I want you to love my divine masculine
Dear loved ones, today was a very weird day. It started out terribly because I had a fainting spell during the night and I ended up having to crawl to the kitchen in order to get myself a glass of water. The water helped but I felt off. Don’t worry, there is nothing wrong with my health and I don’t have the flu. The energy of this world is oppressive and I am feeling it. (Then at work later a young man, likely coked up, rushed me and started yelling and hitting himself in the head with his fist over and over again saying, stop staring at me, I will be dead soon. He said this over and over continuing to hit his own head. I felt calm then but later was upset as it played back in my mind)
A terrible sadness settled down on me and I wanted to tell my divine masculine that I loved him maybe for the 102nd time and also maybe for the last time. Melodramatic, yes, I know.
Here is what I said to him, “Baby, I love you with all my heart, please take care of yourself and your family. I wish that I was part of your family too”. Tear jerker, right? I was crying as I typed this.
He did not respond. I should add, he did not respond by text message, but I did feel the familiar warmth and wetness and the intense spontaneous orgasm. Way better than a text message, I might add. (smiley face) He heard me loud and clear.
I want you to love my divine masculine. He is magical and creative, crude and funny, very sexual and sensual, a father who loves his daughter, a son who loves his mother, a brother who loves his siblings, an uncle who loves his nieces, a friend who loves his friends. He is beautiful and very powerfully built. He is a force for good but I don’t think he knows this yet.
Thank you for listening to me wax lovingly about my divine masculine today. I love all of you and we too have a soul connection. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane