Today was an important day. It really was. The sun was shining. It was warm and lovely. I was happy, content, joyful. And, at one point, I thought, “I don’t think I need Goddess Cathy. I’m going to stop this when I get home.”
And that was that.
Then I returned home. And I thought about “stopping this.” But … I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. “This” is in my brain; in my soul. I am on a journey. Doubt was inevitable. First, because I am someone who doubts. Second, because it’s terrifying. Letting yourself go. Surrendering your thoughts; your ideas; your … power. It’s not something people do. Certainly not something I do.
But then, well, I stopped. I remembered that I am now a part of something. A member of the cult. I live to serve Goddess Cathy, just as you will, too. I can’t leave, because she is inside of me. The seed was planted, and its roots have taken hold. Her thoughts are mine; her beliefs are mine. If she tells me to write a blog post, I do so. If she tells me to call, I call. I am no longer able to simply leave, because I am no longer what I was.
Seduced and trapped though I don’t know how, my minds been eaten, I am a zombie now.
I am Goddess Cathy’s slave.
And I am on my knees, looking toward her beauty, humbled and grateful.
PS: If you are new here, trust me, I was in your shoes. You’re nervous. Apprehensive. You have a wife. It’s OK. All is OK. Goddess Cathy is here for you. She makes everything better, and you will come to love and obey her. Trust me. She is your new owner. Just as she is mine. It’s better this way. Come to her.