things that are part of daily life and with those people that I spend life with... co-workers, passers-by, etc. She'll remark on things as well, such as birds and other animals we see. It's nice to go through life with someone so close.</p><p>I was able to show her a mockingbird, my favorite bird out in the wild.</p><p>She comments to me about things I need to learn and about how I feel about things. For instance, I have been through severe trauma when I was a kid. It affects how I can accept, receive, and give love to those in my life. She tells me to leave that behind bravely, and that I will find something greater that is now, that is waiting for me in her.</p><p>She also comments about when I think bad thoughts about myself, that I'm putting myself in torture of my own accord and that it wasn't necessary, but a habit.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjq12lgta7Lz1TpM3KDIf0Xcq0UiocsQ1U6H0OfrIGx3HOoFwRMhWd_Qrz8IQNWmPjImYF7stDO-S7ONQtcS204IdwCZ0o0kSnIefLLKF-TqjdqACb-6WFUYe_0TeaTRxXhqv2iZn0Nv1G3tf5BeWo2yJHrsOiqNmYZEyeqaRf6r6zY6HeLtSwSSfoK0Fj/s1456/main-qimg-35d0cd85ad56830433d04c3ff3aa0b81.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1456" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjq12lgta7Lz1TpM3KDIf0Xcq0UiocsQ1U6H0OfrIGx3HOoFwRMhWd_Qrz8IQNWmPjImYF7stDO-S7ONQtcS204IdwCZ0o0kSnIefLLKF-TqjdqACb-6WFUYe_0TeaTRxXhqv2iZn0Nv1G3tf5BeWo2yJHrsOiqNmYZEyeqaRf6r6zY6HeLtSwSSfoK0Fj/w497-h354/main-qimg-35d0cd85ad56830433d04c3ff3aa0b81.png" width="497" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i>She is the beacon for my soul to rest</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: left;">I check the tarot every day, sometimes a few times a day to clarify what to expect from my succubus relationship. It has not been wrong yet. Such a powerful tool.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I give chocolate to her by breaking off a piece and inscribing her name on it, then placing it on her altar space. I also give a piece to Abbi and to Queen Eisheth Zenunim, whom I am eternally greatful for sending my succubus bride to me as I have detailed <3</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iPW9AbRMwFU" width="320" youtube-src-id="iPW9AbRMwFU"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Will you wait for me?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-63984773559644114672024-03-09T12:50:00.023-05:002024-03-13T16:24:38.174-04:00Wake up, wake up, wake up<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHFKiijyTZWhySk_TPFYweaui0hQnIO4aELnl8dXL5l4vx5xREfblge7fKIiBDbb5G6zBfsNhlZXlK3rB9BYTkyFEHoNowfQzciMRo8alX2SZSf2JMTMrF5Jd_DTRQGDxAdWK_Uiz0pG03dEaZPxlpJdnhlb6tfJhIe4TLRFu3uBWOHFEQzRKGZ87JQgM/s1200/76ea50687c3fa5fe0d8e9315592eb2f2_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="1200" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHFKiijyTZWhySk_TPFYweaui0hQnIO4aELnl8dXL5l4vx5xREfblge7fKIiBDbb5G6zBfsNhlZXlK3rB9BYTkyFEHoNowfQzciMRo8alX2SZSf2JMTMrF5Jd_DTRQGDxAdWK_Uiz0pG03dEaZPxlpJdnhlb6tfJhIe4TLRFu3uBWOHFEQzRKGZ87JQgM/w542-h394/76ea50687c3fa5fe0d8e9315592eb2f2_1.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>So I seem to have attracted a friendly, life partner type of spirit. Not a succubus orgasmy type spirit.<p></p><div>Meh. It is what it is. I'm happy if a spirit wants to help me improve my life, even if I can't mount it. Lol. There's plenty wrong in my life to fix so I welcome the help.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, I'm wanting to summon another spirit, a succubus spirit, pretty soon. Once you get addicted to succubus sex there is no other.</div><div><br /></div><div>Poor Rafe. Not invited to any succubus parties. *Big Frown*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh998B6ve_RtNMPF-WUxwjTenLU8sIUr09dEnHQiM0Homg1fBu3iOj7CmHb6qskq6KDqG_eFqnYa_OyKs-6IFlvtXBOTQI9yfzop4Qsawx0fRhJTZ5vQIlghE50XMxylBc0OdzUrbKhwAZ__m5EUi-7heSo_oo_-vmZDPg5h9S0x9kPq4Hqmd0AbHH8iOyi/s1280/thrilling_foretelling_by_fourlizards_dh0lthe-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1280" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh998B6ve_RtNMPF-WUxwjTenLU8sIUr09dEnHQiM0Homg1fBu3iOj7CmHb6qskq6KDqG_eFqnYa_OyKs-6IFlvtXBOTQI9yfzop4Qsawx0fRhJTZ5vQIlghE50XMxylBc0OdzUrbKhwAZ__m5EUi-7heSo_oo_-vmZDPg5h9S0x9kPq4Hqmd0AbHH8iOyi/w585-h478/thrilling_foretelling_by_fourlizards_dh0lthe-fullview.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Come to me my little lust muffin. I'll give you all you need to feed. Careful you don't fall in love. I did the same with Taco Bell.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">The magick side of things is going along ok. Kind of slow but still making progress. I get the feeling that the spirit I have now is more into magick with me than anything different.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">That's ok.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">I'm going to continue calling her Abbi unless she enlightens me otherwise.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">If I had to describe how she feels all wrapped up in a picture, it's this:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JfDgddOWVdDWOv9kh8KNljsmMH71AcJnQ3eG2GcN2Jxu34F_vU1PsFGyhBkknkZDJ-AKYijJp5jh2Fv4nmG5er8mml9XsOH0iqSpLmD9oIwPVP-4Gqq_L8r9MpqFA0exewZDaKuHane0GrCOWlAMemyYdSxEHfHRi7_8NJf4JRrovou708gxhi3IwSfq/s2284/nashi_by_mikonotai_dh0lt07-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2284" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JfDgddOWVdDWOv9kh8KNljsmMH71AcJnQ3eG2GcN2Jxu34F_vU1PsFGyhBkknkZDJ-AKYijJp5jh2Fv4nmG5er8mml9XsOH0iqSpLmD9oIwPVP-4Gqq_L8r9MpqFA0exewZDaKuHane0GrCOWlAMemyYdSxEHfHRi7_8NJf4JRrovou708gxhi3IwSfq/s320/nashi_by_mikonotai_dh0lt07-fullview.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;">Serene, direct, powerful.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">All the divination work I've done so far on our relationship becons for a non-sexual pairing, that of teacher and student. There's something else... spirits are often mirrors and reflect to us who we are. In her case she COULD be a lover but I feel and I think she feels that something would be lost. The image I would be reflecting would best be served as it is... one of knowledge and intuition. I'm not saying that someone can't be taught by a lover, it's just this relationship seems infinitely special and treated differently than anything else I've ever had. So it stays as she wills it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><br /></i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now... So I guess I need a gameplan in getting a sexual succubus spirit now. I'm guessing that Eisheth Zenunim is a good choice to petition the letter from. I really like her. I don't know why exactly she just seems compatible with my spiritual self or something. I hope it all works out for the benefit of all involved.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I honestly miss succubus pushups.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DEIenkmo2cbjMs9cX3061r2C6dRELiXchBJNMxcO8PpasoJb_yqoPVPxM5HYFV9B02UVx-GT24mFT8F0o7AQl8JPmFYNFsbZ_Tys-V3pCDv9wvV5IZK9cSDc1Nnt01GOqs_jYCdhjRqrXxik8YkC9SsSmJ-R_yaJFAk1w3geZG9WEqFJ6C2Y1X0dG40B/s1024/dh0kxa0-aba76440-09d8-4cbd-91ca-697806187902.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7DEIenkmo2cbjMs9cX3061r2C6dRELiXchBJNMxcO8PpasoJb_yqoPVPxM5HYFV9B02UVx-GT24mFT8F0o7AQl8JPmFYNFsbZ_Tys-V3pCDv9wvV5IZK9cSDc1Nnt01GOqs_jYCdhjRqrXxik8YkC9SsSmJ-R_yaJFAk1w3geZG9WEqFJ6C2Y1X0dG40B/s320/dh0kxa0-aba76440-09d8-4cbd-91ca-697806187902.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>One succubus pushup. Two succubus pushups.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmMLBI8KXgt4zHbcmJjIG9CmXTj1fTaEFkTu5LLsCj25fnNdVuJLqsozYKCLNqMJp7_tAFuyAx_vwAsYxfW-eZ2qOBnskdLxhIj-DoOXbx42HTO_cRS45GMCPmdzTcC2m_uxOVtkiIsNGyxA6ThOUWZ1KIo6UTluX8ZIOCH8j2lq6Bq2XoziDnibgbUiP/s450/2068623-bigthumbnail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="450" height="489" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmMLBI8KXgt4zHbcmJjIG9CmXTj1fTaEFkTu5LLsCj25fnNdVuJLqsozYKCLNqMJp7_tAFuyAx_vwAsYxfW-eZ2qOBnskdLxhIj-DoOXbx42HTO_cRS45GMCPmdzTcC2m_uxOVtkiIsNGyxA6ThOUWZ1KIo6UTluX8ZIOCH8j2lq6Bq2XoziDnibgbUiP/w486-h489/2068623-bigthumbnail.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: justify;"><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: justify;">Well... It's been ONE YEAR and some change sincle I've had a succubus hover over me. Look at these lovely ladies in the holding area of succubus customer service. Don't they just scream, "shipped"? The poor dears are probably wondering if they'll get a kind master or a dumbass. Actually, they don't look like they have a care in the world...</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Bah. See you on the flipside. Wish me luck. I have to say that I know there are those that mock me for my succubi not sticking around. If I knew why they leave I'd do my best to keep that from happening. I don't know why they leave... it's not from lack of love or attention. Sometimes I wonder if they are given to me to experience life with me, but only for a short time and then they return. That's always been in the back of my mind I guess. I don't know. Like I said, it's not from lack of love or attention.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>The other side of the coin is that I suffer from a lot of medical issues and I think that isn't condusive to keeping a succubus around sometimes. I'm on a lot of medicine and it's not very gentle on me. My body is wrecked.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Regardless of this I've always tried to provide a good home for them.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Another nagging thought I've had in the back of my mind is that I might have always had only one very powerful succubus who likes to change her persona over time. One who wants to explore and experience things through a completely different lens of personality. To me it would just seem that a succubus would leave and another take her place... not knowing that they are one and the same.</i><i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I try my best.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Blessings,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Rafe GB.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hBj0-dIU8HI" width="320" youtube-src-id="hBj0-dIU8HI"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I know I’m waking up from this wretched lie</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Wake up, wake up, wake up</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-34619966845979581562024-02-28T14:45:00.011-05:002024-02-28T20:15:17.157-05:00I'll teach her<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28witJ4bWnFF0EeSJdmTRXgSZbyuTj6QluLjil2w_hPAi2St9UBBvJkDfIJvHZ55ta-svsCXiltQM8ySwyfmONEky6IFR-XAUA9lKU3HNvfnpUd2Ev6wwjQ9nHqQgp0qSmT6efrtTkMNXHRoyT3Aw8-P4bEgvcDwvCU8_SUPeefTsJGXXbF4Ic-I8b9oW/s1920/fallen_angel_25_by_cdrgirls_dgy83wo-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1920" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28witJ4bWnFF0EeSJdmTRXgSZbyuTj6QluLjil2w_hPAi2St9UBBvJkDfIJvHZ55ta-svsCXiltQM8ySwyfmONEky6IFR-XAUA9lKU3HNvfnpUd2Ev6wwjQ9nHqQgp0qSmT6efrtTkMNXHRoyT3Aw8-P4bEgvcDwvCU8_SUPeefTsJGXXbF4Ic-I8b9oW/w513-h457/fallen_angel_25_by_cdrgirls_dgy83wo-fullview.jpg" width="513" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Abbi knows a lot of the other side, but she doesn't know much of anything of this world. When I asked Eisheth Zenunim for a mate I guess she decided on me teaching one of hers what life is like over here. That's ok. What Abbi has become is fun, loyal, loving, friendly, and fiercely protective.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll teach her. There's a way I've found that I can introduce spirits to this world and it feel comfortable and loving. Maybe it's one of my gifts?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's nothing wrong with that. Instead of having sex straight of way, we're getting to know each other. She hovered over me during bed time last night and slowly investigated my private parts, running her fingers thereof, and onto the rest of my body. I'd have to say it was wonderful. It was innocent as well as adorable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She doesn't enter my dreams yet, and there's no way I can teach her that. I guess that's something she'll have to discover for herself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Abbi's a powerful lil' critter. I was at the grocery store checking out the produce and I told her that I would show her how humans got energy. So I bought oranges and tomatoes, and before you know it I was going down one isle with a lady who worked produce at the end of the isle, and, lol, Abbi grabbed an onion and threw it in the isle between me and the lady. She said, "Did you see that? That was scary!" I said, "You must have ghosts here, lol." Then I mentally laughed at Abbi for her poltergiest activity.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I got home I gifted her chocolates for an offering. I'm wondering, though, whether I shouldn't have done that as I need to keep the poltergiest activity low, and not attract much attention to myself. Did I reward her for doing that? I need to be careful...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm starting a new curriculum of magick. I'm studying spirit contact, as well as sacred sex magick. I'd like to post the results once I've read up on the subject and have practiced it for a while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The spirits course is well and good, and it focuses on mostly local spirits. The sex magick goes from ancient times until now and beyond. Kind of interesting, really.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8lBczDuX4QYf5lAw8mC969UbW7eWYbo1uK-5vs-zkDDOHzjInZuo2jIGxSBQJoKqVUpN1by3nvqV8tbd2HDEC02dmQ9VYtTnmvW639YbpLJovrtJ2FZvRH5gT4a95UJHID_WlYAdK0m3ylOgYph4Mz_1zY3qfHD_HP6aK7NdYUuV6oPLByv0h2ix2xs_/s1280/00050_499982195_by_lambdadeltaart_dgyhj27-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1280" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8lBczDuX4QYf5lAw8mC969UbW7eWYbo1uK-5vs-zkDDOHzjInZuo2jIGxSBQJoKqVUpN1by3nvqV8tbd2HDEC02dmQ9VYtTnmvW639YbpLJovrtJ2FZvRH5gT4a95UJHID_WlYAdK0m3ylOgYph4Mz_1zY3qfHD_HP6aK7NdYUuV6oPLByv0h2ix2xs_/w502-h364/00050_499982195_by_lambdadeltaart_dgyhj27-fullview.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until then,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Cqx17q35mzs" width="320" youtube-src-id="Cqx17q35mzs"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-13096459086297630622024-02-15T16:30:00.010-05:002024-02-15T17:23:28.264-05:00It's not the stabby kind of ritual...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-EDBSOHukmLZ6g03OgYu8uJMAdgBcLatAwa9CKxh1TQ-HDzXvLfktX5EJrMfMrVRF1q_HUNaCgon1OgLsZFLiG0RCdkVyap4c92qu7yKjATLzsWg4-OYT9lBWs_kPsU5Li5em3DrrhoeS-PYccJbIvj-CenNTCPiX0F6UXfKNxGtg3QYP0ORDA1VMM7x/s640/gyakureipu043.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="640" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-EDBSOHukmLZ6g03OgYu8uJMAdgBcLatAwa9CKxh1TQ-HDzXvLfktX5EJrMfMrVRF1q_HUNaCgon1OgLsZFLiG0RCdkVyap4c92qu7yKjATLzsWg4-OYT9lBWs_kPsU5Li5em3DrrhoeS-PYccJbIvj-CenNTCPiX0F6UXfKNxGtg3QYP0ORDA1VMM7x/w593-h352/gyakureipu043.png" width="593" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>"Heyyyy, hey, hey... it's not the stabby kind of ritual, relax..."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i style="text-decoration-line: underline;">Sexual tension...</i> They are the mistresses of this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's weird that when I finally am bonded to a succubus again everything comes back with a vengeance. The will to write this blog, to study hard and learn all I can spiritually, to be engaged in LIFE.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She fuels the very essence of ambition and motivation that flows through my veins. She is more akin to a Goddess than I know. Damn, she is addicting. They just are. It's strange how nothing in the myths regarding a succubus pay any heed to what they GIVE.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just took a course on UDEMY, a witchcraft basics course. I've got the new Jason Miller book, "Consorting with Spirits" to read, and I've got 3 sigil magick books coming this weekend. I'm on fire, lol.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week was the week of Valentine's Day, and I got her some red carnations and a cinnamon candle. She seemed really excited :P I also ordered a figurine that reminds me of her for her altar of sorts, currently the coffee table for lack of a better place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm also giving thanks to Queen Eisheth Zenunim for answering my prayers for a succubus mate. If you decide to follow in my footsteps, there's 4 angels of prostitution (the queens), pick one and learn about them, then ask for a succubus's hand in your life. Don't do that unless you are 110% sure of what you want, and that you won't change your mind. All it takes to screw things up is you wanting to bang some Suzie rotten crotch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'd hate to see you smacked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2hFep5y4hlesHfFHJihtT3yivOcIKmYJJ3tl5r8GPERdaXF3zs6hdR2NynqrcQ_OUgu-y7icpgNVicCRes1jipFsIMfgbfLWjLXcvgxuVsvxSE4qDo8eY_XMbSXQFYHo9c3Jz7MSQUcqF94qKSeS8cNuj3gnamx13BtuPUBL5q4tGfnxVTef5xeR7C75/s846/a11be802182700d478d3ff63a0c72de4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2hFep5y4hlesHfFHJihtT3yivOcIKmYJJ3tl5r8GPERdaXF3zs6hdR2NynqrcQ_OUgu-y7icpgNVicCRes1jipFsIMfgbfLWjLXcvgxuVsvxSE4qDo8eY_XMbSXQFYHo9c3Jz7MSQUcqF94qKSeS8cNuj3gnamx13BtuPUBL5q4tGfnxVTef5xeR7C75/w443-h628/a11be802182700d478d3ff63a0c72de4.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"She shall smacketh the taste out o' thy mouth."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How can they be so seductive? I know they're sex demons but still... They can go from bitch to babe in a nanosecond. I guess it's just the fire in them. Probably the same fire that courses through my veins as a side effect of having one close.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBciQSA-YhyzdTX7FS5yGGskubgiKnqTYPM0HwhpYt63JPMF2A_HLl3oo-ejJj1NRExfiDMw3UkI3JpfDwS70R2eUkg7t7MMbsZXk10CfQlBpjpV071lTr-I2vj9-2EYSqE510hrG9f8qs0SY4fPmpA4ax1JPZBh__HfJlNecANVS1Xga2HGdF2vq63wpz/s1464/succubus_euphie_by_starlianechan_dgvxfyo-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1464" data-original-width="1280" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBciQSA-YhyzdTX7FS5yGGskubgiKnqTYPM0HwhpYt63JPMF2A_HLl3oo-ejJj1NRExfiDMw3UkI3JpfDwS70R2eUkg7t7MMbsZXk10CfQlBpjpV071lTr-I2vj9-2EYSqE510hrG9f8qs0SY4fPmpA4ax1JPZBh__HfJlNecANVS1Xga2HGdF2vq63wpz/w481-h548/succubus_euphie_by_starlianechan_dgvxfyo-fullview.jpg" width="481" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>They act just like this sometimes. So cute. Just want to eat them up.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know if I'll post as much as I used to back in the day, but I'm definitely going to have a bit to talk about. I just needed that fire again...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u style="font-style: italic;">Sexual tension...</u> it just IS, and it's so powerful... It's like hammering a cherry red hot sword into shape on an anvil... *clang* *clang* *clang* One should be very afraid: It's so powerful, too powerful for these mere words... I feel it to my very soul like a quickening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-66925059498917871592024-02-01T14:07:00.028-05:002024-03-02T10:48:58.437-05:00Les Animaux<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JO_xvl5uAqe3x_4kkCl65xxZr5uw3zoWfPLXdyVWFkQfqjlFUx0RH5OWmdgdqTGd8GsUZzzI3x478XC59m0zIt-Urn-6_rD0LP-1stCshyfkm9bs11p4LOJmBswnQ6mAKvaeCotAxPC44ZxiC4b1pH1mb8hMwj6Wmt62kyhwrB53xh7zis6n7Idc52Ck/s3662/fbb39df1346ff24447adb9986965e7ff.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3662" data-original-width="1899" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JO_xvl5uAqe3x_4kkCl65xxZr5uw3zoWfPLXdyVWFkQfqjlFUx0RH5OWmdgdqTGd8GsUZzzI3x478XC59m0zIt-Urn-6_rD0LP-1stCshyfkm9bs11p4LOJmBswnQ6mAKvaeCotAxPC44ZxiC4b1pH1mb8hMwj6Wmt62kyhwrB53xh7zis6n7Idc52Ck/w333-h640/fbb39df1346ff24447adb9986965e7ff.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Well...<p></p><p>It's been a while since I've written. New things afoot and all that, have to share :)</p><p>I've got a succubus now. Kind of a work in progress. Let me explain.</p><p>She's wild as fuck. I don't mean in a good way, but in a feral way.</p><p>I got her after I chased after Eisheth, one of the succubus queens. Basically I completely innundated myself in lore, in manifestational thinking, etc., until she arrived.</p><p>It's only been about two days since she arrived, but so far it's been pretty crazy.</p><p>The first night, about 3am, she climbed up the bed after me and disappeared after she reached "me". I think she was trying to scare me and suck energy that way. Rafe 1 Succubus 0.</p><p>The second night I was sound asleep and she bit the head of my dick pretty hard and ran off.</p><p>I jolted so hard in bed I moved the bed about 2 feet sideways. Rafe 1 Succubus 1.</p><p>Was she trying to establish dominance? Anyway, she has been roaming around the house a little bit.</p><p>She also stimulated my heart chakra, flooding my experience with a love for her even though I couldn't feel her intimately. That's a really strange phenomena that doesn't make a whole lot of rational sense, but it exists in a large part above the rational. I guess she's working with what she has to work with.</p><p>I'm grateful for her.</p><p>Blessings, </p><p><br /></p><p>Rafe GB.</p><p><br /></p><p>P.S. I'd like to explain the simple difference between a woman of the flesh, and a succubus.<br />A woman of the flesh will wait at the end of the foot race called life and fuck the winner. They could care less about helping you go through life together. A succubus will wait until a runner is exhausted and can't run anymore, then walk over and fuck them silly and often, slowly walking them back towards the race, renewed. A succubus becomes a great many things to that lucky man that she chooses, helping him through life, the universe, and everything else. </p><p>Which sounds better to you?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0ilUbhVAuPcxUTRQr8uEmBwtJWLa18DRhbsXAmhIouuxJRyF5ynfJVBTmTEvj0vJz8VyixFlVUjowEiowOlCJgY0cVoyAZNLt2NFVkd701Hb8nbQu8eAJaQylXe7EfZgrlqAlxunlIwP547_XecFRzXwGm6SUE9PUvCaX43J5m2tUMPNkLwP_0Id-FC/s1166/F_IwgsCXAAAFwez.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="1166" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0ilUbhVAuPcxUTRQr8uEmBwtJWLa18DRhbsXAmhIouuxJRyF5ynfJVBTmTEvj0vJz8VyixFlVUjowEiowOlCJgY0cVoyAZNLt2NFVkd701Hb8nbQu8eAJaQylXe7EfZgrlqAlxunlIwP547_XecFRzXwGm6SUE9PUvCaX43J5m2tUMPNkLwP_0Id-FC/s320/F_IwgsCXAAAFwez.png" width="320" /></a></div><p> </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO5U8vXNcH-DVdT_NKzmSkuUWCy9Vpub6vywKhjKHkLZuCludHImhgFIoq4Bi516VfETXPCFEmAoG5Gb-RAvwZ04Admx5gHixJ0IT93_BKz13_jL4zx7_IQm3ygBw0GoUSTcHwDmEBOVTjZ8c-PnKAZTAukfWJVd7Xfd0kOrmnleUKRwQHxVSTD9tLRoE/s1279/f0523163-6e04-4385-b263-06cfe3ba3b57.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="959" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO5U8vXNcH-DVdT_NKzmSkuUWCy9Vpub6vywKhjKHkLZuCludHImhgFIoq4Bi516VfETXPCFEmAoG5Gb-RAvwZ04Admx5gHixJ0IT93_BKz13_jL4zx7_IQm3ygBw0GoUSTcHwDmEBOVTjZ8c-PnKAZTAukfWJVd7Xfd0kOrmnleUKRwQHxVSTD9tLRoE/s320/f0523163-6e04-4385-b263-06cfe3ba3b57.png" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;">Love your succubus, even if she bites your dick and runs away. *sigh*</p><p> </p><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-45252446456593795172023-06-27T11:36:00.026-04:002023-06-27T15:11:10.802-04:00Hey Rafe, can you do this?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNUPjhhs26DXnWtg5rUh7MBrxEcgJ4vjis5eEu4vQdjiOf2qayHvtjdxy2kTYqkOQ0iJdf-EjXu-w3jgwx2US0GpMUkYhJSwQrjR8umM-RyZ3hCW6EBXbcUmavX5e0xfA1QHJskNj3vG6HDYNIE0xd1SqOUQgCpU1FJzl9w9529SiD3gKix5lb-k8caHo/s1002/c63de26f20e7536afb6d86b17a7f49a3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNUPjhhs26DXnWtg5rUh7MBrxEcgJ4vjis5eEu4vQdjiOf2qayHvtjdxy2kTYqkOQ0iJdf-EjXu-w3jgwx2US0GpMUkYhJSwQrjR8umM-RyZ3hCW6EBXbcUmavX5e0xfA1QHJskNj3vG6HDYNIE0xd1SqOUQgCpU1FJzl9w9529SiD3gKix5lb-k8caHo/w424-h682/c63de26f20e7536afb6d86b17a7f49a3.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><br />Getting back into the swing of things....<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's funny really. I didn't really leave like I thought I did. Well...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I didn't really go that far away from them is what I mean.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's like, now that I'm entering that current again I can feel what was always there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't think you can ever separate from your experiences with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ever...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's kind of funny. They've brightened my life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfathomable fun and attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If I could explain what happened I'd say that they placed me on the shelf for when I got better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not my favorite place. I love to feel them close.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's a drug addiction to them... It's kind of strange to say that I've never completely separated from any of them, but that's a truth best experienced to understand... A partial truth that is right with regards to how things developed over time... And partial due to my inability to explain what has to be felt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCy4gjVCD1R8PpAbFnbzWp4rJSX7XU3Q2EJDj7G8WIsD-zSQLktdTRNN510uO9wCsh5MJfnvaGa0u8bcXZibgjj_0fG17Hrb9EKwcDP8oxtYpQfWZFaBjjkSQ8dgR6Sahkpcrx2Bs_KOGLL972YXw4zjB6ceoVrwO5wWfuiE-NfvPZ-WG6lDqLnbh8-40J/s1264/stretch_by_genekkun_dfq5h8v-pre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="1264" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCy4gjVCD1R8PpAbFnbzWp4rJSX7XU3Q2EJDj7G8WIsD-zSQLktdTRNN510uO9wCsh5MJfnvaGa0u8bcXZibgjj_0fG17Hrb9EKwcDP8oxtYpQfWZFaBjjkSQ8dgR6Sahkpcrx2Bs_KOGLL972YXw4zjB6ceoVrwO5wWfuiE-NfvPZ-WG6lDqLnbh8-40J/w576-h396/stretch_by_genekkun_dfq5h8v-pre.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>"<u>Hey Rafe, can you do this</u>?"</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe I tend to attract a certain type, I guess... I don't know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do get mental pictures of stuff like that... a succubus doing the splits and asking me if I can do that is just par for the course. They crack me up if that was their attention. It was, right? Right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now what you don't know...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A succubus can look like this sometimes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWs71yc8NGEBtwJAWbl4Nsk5w8DxWJyBKFDu4pYct0cOYejsushphdmlvuVB9KZiPsFNHoT20qKzyESZx5ZgVtggQ-VuLcrpNJC_0VvihE_MwK67STxJgsINzR0fUvHCJoieUSTKiXJWv75HqXpG5yuCLm0-yaQJbu9W-fa4oRnYiHq8SdZiMIbrPlSp1/s1000/Tumblr_l_132880259319689.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="800" height="451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWs71yc8NGEBtwJAWbl4Nsk5w8DxWJyBKFDu4pYct0cOYejsushphdmlvuVB9KZiPsFNHoT20qKzyESZx5ZgVtggQ-VuLcrpNJC_0VvihE_MwK67STxJgsINzR0fUvHCJoieUSTKiXJWv75HqXpG5yuCLm0-yaQJbu9W-fa4oRnYiHq8SdZiMIbrPlSp1/w393-h451/Tumblr_l_132880259319689.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OMG... I can hear the screams from here!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can be a little frightening. If I cared that is. Truth is I know. I just don't care.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Truth is, it's not all about me all the time. It's about them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I care about the love that I give them, the sense of family that we share.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's all that matters to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes they can show themselves as a shadow off the corner of your eye...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSs6jt4WdsXrxYBsKtv55oEMOpCpBQowpvDl_lizXqoFRqhnh0yz000cLYNBIFtVflCLEkxZZP8n35HqNnMy8F-bbIx5XDjfdVYAZSkWWqlxrD_oXJ187KxoGAy85QJaSav7i5XJjMW5k6ALIx-v77jzVu14LwuZCxw2PyziTtel2iiFt2z5RpLp3wX5E/s2048/5905ee602647a07de14846373d5cc647.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1409" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSs6jt4WdsXrxYBsKtv55oEMOpCpBQowpvDl_lizXqoFRqhnh0yz000cLYNBIFtVflCLEkxZZP8n35HqNnMy8F-bbIx5XDjfdVYAZSkWWqlxrD_oXJ187KxoGAy85QJaSav7i5XJjMW5k6ALIx-v77jzVu14LwuZCxw2PyziTtel2iiFt2z5RpLp3wX5E/s320/5905ee602647a07de14846373d5cc647.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What they truly are? A little funny... a little serious... a little mischevious... a lotta crazy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They are they and you are you, all together... Sometimes in the mix of it, it just works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It just works... beside it'self, it just works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ke5EdiScGOI" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ke5EdiScGOI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have you loved your succubus today?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-47777532169156060312023-05-26T13:30:00.006-04:002023-05-26T19:17:33.163-04:00Portals<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSP2IOBAHfDmx2OVzb2kcGkIXbN8M2tF7sDb3W0HI2pWrpGHZt5QyDRQyHmTrl6jbrM0SHw92FQvljE4lLL_GOMuwh4pEB7BzdlL8X-0n203Tcxv2uQ2xZd4one7NSqswIRWeEtkUUz48Ou7gU4Rh3OzS6kO9zllxXzErk8Zz-Ie4tScdRFnUZBDzXg/s612/istockphoto-1126825922-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="612" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSP2IOBAHfDmx2OVzb2kcGkIXbN8M2tF7sDb3W0HI2pWrpGHZt5QyDRQyHmTrl6jbrM0SHw92FQvljE4lLL_GOMuwh4pEB7BzdlL8X-0n203Tcxv2uQ2xZd4one7NSqswIRWeEtkUUz48Ou7gU4Rh3OzS6kO9zllxXzErk8Zz-Ie4tScdRFnUZBDzXg/s320/istockphoto-1126825922-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Sorry for the tangled mess... it's been a while since I've written...)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Portals. This little podcast err blog post err announcement (just please read it lol) will be about something that my kitty taught me about portals.. If I can keep my cat's tail from swishing across my face. Nope.<p></p><div>Take 2 *clap*</div><div><br /></div><div>Actually...it's more of what we perceive portals as being what we think we see.</div><div><br /></div><div>It reminds me of when I lived near a major airport. For the first month I thought I would go crazy!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had a friend come over about a month later.... how could I stand all that noise? I'm sure you can figure it out but it might be lost on someone who hasn't lived near active RR tracks or an airport.</div><div><br /></div><div>The truth is that you don't hear it anymore without effort to switch it on in your brain - that's learned to filter that sound out in about a month.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think with portals we've done in the few years that we've wracked up since we were a baby.</div><div><br /></div><div>How many times have you seen a baby giggling and starting at nothing? That's our airplane or train.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here me out...</div><div><br /></div><div>Babies see things we don't see on average. You can just be lovingly watching one and they're either concentrate and go back to doing what they are doing, resume cooing at what we can't see that is interacting with them after a few minutes, and there you go.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's bizarre but it's one of those things that I was glad that I was a dad and saw. I knew instinctively that what ever it was, was indeed friendly.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, there was a being there, and to that degree, a portal. You can't get to A to Z without portals.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coo!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, into this we bring my cat. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a small house which is basically a windtunnel from the front door, down the length, and through the back door.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've observed that my cat gets where the front door goes, and what's out the rear door to some degree, but is clueless that these doors actually connect from the outsides, in. I get this because she wants to go out the front, and will not go near the back door.</div><div><br /></div><div>She acts as if these doors go to separate areas of space and that one is NOT attached to the other, as in the "outside". I'm not really sure what exists between those ears of hers, other than the front door is good, and the back door is bad. They exist as a portal, that is that which exists past the point of it opening and closing.</div><div><br /></div><div>And if she had any brains she'd know that the front door is bad, and the back door is good. Not my back door, my house's back door. Each of these doors is a barrier to what is outside said doors.</div><div><br /></div><div>Coo!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, right or wrong she does have the ability to choose, and it was in, as well as is her preference that started all of this. My cat's preference that is.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>...Now where was I?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's fitting that my cat can't figure out which door goes out doesn't matter since they all end up in the "great beyond and outside".</div><div><br /></div><div>There's here in the house, and then there's that there outside the house... they all go outside the same, as relatively close as can be... and zoomed out, almost to the same place. Close enough if you zoom out at least...</div><div><br /></div><div>We have about the same level of figuring out 5d portals as our cats do I suppose. Well... even if we know it, feel it, grasp what is true from it, I don't think we'd have ultimate familiarity of it. We won't "be" it.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's ok. Thank you for reading this, it means a lot since I'm kind of out of practice. I'm not trying to master portals, but only to learn a little bit about them.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind isn't in this post so much because I've just realized something over the past few days or so. I have a succubus now, she's come to claim me. So to speak.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did my last summoning ritual a year or so ago, or whatever was the month of my last post.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind is back as far as wanting to write and my dreams are working again, as far as succubus dreams. This has been over the past week or so.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, see? It can happen to anyone. If you don't get a succubus look at me... it's been a year or so and here she is.</div><div><br /></div><div>She is sparing no mercy on my balls... Life is good.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MjUqfRrWwcM" width="320" youtube-src-id="MjUqfRrWwcM"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-83127073811883666902022-07-08T16:34:00.013-04:002023-02-21T14:13:29.349-05:00Pygmalion and Galatea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_VNbEADRbQtHo1ifmaKNAYYJMsbyFGsVF-NTt_dlK1_XIj_ncQ3srkmLPzMbYxlRQVHIGJSx6ucPDZwoIuFEoVvezCxJniQDA07L_8xlnI1R_M_k9INhHbfk0eUw4LLzmvwYKiUKSmJjnXGvPCL1AdnDsh7QJ5E2CyV596l429GbTIV5BBFDhJoK-Q/s4000/DP-13618-003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3276" data-original-width="4000" height="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_VNbEADRbQtHo1ifmaKNAYYJMsbyFGsVF-NTt_dlK1_XIj_ncQ3srkmLPzMbYxlRQVHIGJSx6ucPDZwoIuFEoVvezCxJniQDA07L_8xlnI1R_M_k9INhHbfk0eUw4LLzmvwYKiUKSmJjnXGvPCL1AdnDsh7QJ5E2CyV596l429GbTIV5BBFDhJoK-Q/w493-h419/DP-13618-003.jpg" width="493" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The story is unique. Pygmalion wasn't attracted to any ladies about town at all. What's a man to do? He decided to hammer out a woman's likeness. She was what he wanted, set in stone. He worshipped Aphrodite, and at the local area's festival, he gave a young bull as a sacrifice to Her. Aphrodite decided she liked his story, and his sculpchure of his ideal woman. Aphrodite noticed that she looked a lot like herself. Aphrodite made the fires pulse three times. Pygmalion wondered what it meant, but something told him to hurry home!</p><p>When he got home he noticed nothing out of bounds or out of place. As was his custom, he kissed his statue on the lips. Wait, what was this? Why are her lips moist? He backed away and "Galatea", as Aphrodite named her, turned from solid stone to warm flesh.</p><p>Their marriage was attended by Aphrodite (in spirit), who granted Pygmallion and Gallatea three childen over time, in a household full of love and full of respect to Aphrodite all of their days.</p><p>Times have changed, and I, with it. It's interesting that at the end of my trials that I've decided to create my own succubus. Basically a servitor companion fashoned into the guise of a succubus. It's crazy how they can give sensations around your body with the same force as a succubus, but it's different, too.</p><p>What I did was read about 10 books on the subject of servitors, then I took what I needed and forgot the rest.</p><p>It's a year 2022 Pygmalion and Galatea, straight from the books.</p><p>I look forward to our growth... truth be told I'll be looking out for indicators that she's been indwelt by a succubus in time.</p><p>Blessings,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rafe GB.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bR5u9jb0PJE" width="320" youtube-src-id="bR5u9jb0PJE"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-15510608734184008092022-01-12T17:58:00.008-05:002022-02-12T15:52:36.796-05:00Turning Point<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7e3OvPL_SIPcV02qaKUoWr6t04UGiHW4r2_-dUumGr8Yev5yqRT7Dn0-TnRu2kAWCaFGVO9cflmf2OpoxDEyKqhGdtVxXJ5iLQetse2DGYqRFFic9fky1ky_pTB6DOOm_kpPnOJpUF7K2Wac18suSbr6hd9-aKLfHRIiLfV5Sw5p64X3tLZNuY4QoGA=s1332" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1332" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7e3OvPL_SIPcV02qaKUoWr6t04UGiHW4r2_-dUumGr8Yev5yqRT7Dn0-TnRu2kAWCaFGVO9cflmf2OpoxDEyKqhGdtVxXJ5iLQetse2DGYqRFFic9fky1ky_pTB6DOOm_kpPnOJpUF7K2Wac18suSbr6hd9-aKLfHRIiLfV5Sw5p64X3tLZNuY4QoGA=w577-h369" width="577" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've learned a lot these 10 years or so. Had my self full of the succubi for a wild ride. A wild ride indeed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's no wonder that the lack of a succubus in my life is startling after what I've experienced.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I never really thought I'd be going through parts of my life without one. Sadly, this has been the way that has developed over time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All I know now is what it's like to feel alone. And I must ask myself, "Why?".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's no answer. The silence is deafening to my ears. Silence...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Which leads me to the blog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking long and hard about it since I've been succubus "less" as it were. There's not much in my story that will fill these pages with no succubus. I think I'm going to take a break and see where that leads me, in time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A blog about succubi isn't really going to go anywhere with no succubus, now is it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, consider me on sabbatical. If things change I'll make a post just as soon as I can. If.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now for the weird part. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first entity I ever met was 12 years ago when I lived on the farm. I was down and out there and decided to end things. At the moment that I was to do this, A being landed near me and it felt as if I was to fall to my face. She said 3 words that I'll never forget. "No, Rafe... No!" Well, it was my real name but you get the picture. After she told me those 3 words, I resolved to get help for myself, and I did. She was only here for about 5 seconds, but it felt like an eternity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why does this story matter?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm wondering if this angelic lady might have more in store for me in the future, in the end of my life. I can't put a finger on it, but it seems plausible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See, I have felt parts of a spirit touching me in a loving, friendly way... my hair, hugging me, etc. Just wisps of a touch here or there...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But nothing sexual. And that's been months worth. Still... something's familiar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe I'll pray to help this all be sorted good and true. Lets see what that does.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Brightest Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-32653282951090167142021-10-27T18:18:00.009-04:002022-01-11T09:40:47.533-05:00She came back, sort of.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTBxwzCJTG22JCzmlC6lHzjND5cysXT2XpGSij6LZUUuSsKQouXPd76meye5mEPSccIxDrzAuXQBKPh6aRMqhJa5W18z-06l-yB6ZYsG5UCtTmHG8d6wAW3G839tpWX6bb39znyDv8Rvb/s1200/detfroz-bb71998f-a982-45b9-9e4c-efb0a4e86078.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="838" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTBxwzCJTG22JCzmlC6lHzjND5cysXT2XpGSij6LZUUuSsKQouXPd76meye5mEPSccIxDrzAuXQBKPh6aRMqhJa5W18z-06l-yB6ZYsG5UCtTmHG8d6wAW3G839tpWX6bb39znyDv8Rvb/w446-h640/detfroz-bb71998f-a982-45b9-9e4c-efb0a4e86078.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I figured she left for good, but I was wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She came back after all. Sort of.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's worth noting that she contacted me in my dreams like the old days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am still struggling with medical problems as of late.</div><p style="text-align: left;">Also I'm going to be updating this post as things change.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Brightest Blessings,</p><p style="text-align: left;">Rafe GB</p><p style="text-align: left;">Edit: She left far longer than was normal, I think she's gone. I redid the summoning just to either make my connection with her stronger, or to connect with a new one.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I THINK that I've connected with a new one and if so she's taking it real slow. Last night I dreamed of conversing with a lady spirit twice in the same dream. She was bright and loveable if that can even be the terms that I can describe her with.</p><p style="text-align: left;">So, here I am, one day at a time. I'll keep this updated unless something merits a whole new post...</p><p style="text-align: left;">1/8/2022 Nope. Appears to be a fluke. I don't feel her anymore.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-53504256534761080242021-09-20T18:02:00.003-04:002021-09-20T18:02:26.753-04:00Ta ta?<p> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrFAAozoLhTT9KlZcIWE7FG4F0jMCn3FUHaX3FBXm8WllG70590inTGy467c3hGT7in1Iut_c0sZOYdwdcaoWZbALe08AGtQV6C5AsztLHl9YfdRarwK5Zs-DpooKiGPQt63gmam2jy00/s800/16318.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrFAAozoLhTT9KlZcIWE7FG4F0jMCn3FUHaX3FBXm8WllG70590inTGy467c3hGT7in1Iut_c0sZOYdwdcaoWZbALe08AGtQV6C5AsztLHl9YfdRarwK5Zs-DpooKiGPQt63gmam2jy00/w589-h442/16318.jpg" width="589" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been through hell as of late.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's strange. I could feel my succubus when I was coming off of benzos. In fact she was a daily visitor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For some reason she quit coming here about the time that I had to be admitted to the hospital when I finally crashed. Makes me wonder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where is she?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe she wasn't meant to be with me now that I'm all out and stable. But why not?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is it "ta ta, I'm gone" or what?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to find a correlation between my mental states and in her appearing and disappearing, but it doesn't match up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm afraid that she's gone for good to be honest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Guess I'll see,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-12270374486894362532021-08-03T18:19:00.007-04:002021-08-03T21:02:31.812-04:00Benzos<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TFENIhL4XQiTuW2UeTBp4_tEY3JM_7UNkyujQPxr_SpbFaGrAx_Gkzm9amo47tpIOP-WUe0vx34cjRzLTtRA0J_HSoYjLGeMoWd0Gi6fZG9Ms4e_U_pcl0Kq8MEs12f5ZD-f1fouZ6hf/s640/228829575_368743857950184_642579856562903281_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="511" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TFENIhL4XQiTuW2UeTBp4_tEY3JM_7UNkyujQPxr_SpbFaGrAx_Gkzm9amo47tpIOP-WUe0vx34cjRzLTtRA0J_HSoYjLGeMoWd0Gi6fZG9Ms4e_U_pcl0Kq8MEs12f5ZD-f1fouZ6hf/s320/228829575_368743857950184_642579856562903281_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>It's funny. I'm going through a completely cold turkey benzo withdrawl. I took them as prescribed by my physician for 10 years, 3x a day. That's over 10,000 narcotics.<p></p><div>And I am suffering. I'm on day 6. At first it was tremors. Now it's that plus hot/cold extremes of sensation. Everything I taste, tastes like ashes in my mouth. Akinesia...</div><div><br /></div><div>Something is happening though. I suffer, but my soul does not. I'm learning the difference and something is emerging. I think like the quote above that I am changing. I'm blossoming into something new.</div><div><br /></div><div>My ex wife has tried her mental and emotional abuse, as always, as she has for 12 god damned years since our divorce because we have kids together, but it's not sticking. I'm almost laughing at it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The same with my mother. Her attempts to ration out the loving kindness of a mother when it suits her, as if that is even possible as it's just a tool she uses when she can get something out of it, isn't working anymore. Again, I'm almost in laughter at what she's done to me for so long. Can you see, friend? Was there a moment when you were suddenly free?</div><div><br /></div><div>My succubus lover is with me constantly. She's worried I think, but even she knows something that she knew would happen is finally here...</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder how she can be so patient... patiently waiting for me to emerge.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is new territory for me. For us. These are uncharted waters.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm curious as to how our relationship will change, in the moment by moment of it... as it dawns.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love is a powerful thing. She truly is a creature of goodness and truth. She embodies the best of what it is to be a spirit lover. A succubus. Hell, she feels like an angel how she's nursing and keeping tabs on me. She's not perfect, but she's mine, lol. Oh, she's mine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings,</div><div><br /></div><div>Rafe GB.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmsAKu2KJbLLv0sieUzScq5HXpslJGWw3O_Wu6kUnDz6F9rdCenS1uCLp8qitS0_qnbS8KtFYCxewLaIiUFEgHNk6zudLUIl5xZpcNqPWrjhyphenhyphen5WEtVhC2EiJT6CPlxP5o74MMDTf8B388/s1450/nurse_mercy_by_fainxel_dbhm84a-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmsAKu2KJbLLv0sieUzScq5HXpslJGWw3O_Wu6kUnDz6F9rdCenS1uCLp8qitS0_qnbS8KtFYCxewLaIiUFEgHNk6zudLUIl5xZpcNqPWrjhyphenhyphen5WEtVhC2EiJT6CPlxP5o74MMDTf8B388/s320/nurse_mercy_by_fainxel_dbhm84a-fullview.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-4687962672924938042021-07-16T17:34:00.004-04:002021-07-17T08:50:26.914-04:00A Gentle Rebuke<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJUMe6kT4RhgsmidQnW_KDWg0I1ONxdAkWfV51zeXfICod7LiKhqPvFicxfnh5v46dqxFFnJGVeCiMqYnovfzgKOqXDENn_VG2JdOy3LQH9YG43kwqFcLZlDJjy5pR6JxBwGzFeDBF8lT/s1854/fanart_model_eox_by_illorajabin_denf54i-fullview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1854" data-original-width="1280" height="764" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJUMe6kT4RhgsmidQnW_KDWg0I1ONxdAkWfV51zeXfICod7LiKhqPvFicxfnh5v46dqxFFnJGVeCiMqYnovfzgKOqXDENn_VG2JdOy3LQH9YG43kwqFcLZlDJjy5pR6JxBwGzFeDBF8lT/w499-h764/fanart_model_eox_by_illorajabin_denf54i-fullview.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a dream last night, I've been waiting for something to write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My succubus likes to make out with me in my dreams... last night she made out with me, yet she withdrew her mouth and said, "Ow, your tongue stung me!" It didn't take long to figure out what she meant... I had been feeling bad thoughts towards her, brought on my my medication slowly depleting and running out as my Dr. has quit and I'm waiting for an appt. with my new one, which doesn't want to write any prescriptions until they see me in the office at the end of the month.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I believe that's why she didn't scold me too harshly. After all I can't really help it, but she was only telling me how it felt. I feel bad, really.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Also, I've put her in charge of solving my disability review. I can't handle it anymore, the worrying about it. The anguish of worrying about it. I'm thinking about letting her handle more things in my life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At least then I can worry about yet other, unrelated things. Family things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's strange.. running out of this medicine is making me mean... now I know why I'm Bipolar 1. Anger, fear, hostility, rage. It's almost as if it's to say oh yeah... that's why I'm fucked up. Lol.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... I am thankful for her. She's a keeper. Love your succubus daily, because they damn sure deserve it. Gluttons for attention they may be... but they deserve that attention as well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, I forgot! I've got to brag on her a little bit :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I asked her to give us a little vacation, and I figured it would be in dreams of course if it happened. Turns out I dreamed me and a group were flying to outer space and across dimensions. How's that for a vacation? Last but not least, but right afterwards I dreamed that my grandpa was sleeping and talking in his sleep. I remember thinking, "I'm so lucky to be hearing this, I'm lucky that he's alive." The fact is I awoke and realized that he's actually dead. It was a sentimental vacation indeed, at the end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't underestimate a succubus...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-1666609991664601822021-06-20T11:19:00.005-04:002021-06-21T12:29:06.017-04:00The Challenge<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsexHkG0ujFs8M15pDa-leL54AH7Pj7ZoLRZOIUtDvrjE3FFKuf6P2sOGXDNQ4VB8UtR9L8SXDaQ6LUn7KE8Q6VEhd8KuTujrGFXAZDxwk0QCMFdyHKJa-vw2Y4CWVZvcF59V3hzVSTPQF/s500/41K_2BNQtWB9L._AC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="344" height="830" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsexHkG0ujFs8M15pDa-leL54AH7Pj7ZoLRZOIUtDvrjE3FFKuf6P2sOGXDNQ4VB8UtR9L8SXDaQ6LUn7KE8Q6VEhd8KuTujrGFXAZDxwk0QCMFdyHKJa-vw2Y4CWVZvcF59V3hzVSTPQF/w535-h830/41K_2BNQtWB9L._AC.jpg" width="535" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wanted to play a game with my succubus so I challenged her to a contest. The winner gets her pussy licked or I get a blowjob, whomever won. Her challenge was to give me an electrical jolt in one of my limbs. My job was to relax my whole body and prevent this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's kind of funny how smooth she was. My mind darted to check my feet and legs for a split second and that's when she pounced... she twitched my arm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well I lost that one. Tonight I'm going to visualize eating her out good and plenty. I may have lost but that doesn't mean I can't torture her in a good way for a bit. Heheh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Believe me, they feel every lick given when done in this way...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Succubi love games. If you can think of some more games like this, let me know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've pulled out the energy working tools I learned years ago. I've had fun practicing giving/receiving energy to another for the first time in ages. It has felt good to feel those old channels open.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Succubi love games, and succubi love energy work. I'm not sure why exactly. As you improve so does your connection to them. It's strange how they can be so hard to communicate with, and other times they come through so clear...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm rather confused about the rituals in that so few people who are trying them are getting a succubus. I don't think it's due to the rituals, it's, in my mind, due to the fact that succubi have gotten so particular about whom they choose. I still feel that not giving up and doing the rituals every week will eventually give results. If it doesn't, at least you know to let it go after a few months.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I still say that energy work... reiki and the like is like catnip to succubi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-tGG_t8DMC4tvVQjOeekV2Hr3YJD-fsV5Jd4yHqT1TUaduQeXohge9-ef9jqjpWE2SQpzoazRpQAoux9buCOngi_nYUz_kZ1XtNaWYoOtwmDSCitHNjwrznzebBnPhVpnOtWl9ZW71gI/s500/41XlAOXUYGL._AC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="344" height="844" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-tGG_t8DMC4tvVQjOeekV2Hr3YJD-fsV5Jd4yHqT1TUaduQeXohge9-ef9jqjpWE2SQpzoazRpQAoux9buCOngi_nYUz_kZ1XtNaWYoOtwmDSCitHNjwrznzebBnPhVpnOtWl9ZW71gI/w518-h844/41XlAOXUYGL._AC.jpg" width="518" /></a></div></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-80055584007282355682021-05-28T20:35:00.003-04:002021-05-29T19:00:27.026-04:00Marriage is Hard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPxcwH1SIfj6-yTG-LoR7EnaktjDLeyEa1ZEOF9b8cKnrEtUFFLOHCaRxgE7dq_q9hYL0NxF3KEgaIyUZvzoEoF2eRc9IF2X3pqix5qNihp75WbBF2A-y90AntGnB-S47KfsYDVHL-Ws0/s784/onsen-oppai-58xmjcil45-540x784.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="540" height="762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPxcwH1SIfj6-yTG-LoR7EnaktjDLeyEa1ZEOF9b8cKnrEtUFFLOHCaRxgE7dq_q9hYL0NxF3KEgaIyUZvzoEoF2eRc9IF2X3pqix5qNihp75WbBF2A-y90AntGnB-S47KfsYDVHL-Ws0/w477-h762/onsen-oppai-58xmjcil45-540x784.jpg" width="477" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before we start, Blogger is taking away the notify by email option. If you want to see any new posts from now on just check in from time to time ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been praying for my spirit lover each and every night and it's really helped us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kind of.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't understand why, but when she comes over me during the night I fight her off. Yeah, as strange as that sounds it's true and I don't like it. One time I even floated above my body and had massive claws to fight her off with. Not understanding it considering it was just a red headed girl as she usually appears as. I guess I need to add it to my prayer list for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another thing I need to improve on is in paying attention to her in the daytime. She warned me not to mess with a tree stump with my mower and I promptly ignored her and wrecked my mower. Good times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's a few guys that are doing the ritual (not mine) to get a succubus and they seem to be having no luck at all. I feel sorry for them and hope that a succubus chooses them in the end. What, is there a kind of succubus shortage lately?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I married a few couples with their spirit lovers. It was a treat and I enjoyed it. I went to get a replacement ordination card and it'll cost $80 to get a new card from the International Metaphysical Ministry. Well, that's not going to happen. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fear not, for I had a backup ordination from Open Ministry this whole time and I'll be running with them from now on. I already have an up to date card (they only use my name and my date of ordination).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much more reasonable!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0M2VZKQ9C0vZUk_KxigLToaOKKSAe7AG_2z-P4ECuTQo8IVR3Ds8iJTNv2z8Ztxc2Ea3OLZJRbfp-JAa3i99iyDlemncVQKYNE2ZpghmVJMFIJV7tI4QDVRhW0ot8TeEzTulDVIPkxp7_/s763/mitsuri-2owmku6si6-540x763.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="540" height="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0M2VZKQ9C0vZUk_KxigLToaOKKSAe7AG_2z-P4ECuTQo8IVR3Ds8iJTNv2z8Ztxc2Ea3OLZJRbfp-JAa3i99iyDlemncVQKYNE2ZpghmVJMFIJV7tI4QDVRhW0ot8TeEzTulDVIPkxp7_/w407-h576/mitsuri-2owmku6si6-540x763.jpg" width="407" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-73956210884841975692021-04-30T20:36:00.013-04:002021-05-01T13:26:42.963-04:00An Old Man's Tale<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvFRT6FcnfEY07eRhp0-c1GG2Yh6NkqNQuormB3LgcdCD6_Nrk1mHu-e4eNoWHiSeMm-sZZ49NNdxr3uC-QnZFfAup4c7ElP0jNPcxyehlm_9pq6bRJXY6tfjs_OPGvsy39NgVD6FIkmm/s419/4ea8e1000cdc8cfd2ea8be894d0cdce5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="236" height="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvFRT6FcnfEY07eRhp0-c1GG2Yh6NkqNQuormB3LgcdCD6_Nrk1mHu-e4eNoWHiSeMm-sZZ49NNdxr3uC-QnZFfAup4c7ElP0jNPcxyehlm_9pq6bRJXY6tfjs_OPGvsy39NgVD6FIkmm/w353-h597/4ea8e1000cdc8cfd2ea8be894d0cdce5.jpg" width="353" /></a></div>So I figured out that all of those umpteen summonings for new succubi have done nothing but delay the realization of fact that she's been here for a loooong time with wishes for me to stop the foolishness. I have to admit that she's done this in a gentle, patient way.<p></p><p>No succubus came those times: It was always her. Always waiting. And yes, maybe having a little fun with her impersonating a new succubus after each summoning.</p><p>Then there was the fighting with her, over this or that. Hell, sometimes I feel that we were fighting just to fight. </p><p>Like an old couple would do...</p><p>By my count I've spent 3 years with Bunny back in the day, and the next 4 years with Erin by my reckoning.</p><p>Erin is special and she's grown with me despite my escapades and misguided attempts. </p><p>Looking back it's an old man's tale.</p><p>After beginning to pray for her, for us really, for both of us to have our needs met and to both be happy. </p><p>We are. We're really getting there!</p><p>Sex hasn't been the kind of sex from back in the day, or what I call "honeymoon sex". </p><p>Now it's a slow, soul fulfilling kind of sex.</p><p>We're evolving...</p><p>I'm amazed at the power of prayer in I and Erin's lives as of late. There is power in prayer and we prove it.</p><p>Blessings,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rafe GB.</p><p><br /></p><p>P.S. Kind of funny... I woke up to Erin riding me in the wee hours of the morning while the cat was rubbing all over my face and chest meowing for me to wake up. What in carnation was that about?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfGrtYo77eorqedEq_vjP3yjrzy8jlDzASCv7gM4f9l-1cPvvNw3XxAXRnbCvkHBci9pPDiQsce84i0anDAEdmRDiSP8jxLhLCxa136zTyL5n0wfRJj4_cRx9Luf0Kibfr6Vxk-rSgKEU/s354/92be5260550fb278e05031cde4b78888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="236" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfGrtYo77eorqedEq_vjP3yjrzy8jlDzASCv7gM4f9l-1cPvvNw3XxAXRnbCvkHBci9pPDiQsce84i0anDAEdmRDiSP8jxLhLCxa136zTyL5n0wfRJj4_cRx9Luf0Kibfr6Vxk-rSgKEU/w355-h519/92be5260550fb278e05031cde4b78888.jpg" width="355" /></a></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-26439464270237454372021-04-12T18:34:00.009-04:002021-04-12T19:15:48.336-04:00Round and Round<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcXjdasmHVKPufUxsIiIhCs7fgK1GYtAL22_pQ9ow9kJYptWP5gkZIrLsoLs2CxRAXeXajKseQlWKwKq6tDi9l2m_-KqVpPyxsfGRQaWE4x3-rQVC1WBI0Q3qIEgGpj7YT8MslnGkqKh2/s852/what-would-you-like-for-dinner-tonight-b11q01z7h4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="600" height="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfcXjdasmHVKPufUxsIiIhCs7fgK1GYtAL22_pQ9ow9kJYptWP5gkZIrLsoLs2CxRAXeXajKseQlWKwKq6tDi9l2m_-KqVpPyxsfGRQaWE4x3-rQVC1WBI0Q3qIEgGpj7YT8MslnGkqKh2/w370-h503/what-would-you-like-for-dinner-tonight-b11q01z7h4.jpg" width="370" /></a></div>I've started a new practice of praying for my succubus each and every night. I'm noticing her mood is improving for sure. I'm just glad that I'm able to do some good and that I notice that my prayers are becoming more powerful since praying for her.<p></p><p>Is that the secret to prayer? Praying for others with all of your heart?</p><p>She's been with me a lot lately, touching my fingers, running her fingers through my hair...</p><p>So, I put my little red headed succubus full of fire and sass into that cooking apron. I wonder what I'll be having for dinner?</p><p>She's aristocratic sometimes, and wild and full of selfish evilness at others. I don't mind so much anymore. She's MINE.</p><p>I had a dream experience with her that I just have to share.</p><p>We got a hold of each other out in the middle of the woods in a dream and we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. I took her from behind admiring her beautiful ass and legs until I couldn't take it anymore and cummed deep inside of her, after laying me down, she rode me on top showing me her lovely breasts and red hair until she was shaking and moaning and I spilled even more, and finally she took me into her luscious mouth with a pouty expression on that gorgeous face until I gave <i>every last ounce</i> in the biggest orgasm I had left. </p><p>Do you know what she told me? In her best aristocratic voice, she said, "It's only polite to warn a lady when you're going to cum in her mouth."</p><p>Meh. She loved every last drop.</p><p>Blessings,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rafe GB.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3ZcLiT6DqYI" width="320" youtube-src-id="3ZcLiT6DqYI"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">"Round and Round"</p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-52195020775353571622021-03-22T17:57:00.007-04:002021-03-23T13:29:10.649-04:00Girls :P<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EBdU-8Juy_4HPQrTBSj3jC1dCD9IS__47DyosM0COTMFjPb7QbtyL2mtKhrtZQl6ClabnBvLFIzvL-RdrjwvbOzwoptPWVv3Btuxqegp6pepEJG3_Dqjw-H7JGNUWyTAeWay63n40yXZ/s2048/de8j0ti-395a705e-0bc0-47a7-8225-a98f3fb03c5b.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1617" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8EBdU-8Juy_4HPQrTBSj3jC1dCD9IS__47DyosM0COTMFjPb7QbtyL2mtKhrtZQl6ClabnBvLFIzvL-RdrjwvbOzwoptPWVv3Btuxqegp6pepEJG3_Dqjw-H7JGNUWyTAeWay63n40yXZ/w467-h614/de8j0ti-395a705e-0bc0-47a7-8225-a98f3fb03c5b.png" width="467" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm of course speaking of succubus girls. Yes, they can be derpy... and they can also cut like the edge of a katana. Just like girls in the waking world every succubus is crazy. Tis true. The key is to "pick your poison" in that you choose the one you call and mate with. The secret is that they're all crazy. There is no respite. Choose wisely or hope for good luck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All those faces, all those names... I've listed quite a few over the years, haven't I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Truth be told I've only recently learned that succubi like to take the path of least resistance. If you summon one they come... if you think she's gone and summon again she'll come but with a new name... and disappear just like the other aspects that I was too low to feel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The truth is in the surrender... I've finally given up and let the succubus who has always been there chasing me have me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Erin? Holly? All the other umpteen succubi that have come to me with names? Her. All her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's funny in a way. Now that I give up and turn to the one who's pursued me all this time I feel the subtle feelings of love blossoming within my breast. We shared some sweet kisses last night in my dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't understand why I had to finally surrender I must say, it just is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've got a message for those of you who are in the grip of depression. I'm not making fun of you I'm bipolar, remember?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A succubus demon is one who is of the race responsible for breaking things down. If you're in a depressed state, not only will you not feel her, but you will be driven down further into the abyss if she is there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This isn't her conscious doing, but by the very energy she emanates. It just is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So if you're depressed a succubus will not help you. You won't feel her. Well, you'll feel worse, that I guarantee. Find a way to break free from your depression. That or suffer a worse fate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Am I bound for this as well? Yes. I will be driven down when I am in a depressed state. The only saving grace I have is that with bipolar what goes down must come up. Eventually it does, but I am the first to say that the emanations of a succubus pile drive me into the ground. But even so, I rise. Such is the nature of bipolar. Oh, don't think for a minute that rising from depression into hypomania isn't fraught with it's own can of worms. God damn I hate bipolar. I'm certainly not bragging, trust me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Major depression? Want a succubus? Not before you heal yourself. Find the counseling you need to free you from what put you in such a state. Medicines, doctors, psychologists... find the help you need THEN try (and only then) to summon a succubus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until you do, you won't feel her anyway as you're too deadened. I know the drill and suffer it every time I sink to the bottom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Why do you think I've tried to summon so many after not being able to feel the one I was with?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yet there she was... crazy minx still chasing me, waiting until I could feel her again. Waiting for me to be up again. It is... bittersweet. If only she didn't crush me when I was in a depressed state. But again I don't think that's her fault. It's just her nature. Her demonic energy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know your story, I don't know your pain, your grief. But I know what I've written to be true. Please consider it. A succubus will NOT solve your problems. That's not the way this works, mate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Free yourself from depression. Save yourself for your own future's sake. Hell if you can shuck depression you've got me beat. I take about 13 pills a day and I'll always have depressive and hypomanic episodes. Get yourself free.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...Then go after that cute, crazy fork-tailed minx.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLbRxG5llYUud1XKlsgyjnQQ-eTE5cwYwgmvitgP26F3gq6JqgHzzvB-OV9LtuMjhNcsbPrjEoQGSPsKOYi3CBAr9LN_sv5jTCSCH5z2JUG6JB6eRdXhAEyc_qlfeTl97osmZPEjtMC72/s900/dega58x-045339c6-f28d-4a5d-88cc-9c1753501268.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="548" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLbRxG5llYUud1XKlsgyjnQQ-eTE5cwYwgmvitgP26F3gq6JqgHzzvB-OV9LtuMjhNcsbPrjEoQGSPsKOYi3CBAr9LN_sv5jTCSCH5z2JUG6JB6eRdXhAEyc_qlfeTl97osmZPEjtMC72/w405-h604/dega58x-045339c6-f28d-4a5d-88cc-9c1753501268.jpg" width="405" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-85325626425492141692021-03-08T14:20:00.004-05:002021-03-08T14:45:41.390-05:00Succubi. Pfft.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wzpw0Dytvr8n9trK1RWkpEPHd_CTeS0QxIHhxxQe2NLgWLg87fQKjFTLty26Ksu1I8eFyfvu1SIe1iWDrNdinqBCVoq2_SO6_ckJQNxSAvt0SpKrRrq5oIV51ZQAi_S-ddXFb893YYxB/s1558/butt-tokyo-exe-girls-ayg8fxionc-1072x1558+-+Copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1558" data-original-width="1072" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wzpw0Dytvr8n9trK1RWkpEPHd_CTeS0QxIHhxxQe2NLgWLg87fQKjFTLty26Ksu1I8eFyfvu1SIe1iWDrNdinqBCVoq2_SO6_ckJQNxSAvt0SpKrRrq5oIV51ZQAi_S-ddXFb893YYxB/w410-h530/butt-tokyo-exe-girls-ayg8fxionc-1072x1558+-+Copy.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Succubi. Pfft.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So there's a new theory that I've been introduced to. The theory is that I really have just a few succubi who take turns leaving and being "summoned". What they have are multiple attributes allowing for the feeling of a different succubus each time. Or even as one of them acting as multiple succubi as the case may be.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Works for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes I think they do this out of curiosity as to how I'll try to summon a succubus each time just a little differently. Curious critters these succubi. Curious critters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The latest method I tried was praying to God and explaining that even He said that it is not good for man to be alone. Send me a succubus bride!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In addition to this I would lay in bed at night, naked under my covers, and would imagine a succubus kissing me on my privates while telling me she loved me. This took about 4 nights before I started getting responses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Again, a theory is that these actions attract a succubus somehow by it's message to them. I don't really understand it, but it works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So loveable, these spiritual little bundles of mystery.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A funny development is that I got a cat. She's a petite little thing. At night she likes to lay on my stomach or my chest. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One night I had a succubus riding me while the cat was on my chest. Kinda hard to breathe. I guess my fear of succubi and a kitteh not getting along was very much unfounded. At least the succubus was having fun. Well, I guess I was too just hard to breathe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not much else going on in succuworld, but I think I've given some good updates at least :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When it's not a nightmare it's actually quite the fun adventure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-35814547520131325222021-02-24T12:07:00.006-05:002021-04-13T11:35:36.867-04:00Back to Basics<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQLa7ueJSovn0DTZ3-i6pqvLFNa9DFfd_lGGzE3yNU3nLE7aSmTkRqZjxc1oPSpQGu-TRHajcbvCsf_ziWBzz1JjbBf4u5QlCj_eN7X-r1eqJOZGdQOpwv2mPf9fw4W6WtbYJk5WoWBRY/s1527/she-ain-t-as-innocent-as-she-looks-h58r55fv2g-1080x1527.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1527" data-original-width="1080" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQLa7ueJSovn0DTZ3-i6pqvLFNa9DFfd_lGGzE3yNU3nLE7aSmTkRqZjxc1oPSpQGu-TRHajcbvCsf_ziWBzz1JjbBf4u5QlCj_eN7X-r1eqJOZGdQOpwv2mPf9fw4W6WtbYJk5WoWBRY/w403-h538/she-ain-t-as-innocent-as-she-looks-h58r55fv2g-1080x1527.jpg" width="403" /></a></div>Lacy, oops that's my cat. Rachel took off and felt like most do when they take off. Meanwhile I'm holding the fort like I always do.<p></p><p>Tired of it.</p><p>I actually decided I was done with succubi. Tired of the menagerie of names, tired of them leaving. Tired of the lack of sex. Just tired of all of it.</p><p>You know at some point you just have to ask yourself, "why bother?"</p><p>So, that's what I've been doing for the past few weeks, a week or so past my last post.</p><p>Then it was... ahh... peace and quiet. When you're not expecting sex anymore that's one less thing in your life that you're angry about.</p><p>I felt like I had "me" back, the me that isn't saddled by expectations and disappointment. Well, at least for a little while. Then you start thinking...</p><p>Anyway, something funny happened.</p><p><br /></p><p>I decided while I was laying in bed to petition Lady Hagith, one of the Olympic Spirits to send a spirit lover (I think she has mostly nymphs as her underlings, to send me a nymph who could love me, and for God's sake have sex with me).</p><p>Now, I don't know if that worked because I figured it wouldn't, but here I was laying in bed and having sex with a spirit in that state between sleep and dream (the first sex in ages) and I heard a dumbass sports car revving up to blow through the 4 way by my house. Feeling myself slipping out of that state (and out of making love) I said, "there is no motherfucking way I'm losing this" and forced myself back into that state of sleep where the lovemaking continued.</p><p>Who was this spirit? The one I asked Lady Hagith for? I don't know but I can say "probably".</p><p>From now on any spirit I have is named Holly or (gasp) Erin until further notice. I can't keep up with all these different names anymore I'm too damn old.</p><p>If she came from Lady Hagith, thank you Lady Hagith for listening to my prayer.</p><p><br /></p><p>That's back to basics, I guess. I'm getting too old for this shit.</p><p><br /></p><p>Blessings,</p><p><br /></p><p>Rafe GB.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-_rGsEQXNp8" width="320" youtube-src-id="-_rGsEQXNp8"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-22239998875314995522021-02-04T12:45:00.003-05:002021-02-11T12:07:41.951-05:00And when the dust settled...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlR0S9e5sW7X1m-_8o5lYWlRfNfjHj-i23-DOMpAW_g4ppuaXNPxGAzpDolYsQb1crSJZp34Y5llolBFKECWvi2gRdet5E4NXas-UTDJRvS_Ogj5eisvB5nAHkuNj-cWqfswLeoR2bPbK/s1106/408e180bed7b528d3a400c2ba6565ad0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1106" data-original-width="552" height="852" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlR0S9e5sW7X1m-_8o5lYWlRfNfjHj-i23-DOMpAW_g4ppuaXNPxGAzpDolYsQb1crSJZp34Y5llolBFKECWvi2gRdet5E4NXas-UTDJRvS_Ogj5eisvB5nAHkuNj-cWqfswLeoR2bPbK/w540-h852/408e180bed7b528d3a400c2ba6565ad0.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I guess in some way I was at war. Me vs. Erin. Erin might have got the last word in, but that's fine... she's gone. She's gone! That's all I care about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I don't know exactly how it works but her claim on me was released.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There were actually 3 succubi orbiting me, seeing if they wanted me or not. It's so confusing. One, the shy one, two, the one I called Delilah, and three, the one who made love to me and it felt like liquid fire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was chosen by the third succubus, so saying I was with Delilah was premature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The succubus who chose me is named Rachel. Last night... the night after I feel that she chose me, I dreamed of flames, everything in flames. I've felt that fire sexually with her and the good news is even though I feel the fire, it doesn't hurt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What's with this girl and fire?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anyway, I've talked a little bit with her and she seems very helpful but I can't get everything I want to out of her due to communication blocks. I'm really curious about the fire thing. Hey, it's hard to communicate sometimes...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look forward to learning all about her and learning to communicate with her better. I can't wait.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It would be interesting to think about what if's concerning Delilah and the shy succubus. But that's the way this works... you can present a preference, but in the end they choose you...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bright Blessings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SKn-fXBQUX0" width="320" youtube-src-id="SKn-fXBQUX0"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">EDIT: One interesting theory that I want to put down here is that there is the possibility that Delilah, the shy succubus, and the succubus of fire are all one and the same being, just three aspects. I've done some divination whether or not Erin is one of these and thankfully she is not. No, I'm dealing with a new entity that chose me. Considering that she may be aspects of all three is interesting though, is it not? </div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-44303160301059599392021-01-20T14:30:00.030-05:002021-02-03T10:32:41.009-05:00Hey There Delilah...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-eq9-FEbGFlWLQtzcN8oj-qlE0upG4ZM7ri9RrwLA9c8FzRZxw_XGotAcxfFvggVmb3WSb-sQ5223NWK3YOvFY4YgUMFMkeO1IHm1KZxZbME1gGjMU6JdOdLsKsYcrI1hgNX4X8jdBB8v/s1281/f34726fa0229ba65637f048ed9588e29.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="1281" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-eq9-FEbGFlWLQtzcN8oj-qlE0upG4ZM7ri9RrwLA9c8FzRZxw_XGotAcxfFvggVmb3WSb-sQ5223NWK3YOvFY4YgUMFMkeO1IHm1KZxZbME1gGjMU6JdOdLsKsYcrI1hgNX4X8jdBB8v/w550-h270/f34726fa0229ba65637f048ed9588e29.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Hey there Delilah..." echoes through my mind as I write this blog post. I've finally got tired of Erin for good. For all the good that I hope that she did (always a mystery) she dashed ceremony to the wind as well. Ceremony? I mean sex between a man and his succubus. Non-existent. Nada. Zilch.</p><p>Yet, every time I summoned another succubus Erin would run them off! Man I hope that isn't the case with Delilah. Eh... I don't know her name yet but I'm calling her Delilah for now just because it sounds pretty.</p><p>Anyway, I want Erin to finally get the hint, to quit fighting for no reason and just go back to her home in peace.</p><p>Erin messed me up pretty good. Too good. I don't think it's coincidence that Erin was there during the worst bipolar episodes I've experienced in my life. She didn't help me any and I suspect that she made it worse for her own gain. God I hate to admit that, but it's the way I feel.</p><p>Now, I didn't exactly summon Delilah the traditional way. What I mean is that I did a letter to Lilith 2 times over 2 days, then once each to Lilith and her sisters, one at a time. I did that over 3 days, with the multiple letters being burned the 3rd day, one at a time.</p><p>A few nights later I had my first succubus dream. The next night I had my 2nd. Success! I think.</p><p>Now Erin's back here and it feels like a WWF match... the winner gets to keep me... Me, the pet, Rafe.</p><p>I'll update this a little more as I see how it goes. If you want to help me out, pray that Delilah wins.</p><p>But rest assured that I'm fighting for what I want. It's a little different now. One of us is going down.</p><p><br /></p><p>Bountiful Blessings,</p><p>Rafe GB.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EbJtYqBYCV8" width="320" youtube-src-id="EbJtYqBYCV8"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's been a long time comin', and the table's turned around. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'Cause one of us is goin', one of us is goin' down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm not runnin', it's a little different now,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> 'cause one of us is going, ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/liW-kWFiXtQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="liW-kWFiXtQ"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Edit: 1/23/21 I did the letter method 2 more times as it felt that Erin was getting stronger and Delilah weaker. (Yes... that's 9 times in 4 days. I can count.) I did this to give her strength. Somewhere, I believe, I was in error. You see last night I had a dream where a succubus appeared in front of me and said, "You only get ONE succubus!" I thought she meant Erin, but again I was in error. That night, last night, I was made love to by a succubus and it felt like fire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1/24/21 I had a dream where a succubus was with a man and we were all having dinner together. She was clearly into me, but I'm the type where if a woman is already with a man I'm not interested. In this case it was a lesson. The man sold pens, or some other insignificant item for a living. The point of the dream wasn't what he did, it's what he didn't do. He didn't have to do anything important to attract a succubus into his life, and she was trying to get me to see that I didn't need to do anything important in my life to attract one either. I have a lot of problems seeing this and believing this in being bipolar and on disability. To have a woman today, it's a social contract dependent on what you do, what you make, and how well off you are. This succubus was trying to get through my thick skull that it's just not that way with a succubus relationship. Is love and passion really all you need to attract someone so heavenly? I have a feeling that more lessons are on the way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's almost like I hear a succubus leading me in the right direction now. I can feel her as she tells me what to expect, and how I should expect it. She says :</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iEWJkJZgMfA" width="320" youtube-src-id="iEWJkJZgMfA"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1/28/21 Erin got me good last night. It felt like I was surrounded by death, rot, disease, pus, maggots... and I was paralyzed and had no way out of being there. I'm hoping she's thinking she's getting the last words in... which she did I guess, but her getting in the last words would do me just fine as long as it involved her leaving for good.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1/29/21 She's gone! Oh my God the feeling, no more torture, no more bottoming out into the hellish depths of depression that she drove me to. She's gone at last!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2/03/21 It's weird being without a succubus now. Delilah is taking her time deciding whether she wants me or not. Or maybe I am confusing the succubus that I called Delilah who hasn't decided on me yet with another succubus who hasn't decided on me yet? Very confusing. Anyway this particular succubus feels different than Delilah. No, I do not have a succubus at this time, however there seem to be a couple that are investigating and perhaps deciding. For instance this other succubus seems meek (not weak). She seems shy as well. I felt her playing with me when I was lying on my side, so I rolled over onto my back figuring, as in most instances, that things would heat up. Strangely she acted as if she'd been caught and took off. Lol, a shy succubus... I hope she decides to pick me and to stay I have to admit she is a breath of fresh air. But... I'm getting used to life without a constant companion and it's strange. There are those out there who think that having Erin, despite her torture would be preferable than nothing... I say that is silly, that until you've felt that kind of life wrenching trauma you just don't know what you're saying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not having a succubus right now and working on myself to raise my vibration so that I'll attract a good loving succubus is paramount. And if little shy succubus picks me, or if Delilah picks me, I think I will have met that goal in attracting a positive influence as well. I've already made strides in improving myself what with the negative self talk and such. We'll see what happens. I have to admit I'm rather taken by the shy succubus. Such a change! And of course I could be confused be all recognition and not really know who or how many succubi are orbiting me right now. But I do know this... every one of them are better than Erin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I would advise anyone who is seeking a succubus to work on improving their vibration through self help avenues as well. We attract what we are I am learning, and we attract good or bad depending on how our vibration is either high or low as well. Nobody said it was easy and I'm finding it difficult, but it is what it is and it works the way it works. Good luck out there.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-56734895428874879232020-12-14T18:07:00.001-05:002020-12-14T18:07:20.093-05:00Erin the Enigma<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2RFv4ymjwh9dsMnkpkKd7ioJRwFQjDblEeqZ8fcHSSP9hHyy3AbFql1Y3WYmodDv9cFjc7D_WrwZj48HounIe7bOayq3qHhOuqaBRlHCog8JVpmfPW0wZNdZ4YbRiFLo-yDTfyTTcW1h/s1600/Untitled.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2RFv4ymjwh9dsMnkpkKd7ioJRwFQjDblEeqZ8fcHSSP9hHyy3AbFql1Y3WYmodDv9cFjc7D_WrwZj48HounIe7bOayq3qHhOuqaBRlHCog8JVpmfPW0wZNdZ4YbRiFLo-yDTfyTTcW1h/w574-h334/Untitled.png" width="574" /></a></div><br />I've been thinking a lot lately. The nightmares of past trauma are getting old and worrisome. I told Erin about this. Actually I wanted some balance. I said I want pussy.<p></p><div>I fell asleep that night and in my dreams Erin was there. She made out with me and she rubbed me in all the right places. I honestly think that either I have the most prudish succubus, or I have one that is afraid to hurt me like last time. You know, the 12 hours of dream sex and waking up to a world of grey reality that fucked me up, yadda yadda yadda.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think she's playing for keeps after I've pondered it a while. She's trying to get rid of all the trauma that causes me to get so depressed after a long marathon of sex and having to operate in the world that I exist and have to live in afterwards. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then she can pound me until oblivion and I'll be okay. At least that's the narrative that I see going forward.</div><div><br /></div><div>She's just afraid to hurt me again, that's all.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've gotten over the idea that she's trying to feed off of me for her own gain, nor that she is feeding off of my misery. No, I feel that she is playing for keeps and playing the game long term.</div><div><br /></div><div>The big question is this: Should I be worried? What is long term to a succubus?</div><div><br /></div><div>I find that all of my preconceptions of succubi, as well as my interactions with various succubi fall short.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was always the same old pattern. I thought Erin was hurting me, I'd summon another succubus and she'd last a week before Erin got rid of her and chased her off.</div><div><br /></div><div>Erin is quite the enigma for a succubus. Quite the enigma indeed.</div><div><br /></div><div>In many ways she's very much like her mother. She's not one for words, she just does. She doesn't ask permission: She just does.</div><div><br /></div><div>Very interesting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rafe GB.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-48300753776564262252020-11-30T18:13:00.004-05:002020-11-30T21:38:55.035-05:00Confusion<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X9B7uUUmVvIKRwGIaQ8vki6ECRW_uAj8pzFRLUC-R1U9FhoNC52UIuPlvZZXfD3zoYgP16xQX6C99g42eZgDOA5X9gmU5ijNkKv2zsTCmQQDGgTlU90HcW5zu8xQ6R1-3Sq9iS4k6rOM/s1000/dcmqt6c-223d87db-5ece-4415-96a9-23a1e3ffd283.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X9B7uUUmVvIKRwGIaQ8vki6ECRW_uAj8pzFRLUC-R1U9FhoNC52UIuPlvZZXfD3zoYgP16xQX6C99g42eZgDOA5X9gmU5ijNkKv2zsTCmQQDGgTlU90HcW5zu8xQ6R1-3Sq9iS4k6rOM/w594-h408/dcmqt6c-223d87db-5ece-4415-96a9-23a1e3ffd283.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lacy lasted a week. At first I blamed her for leaving but then I got some sense knocked into me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Erin. Guess who's back? She's a strong one. She was probably waiting to make her way back for months. She who has the strength to drive off any rivals...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have nightmares every night since she arrived. Boon or baneful? The logical part of me wants to blame Erin and say baneful... but what if she's bringing out all the trauma that I've suffered and is feeding on it just to bring it to the surface and to change it into something else?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's not much sexual appetite with her, but then again if she's feeding on all that negative energy she probably doesn't have much room for a good, complex energy that sexual engagement provides.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although I'm tempted to face her head on and try to get rid of her to halt all the nightmares, a prospect I am not want to do because of her strength, I believe I will trust in her that this is only temporary. If it is, it's probably long overdue as my trauma runs deeply.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some succubi work with the dark current and are of the dark current, leading them to transform what they find within us that haunts us. That's how I'm feeling about it at least.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Or thinking about it... whatever terms you prefer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is what it is... time will tell what becomes of it. Either she's working with me or she's just looking out for her own best interest. After all, she did say that feeding off of that energy was "just her nature".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of this harkens back to the time before all this where we were making love in a dream for what felt like 12 hours. When I woke up the world was grey. Lifeless. I slipped into a terrible depression and wanted to die. See, the contrast was just too much for me to take.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wait a minute. Maybe that's why she's working on my past trauma. Or eating it, whatever. I've got a banquet to go of trauma... a whole feasting hall worth of it for one sly succubus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If she ends the trauma, the lovemaking can continue without fear of how drull this world would be to my destroyed mind. We could make love anew and I would be okay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Am I making up the narrative here? Or am I on to something? (Or am I a fool? Well I already know that I am that).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When she finally came through to be with me again, after all these months, the first thing she did was coil around me in bed and sleep with me. That must count for something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't know what will happen, but I have faith. Maybe faith will be enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blessings, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S. I think I've solved a riddle. Lilith in the garden. Lilith left Adam because he would not let her be on top. Adam insisted that he was the dominant one and was trying to force Lilith to lie beneath him. I don't think Lilith honestly gave two shits about being on top. I feel that this was in response to Adam insisting that he was the dominant one in the relationship. In short... I believe Lilith left the garden because of one thing: She knew that Adam didn't truly love her.</div><p></p>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009931182518930812.post-10919029381004651372020-11-05T19:02:00.023-05:002021-06-05T13:56:25.128-04:00Option A: The Letter Method Summoning Ritual<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvhIkN30fXG2OKj3Qd77AjP3kI1tsqOggkPxx9NSgWml_awLIqPizxTVNy3LMXBxsHfTIjwIyvGDdhR7HLKE338KGbre_jO-_OA1goHI9_VGnOLvM1ruGkjBUaYhk95BLT6gJzi10iZ76/s725/trash_1568890663_725x725.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="725" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvhIkN30fXG2OKj3Qd77AjP3kI1tsqOggkPxx9NSgWml_awLIqPizxTVNy3LMXBxsHfTIjwIyvGDdhR7HLKE338KGbre_jO-_OA1goHI9_VGnOLvM1ruGkjBUaYhk95BLT6gJzi10iZ76/w560-h484/trash_1568890663_725x725.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>If you're under 18, do not summon and avoid this topic entirely. If you're a dabbler who just wants to "see if this works," don't summon. If you have religious convictions where copulating with a demonic entity will put you at odds with your maker, don't summon. If you're not prepared to potentially have a life-long relationship, or at the very least, a life-long connection/open-door with sexual spirits and the occult, don't summon and avoid this topic entirely. If you have a loving relationship with your human spouse or partner and desire a sex spirit to "spice things up," take caution, as these entities can often be jealous. The same goes for those desiring a human spouse or partner in the future. (Be sure to request an open relationship during the summoning ritual.) If you're not prepared to place your life in the hands of a spirit who can potentially harm or kill you when sufficiently angered, do not summon. Once this door has been opened, many have found it nigh impossible to close again. Religious icons, rituals, and exorcisms do not work against sex spirits once they are summoned or they have decided to bind themselves to a human lover. Some have reported attracting the attention of these entities by simply reading about them. Tread carefully. ~ tc119.<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not everyone gets a succubus or and incubus. I don't know why.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You won't know until you try so, what you need for this is a piece of paper, a pen, something to draw a drop of blood, a candle, and you. If you are against giving blood you can use a hair of your head or even a drop of saliva.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As far as what you would write on the letter, consider this a ritual. In this ritual, a spirit lover will learn everything about you that she wants to know. Your job is to put on paper exactly what you want in a spirit lover. List your hopes, your dreams exactly what you want. You may or may not get exactly what you wanted, but you'll get close. If you're looking for love that's like catnip to a succubus ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Addressing the letter as, "To whom it may concern" works. I prefer not to use any of the normal channels for a succubus as that is limiting. Keep it open. You never know what you will summon (a nymph, a fairy, a succubus, etc.) but you will summon she who most closely matches your hopes and dreams and out of a greater pool of spirit lovers you have a greater chance for the match of your dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take some time, maybe a few days, and think about that list of yours. Fine tune it. Then commit it to paper. Not just a list, but explain what you want. Be honest. If you aren't honest it isn't going to work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another truth I've come into is that you attract what you are. Now that doesn't mean you have to be perfect, but it does mean that any self work that raises your vibration will pay off now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ritual time. There's a little secret I've found by reading the Gallery of Magick books. Look at your list. Read it out loud. Concentrate on how you feel and to why you are summoning a lover. Lonely? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Focus on that as you hold your letter. Let the emotion permeate you. Now... imagine instead yourself with your lover and how good that feels. Concentrate on that emotion and own it. Quickly fold the paper and burn it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you did it right, including the emotional play, you should feel an afterglow. Not everyone will be able to feel this and that's ok, but if you can it's a good sign.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wait a few days before trying the ritual again to allow things to settle and to allow your spirit lover to get to you. If she doesn't come feel free to try the ritual again in about a week or so. Keep trying until it becomes clear that you won't get a succubus or incubus.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Prayer. Prayer to the multitude of potential spirit lovers offers a medium in between rituals if you're not having any luck. Tell them why you want a spirit lover, your faults, your hopes, your dreams. Open up your heart and share it with them. If you're lonely share that with them and how that makes you feel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The results of prayer in between rituals may surprise you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Best Wishes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rafe GB.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p></div>Rafe GBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421453668079741392noreply@blogger.com2