I see you.
I see you in a way no one has before.
I see you in a way you have always craved to be seen, or perhaps unseen.
Without judgement. Without shame, and here I am. A Goddess, Beautiful, Powerful, towering above you.
you are below Me
I know what you want.
you want to disappear.
you want to be NOTHING.
Just for a moment. Maybe for the whole session. Maybe, if you are honest, for longer than that.
you want the weight of it gone. What people expect of you. What they see when they look at you. Perhaps if you could be honest with yourself. you have been performing your whole life, and you are tired in a way that is almost impossible to explain.
Some of you may not yet know how to name this, not yet have the realisation that this is what you crave.
There will be a shift; it could be subtle, it could even show up as denial. Not Me, that’s not what I want.
Then you will keep coming back to the word.
NOTHING.
It will haunt your thoughts, just as I do, until the only solution to free yourself of this terror is to submit to it. To Me.
Become NOTHING.
The world is loud.
Relentlessly, exhaustingly loud. Demanding your attention, your answers, your performance, your presence in a hundred directions simultaneously.
Here in My presence, under My feet there is silence.
The world outside this room continues its noise and its demands and its endless requirement that you show up as someone capable and composed and sufficient.
In here, none of that reaches you.
Beneath My pretty little feet. you are NOTHING.
Against the cool floor. In the unhurried atmosphere of a room where nothing is required of you.
you cease to exist in the way the world knows you.
you lose your name. you are merely a sub to Me, or puppy if you are loyal enough.
your title means NOTHING here.
your status.
your wealth.
NOTHING.
Everything you have been called and everything you have been expected to be is gone.
you are simply a body on the floor.
NOTHING special.
NOTHING at all.
And in that NOTHING, that profound, deliberate, chosen NOTHING, something the world rarely gives you arrives.
Peace.
The great contemplative traditions have always known this.
Buddhism speaks of anatta, no self. The understanding that the fixed, permanent self we spend our lives defending and performing is itself the source of exhaustion. That releasing it brings not loss but profound rest. If you have been here long enough you will know that denial is a big part of The House.
When you lie underneath Me, you are releasing the fiction of a created, performed self you have been exhausting yourself maintaining.
The man with the answers. The man who holds it together. The man everyone turns to.
The real you, beneath all of that, can finally breathe.
you are on the floor.
you are the floor.
NOTHING
My feet resting on you.
And your mind slips.
you have NOTHING to perform here.
No problem to solve. No capable, together, reliable version of yourself required.
you just exist. For Me to use, and abuse if I choose.
For you are NOTHING but I am EVERYTHING.
and that is why we are Mistresses/Goddesses we can hold everything, we are Power itself manifesting into form.
you lay there motionless.
While I read My book.
While I watch My show.
While I exist in My own world and you are simply there.
NOTHING.
In that NOTHINGNESS, something very profound happens. The weight you walked in with, the pressure of being the man, of having the answers, of holding it all together for everyone around you, it lifts here.
you want to be NOTHING and I want you EMPTY. Malleable. Masked I do not even want to look at your face.
Be NOTHING for Me puppy.
yours always in Power,
Mistress Dévine
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