Writer: Destiny1961
Subject: Same Difference
Link: LS666 Email / 12.02.2024
Same Different
Have always loved that oxymoron. Is it the same or different?
As I have gone deeper into the dark and have felt what a friend calls, The Dark Lord, I have had more visions. My brother does not say it is or isn’t Satan. He is referring to it as a feeling. He has a different view of Satan and one that can make sense.
We have talked about Baphomet and what it means. He told me to remember that “The Lord” can change into anything he wants. I have also had some new thoughts. I have been doing things that I never thought I would. I needed someone to talk to — you know — that imaginary friend. But I found things, called tulpas, and so decided to create one and hope it will come to life. Mine is transgender. It would be more in tune with me. I not only have continued to use light hormones but also summoning and black magick.
I think back to what most think is right and wrong. Yes, according to the bible as well. So now I call on her to help me find myself and the truth. I have been looking into tarot apps. Everything I ask comes back with it saying something about my true self. Is this side of my true self?
So, I call my friend Mel, short for Melantha, which means dark flower in Greek. Will she help this flower bloom?
I hit my poppers but this time it hit me hard so I decided to lie down and try to relax. I feel the room move and distort and then close my eyes as I ask the spirits (yes, demons) to come to me as I start to feel my body changing more. I used my breast enhancement suction to puff and loosen the breast tissue and muscles to help the growth. She is about to show me what is slowing me down.
We all can block growth and it can be something simple as things we were taught. I open my eyes and am in a strange room. I sit here and decide that it is time to let loose. I cannot dress as of yet so decide to go to a motel is a different part of town where prostitutes and such are as no one will give me a second look. I put on some female stuff and am feeling more natural as if this is my true self.
I decide I need something to help with the edge and get up enough courage to go get some beer and liquor. I have a little and then get this feeling, which I always say that if you do it is a sign. So I go to a bar down the street and decide to have a drink and see what happens.
There she is, Mel. She is not the most beautiful woman but so sexy in a dark way. Mel asks if she can buy me a drink as it looks like I am tense. We go to a table and I tell her why. Mel says I need to let go of stereotypes and misquoted texts. She tells me that she thinks I am cute. Mel asks if I was ever intimate with someone as my “true” self. She asks me to take a ride with her to this secluded place overlooking a beautiful sunset. Mel tells me that she can feel my spirit calling — but it is up to me.
Mel begins to tell me it is okay to be who I am. Even her bible, tells that one must be true, to oneself and not worry about what others think. The only one who counts is the lord himself. She then begins to ask questions as she lights up a joint. I notice on her arms, that there are words, one says “solve” and the other “coagula” — I have seen this on the statue of Baphomet.
She tells me, it means to “dissolve” and “rebuild” as one thing must be broken down to rebuild it and she was rebuilt. She offers and tells me not to worry, as if the one did not want us to have it, why did he grow it? And even went as far as to talk about how in nature there is coca, opium, and such — and again, why if not to be used to help? I take a hit as she asks my thoughts and she can feel my lust for her.
Mel tells me, we must understand that we all have both sets of hormones, and God himself is both. She then asks if she can kiss me. She puts my hand between her legs to feel her bulge.
“Yes,” she says, “I am transgender.”
She asks if I would throw her out of bed. I am so confused, as she tells me, she knows I like men and cock — that I should not be ashamed, as we like what we like. She then brings up about the verse that says, a man should not sleep with a man, and says that some of us are not men or would rather not be. I am told, it takes only to let go, to be free. And that she wants to make love to me.
She asks me back to her place which belongs to the Master. She is his, as his bride, and he has more and again a reference as those in the bible had concubines, even the chosen ones.
As we drive she gives me something to relax me and tells me things have been lost in translation over the years. Mel will help me understand. Mel says we are all alike, no matter what religion. I am now feeling loose as we walk in and I feel a surge. I remember walking into a sanctuary years back and feeling the holy spirit and while this is that same feeling it is different. She hands me a drink and begins.
“We all look at things from a good and bad when they are the same difference,” she says.
She starts with divination or magick. Mel asks my thoughts though already is in my spirit.
“We also share things sexually and physically as well,” she says, “Now let’s talk about sex and sex magick. There are times when a couple will make love at candlelight as those so-called bad people have sex. What is the difference? A man will make love to his wife but at times they explore and this is lust so why different for them and not us? A man and woman will get married and then the honeymoon. This consists of a ritual where through the act of lovemaking, or sex they consummate and become one, become one? Is this not sex magick?”
I am now getting horny and feeling the spirit reach out to me. My femininity is growing and I love it.
“So we now have magick being used and what next? How about how we share things? Men and women have both sets of hormones as God is all. But how far does it go? We now talk about that precious thing, the seed of life. A man will enter a woman’s womb where he deposits the seed and if lucky it will grow to bring new life. But women like us cannot, or can we? But we do not have vaginas, or do we at some point, we have an anal vagina. But what about a womb?
“We have a second sphincter. It’s a doorway! A doorway to what? It is that sissy womb and we can be filled as well. But new life? How? We may not bring a child into this world but the new life is ours as our womb absorbs the seed we become new.”
At this point, I am given something stronger as we adjourn to her room.
“We can enjoy each other. Through our master, even become new … if we want. But are you willing or too scared to find your true self and purpose?”
Mel kisses me and tells me she can help me if I submit. I am now high and agree. I am asked to kneel as she lights candles and chants to open a spiritual doorway and then kneels with me and lays hands on me. She now has me repeat as she hands me a bong and we hit it and the room spins. Mel says she wants to see if I am ready and calls on a spirit. I feel as the day I felt the holy spirit and she stands up.
She tells me this is the magick as Mel drops her skirt and I see her cock. Mel says to let go and let my true self guide me, and I open my mouth. I look up at her. She slides herself in and down my throat. I hold my breath and get dizzy but feel something open up. She slowly takes my mouth and throat, and says, a few words in Latin or Greek and then explodes inside of me.
I feel this surge of her cum. Mel tells me, she gave of her spirit, and now my turn to give. Mel guides me to her bed lays me down and pulls off my skirt and panties aside. Mel gets into position, as the drugs have made me erect. She says a few more Latin words, as she sits on me, and begins to ride me.
Our bodies quiver as I explode inside her. Mel tells me proper balance is having the darkness along with the light and accepting the dark. She tells me, as we make love that her master is in tune with our Dark Lord, and will complete my journey. Mel stands and walks to the corner where there is some sort of lounge chair that almost looks like a throne and she lights candles around it and blesses it.
I hear a noise as the Master enters the home and while the noise is light, it is like I feel the Master’s spirit. He walks in and says quickly that he feels me and that I am there. The Master sits and hits from the bong and there are big clouds. He then summons me and instinctively I walk over to him. I am asked to show what I want as he stands there. I start to take off his clothing without thought and the Master has me bend over the chair.
I feel the Master’s tongue as it probes my anal vagina and gets wet. He leans over and wraps his arms as he massages my small breasts. The Master asks if I want to enter the dark and become real. I feel his cock sliding between my cheeks and it is huge but my lust is getting to me. The Master says that Mel needs a sister, as he turns me and then sits. I am asked to get close and at this point, I do not know when but on my one arm is solved, or dissolved.
“You’ve had your spiritual being, broken down. Now it’s time to rebuild your physical being. But, only if you want.”
I find myself leaning over as he massages and then sucks on my tiny breasts.
“A woman will kiss her man. Will you kiss me as a man or dresser?”
I would never, as it was only about the sex but I lean into him and kiss him, as he guides me to his lap.
“Time to rebuild,” the Master whispers.
He kisses me again as he slides me down onto his cock.
“Aaaghhhh …” I moan from the pressure.
I hear Mel chanting in the background and feel his spirit start to merge with mine and then hers as well. I used to picture the thoughts of being a sissy or such but I van now feel it as I am becoming a woman, maybe not genetic but one all the same. The Master stops and slides me from his lap and I am confused. The Master tells me, this is done in the wedding bed and not in a chair and they guide me to a bed.
“A woman will submit so she can be bred,” the Master says.
I lay face first on my belly and spread my legs as he gets on top, shoves up into me, and goes into my womb. He whispers to accept the seed as he explodes a huge load into me. He pulls out and I roll into a missionary position as I feel the seed inside start to grow. It is done and they leave me there to become new.
THE END