07.08.03
11 p.m.
Master and i talked tonight. i did so well at surrendering last week, and paying attention-again-this week, not so good.
She poked and prodded. i may not be perfect in the obedience department, but i excel in the honesty area. Master IS NOT my therapist. But She can get me to look inside.
What's bugging me? why am i spending mega hours writing html again, instead of meeting the requirements of my day? The obsessive side of my brain shuts everything else out...even service to Master. It is something i can do to avoid emotions, at least it's constructive. At least i'm not hurting myself or other people. Visually pursuing this venue keeps my brain occupied that way i don't have to slide into the images that want to intrude.
Two years ago, on July 20th, i lost my niece to a violent head on collision in Utah. The truck burned. I spent some time afterward in destructive behavior. In coming out of that, there was Master. Last year at this time i was moving in with Her, integrating cats, and stuff into Her household.
I didn't have time to think, and when the images came up, i pushed them aside, went to meetings, and talked to Master about the pain.
It was a closed casket funeral. My head plays tricks with me, like maybe she's not dead...maybe it was someone else in the truck, and she's off living in Montana somewhere.
I know that's not true.
So working on this website keeps my head occupied. Takes care of the compulsive nature of my being. i am expressing in a non-destructive environment.
(continued from last night)
My brain can create and look at other images and not make up the ugly ones that want to intrude. I keep a monster at bay.
And Master asked, so out with it.
There it was. During the spring, i had the same thing happen. Determined to learn html, i pushed everything else aside, and for several weeks, pursued this experience.
But i didn't have a website to show for it. Just some tweaking on my blog. And an off-line site that i may or may not reveal.
That was to keep emotions at bay. Emotions about my mom's death, about distancing myself from the F.O.O. and about letting go of my childhood religion, officially.
i've had a full plate. Now, i need to feel these emotions, and not push them away. I need to process on deeper levels, so i can clear the energy.
So i can be of more use to Master.
So i can continue to serve.
This is what happens when She asks these questions. Raw, open honesty. Truthfulness that is bittersweet.
And it comes from a place of love, not anger. And She asks to determine if i need correction or not. If She understands what is behind the behavior, sometimes there's a very good reason. She believes in responsible Ownership.
There are some things this boy would love to run away from.
Instead. I turn, stare the Demon in the eye, and brace myself. I let the Demon eat me, and swallow me. In the belly of the beast there is comfort. I am then evacuated. I come out whole, and stronger for my efforts. For i take some of the Demon's strength with me.
This i give back to Master, in the throes of a "Scene", and we are both rewarded.
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