It Begins Where You End (F4A) [HM01]

Transcript

Close your eyes. Make sure you are seated or laying down comfortably, arms at your sides, legs uncrossed. All of the muscles in your body loose and relaxed.

And then spend a few moments focusing on whatever thoughts enter your mind. But instead of joining them, instead of focusing on what they mean to you and how they make you feel, allow yourself to become a detached viewer. Simply notice your thoughts as they come and go.

Observe them. Watch them as though you are a spectator. Like you're sitting on a park bench, just mindlessly watching people as they walk by.

Simply watching objectively. Now, now I want you to become aware of your breath. Notice how the air feels as it passes through your body, giving you life.

Feel its abundant vitality. When you inhale, feel the air enter and flood into your lungs. And when you exhale, feel the air as it empties and exits your lungs.

Beginning to end, a perfect cyclical rhythm. Just like the never-ending soft waves lapping on the ocean shore. Now I want you to take your breath and draw it in deeper.

Deeper into your body, deeper into your soul. Slow it down. Focus on every precious breath, on every beginning and on every end.

Repeating the endless cycle. Breathe in and out. In and out.

Continue breathing nice and deep, nice and slow as your focus now shifts seamlessly to my voice, the texture, the vibration of my voice. Feel its subtle energy and let that energy germinate and disseminate within you. Feel it from the very top of your scalp all the way down to the very ends of your fingers and toes.

Feel this energy. My voice. Feel it everywhere.

It feels so good. Deep inside you, all around you and all throughout you. Fully filled by my voice.

Accept this reality as you fall deeper. With every breath you take, every word I speak, you fall deeper and deeper. It is important for you to understand this because with every breath and with every word I am bringing you deeper into my world.

Like the air that you bring into your lungs, I envelop you and I take you in deeper and deeper. With my voice, with my words, you enter into my world. It is a world that is created by me.

A world where anything is possible. Anything can and does exist if I desire it. And it becomes reality.

It becomes your reality. And it becomes your reality because I am goddess. In my world, my any desire is manifested at will.

With a touch, a word, a single thought. If I want the sky to be pastel pink and rain down the petals of a sweet-scented rose, it is so. If I want the trees to sing with the beauty of an angelic choir chanting in ancient tongue, it is so.

Anything and everything has the potential to exist. It is limited only by my imagination and my desire. And like everything in my world, you also will become my creation.

You are anything I want you to be. And to be anything, you must first be nothing. You enter here in my world as nothing.

You have no identity. You have no sex, no thoughts, no ideas, no memories, no ego. You are not even human, just atoms floating in the universe, assembling to the sound of my voice.

You are essentially antimatter, nameless, faceless, shapeless. And the energy of my words, my voice, to you now validates and sustains. The only part of your tangible, finite existence.

My voice is the only thread of your reality. Linger in the state of pure non-existence, of being formless. Feel the empty space that is you.

Become aware of your shapelessness, your futility. No hands, no feet, no arms or legs, or body or head. Not even a mind or consciousness.

Just atoms. Atoms that exist simply because I am speaking to you now. Lose yourself in the mystery, in the ambiguity that you are.

Feel the liberation that it provides. It is why you are here. It is why you have come to me.

It is why you desire to be in my world. Because I know what you want most. And maybe you don't even know what that is yourself.

Why it is that you feel empty and hollow, insatiably hungry, craving my voice. But I know what it is that you crave. What it is that you long for.

And what you want is to be taken, consumed, possessed. You long for possession. It gives you peace because here, in my world, you have direction, purpose.

You crave my power and my control because your submission gives you freedom. True freedom. Freedom from having to be, from having to think and feel.

From having to choose and decide. You simply are. Becoming whatever I desire of you.

Liberating you of anxieties, stresses, responsibilities. Simply weightless. It's why it feels so good to relinquish yourself to me.

To fulfill your intended purpose. Submitting yourself to possession. To ownership.

Feel your every atom agree with my voice. You are mine. You belong to me.

Your submission to me gives you purpose, freedom, weightlessness, liberty, completion, rest. Enjoy this present moment of possession. Allow yourself to fully dissociate.

Embrace your oblivion, your submission, your freedom, your potential, and how good it feels to be mine. Only mine. I'm going to leave you in this state of non-existence for a while.

Of pure potential. Embrace the freedom, the possession, the possibility, the paradoxical perfection. Just atoms flying in space.

Just atoms. Atoms. You belong to me.