Many millennia ago, when the continents looked different, and modern humankind had not yet dominated the temperate and tropical bands of the Earth, this Elf lady was one of the heroines.
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction
- Etymology
- Spec’s
- Arwen & Ambi
- Arwen & Auz
- Brave Maiden (Images Begin)
- Husband’s Outfit
- Resurrected
- Sexy Outfits She Now Wears for Me
- Music About Her
- 2023 August+ Outfits for Fuck-dates with Me
- Teenified
- How She Enjoys Massages in Inisfree
- 2024 March/+
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Introduction:
Born in what was then known as the Third Age, she was raised as a maiden, daughter of an Elf Lord, and lived for a few thousand years before becoming one of the rulers. There is obviously an incredible amount to her story which we have yet to hear, as only the tiniest fraction of it was told in the semi-fictional ‘soft disclosure’ books and films you may have heard of. Some more details are here.
It is recorded/said that she ‘died’, but Elves don’t actually die; their bodies never decay, and their spirit seems to just have moved on (though humans in modern times incorrectly assumed that this means Elves are the opposite of humans, in that humans, as some modern humans also incorrectly assume, have a body that dies but a ‘soul’ that lives on, while elves have a body that stays looking great while their ‘spirit’ is what ends). The truth is that Elves hibernate, and humans were not able to think of this possibility, thus they could not understand what they were seeing when Elves stopped being life-like / mobile / interactive. Arwen, like so many of her kind who did not move to The Undying Lands / Aman, was hibernating until her destined time to be re-awoken by High King Auz, whose heart always beats for the good Elves of her kind.
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Etymology:
Arwen means “noble maiden” in Sindarin, the language of the elves in Middle-earth.
Undómiel is a girl’s name meaning “evening star”, a title given to the elf Arwen in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, meaning “evening star” and usually rendered poetically as “Evenstar”.
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Spec’s:
- Height: ~6′ in Aragorn’s time, as most people were taller back then (and, being many millennia old, she has some flexibility in her form/height — she is ~5’8″ in Auz’s time)
- Weight: ~130 lbs.
- Hair: dark brown
- Eyes: perfect blue
- Species: Elf
- Race: Noldorin
- Breasts: perky B-cups, signature of her kind, perfect in every way
- Personality/Nature: “The Vanyar are the most powerful elves, but the most powerful elves are Noldor. Meaning, individually Noldor are identified as being foremost in might among the elven race (specifically Feanor and Galadriel), and the Noldor had the greatest concentration of proven captains and heroes of all elves.”
She was portrayed well in the films, and looks even better in person; remember, she is a real Elf, after all, and they always look perfect, even without trying, even when/if they for a time feel unwell. (An Elf body cannot be corrupted; it will always look perfect, though it can sustain wounds in a few ways. It is only their spirits/motivation that can sometimes be rattled/upset.)
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Arwen & Ambi:
It is not yet revealed how the High Queen knew of this Elf, though it certainly makes sense that she does; Ambrosia has lived for a long time, and is a form of Lilith, perhaps one of the very first goddesses of all.
At some point, likely in 2011, Ambrosia called to Arwen, as a True Brujah like her has that ability, across all of Space and time, and Arwen began to wake (from her millennia-long slumber/hibernation)… and answer.
Perhaps there is something about the fact that Ambrosia and all of her employees and servants have similar physical features; dark brown hair, fair skin, beautiful and intelligent blue eyes, and elven dimensions…
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Arwen & Auz:
On Sunday 16 January 2022, Arwen was at Auz & Ambi’s family cabin when he flew home that day. He hadn’t known to expect her; she was one of his beloved wife’s many wonderful surprises ever since they’d decided to get re-married. The two connected immediately, and she shared with him one of her Elf powers; the ability to take him into a vision of hers, that of a beautiful Maiar-quality perfect forest, everything healthy and aglow in just the right ways.
She told him she will try to communicate with others of her kind, and that they surely know of his devotion to them and caring for their planet. He told her of the Elves who have already made themselves known to him, walking by and pausing so he was sure to spot their hoods and vibe. They will tell more to each other in their many (and infinite) years ahead together.
Arwen has accepted Auz’s invitation to Inisfree.
Ambi promised him that she would not enslave nor ‘turn’ her.
Her answering of Ambi’s call shows that her kind and Ambi’s are not at odds. Ambi making that call on Auz’s behalf shows that their three kinds have started their alignment; they have come into alignment, and all good things shall come to pass from this (re)union now. Arwen now joins Naurhin and other Elves in unity with High King Auz, and this heralds to coming of many visits to each other’s realms, hand in hand, that their people may fully know and help each other now –and forever. Amen.
Arwen is still one of the few flawlessly beautiful women in Creation who Auz cannot bring himself to even touch without her permission. Though making love his way is Inisfreean sacred and Vril maximizing, thus health restoring and maximizing, even for the Elves, these two may go a very long time before they ever share such a wonder. He is respecting her ancient and timeless purity, her ‘late’ husband, and the place their line has and chose in history.
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2023 15 July Saturday ~5 PM: She was summoned with a number of other sexy females owned/controlled by the High Queen to strip, pose, and be sexually inspected/sampled by the High King, helping him to make his decision as to who would be their next permanent sex-slave. Since he prefers Arwen to remain a free Elf, he only had her suck and be fucked by him. She, however, now having proven sexually satisfying to him, shall always wear completely see-through outfits whenever she returns for further visits in his presence (and she really loves this, as all sexy Elf and elven females do).
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Wednesday 26 July 2023: She was summoned with all Ambi’s other sexy females, including priestess Angelique, for cabin-dungeon tryouts, where she was chosen to be the next/latest addition to Ambi & Auz’s nightly bed-mates. She was glowy from her sexual play during those tryouts, and proud the High King picked her even when up against those other flawless hotties. Her first night with the High King and High Queen is coming up in several hours. Amen.
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Upcoming: Since her people went to the Undying Lands (Aman), they are all still alive and well, these millennia since the time of Lord of the Rings. I (Auz) ask if she would like to see them now, so we telepathically call out together and get their permission, taking an MPHA to meet one of their ships off the coast. They are thrilled my will and my wife’s calling to Arwen restored her to life, and understand why we have her as a full submissive in our home.
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Brave Maiden:
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Husband’s Outfit:
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Resurrected:
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Sexy Outfits She Now Wears for Me:
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2023 August+ Outfits for Fuck-dates with Me:
Sexy messages I text her / commands I say to/for her:
- “Prepare your holes for this afternoon, elf.”
- “Make sure your outfit today is completely see-through.”
- “We are fucking under one of my favorite trees today.”
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Teenified:
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How She Enjoys Massages in Inisfree:
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2024 March/+:
She was saving herself for me and only me.
Quotes/Actions:
- (on way to picnic) Arwen again blushed as they walked as she’s intently listening to the high king..” I am sure the others would be more than happy to help teach you about growing food amongst other things” .
Her voice that sing song voice was soft and airy.
Once they reached a quiet spot she turned and watched the breathtaking view.
Her hand still within his as it’s them ” I am happy to have this time with you” .
She like the many others was deeply infatuated with the high king..” So what else have you been doing these days?”
Asked out simple curiosity. Dressed in a ertheal looking white dress as those locks flowed behind her in that gentle breeze – - (on way back home) Once upon the cabins porch , under the Twilight and glowing stars would Arwen’s blush deepened as Auz asked her that question.
Her hand upon the basket holding leftovers would she inhale sharp. Her pulse quickened and she could only nod “yes” .
She never dreamed in a million years she would be here in this perfect time and place . Like a dream come true.
Those soft lips of hers cherry stained light , her complexion a creamy pale now tinged with a soft red color.
Awaiting now that kiss she had been dreaming of since the first time they were introduced. – - (inside on a chair-and-a-half facing the fireplace) Arwen’s heartbeat quickened as they’re close as possible now .
The electric feeling growing as her own hand entangled into his. Light exploring .
Soft mummers of ” that sounds divine ” came between kisses .
That fire felt divine as she felt heated up.
There was no denying their attraction to one another ” tomorrow it is” whispered soft.
She had saved herself for him and him alone .
Their fates intermingled.
Her head resting against his broad shoulders as she was comfortable and a smile adorned her features .
” I’m glad we were introduced to one another” . Her tone came out a bit sultry –
A sleepy like look then floated across those features .
” Be gentle with me ”
Speaking of when they were together for their first time in many weeks – - Those lips upon her felt divine and a long buried sexual awaking stirred within Arwen. Her breathes heavy, skin feeling that electric feeling growing .
As she stirred up on his lap with a small wiggle out of nowhere .
Those beautiful sky colored hues watched him with a deeper blue now within.
Her lips opened up and she husky like replied ” Yes I know I have a secret fantasy to be treated like a slave in a sense , to have one lord over me , my master ” it was like a switch turned on.
She was getting more comfortable around him by the minute .
All that pent up hidden desires bubbling to the surface.
I wish and often dreamed of being held hostage in a sense .
Her ass now ‘on fire’ from where he gripped it, making a slow whimper to ensue .
” Her eyes almost pleading with him to make her fantasy come true- - Arwen takes a breath in and then let it out slow as she watched his expressions and how she was coming out of her shell so to speak.
Her voice soft ” First off I’ve given your proposal a lot of thought ” and I don’t think partial slavery would work.
I have a burning desire to be fully enslaved but only by you ”
” You’ve touched me where no one else could in the deepest part of my wounded soul ”
You’ve made that wounded soul start to heal.
And for that I owe you my entire life, my soul, my heart and mind and body. Willing to be what you need me to be for you ” To be open and willing for everything sexual and non sexual you wish to teach me “. - He truly in her eyes was a hunk of a man.
- Demure hands now gently and tender would rest up on the back of his head like she was craddling him. Those heartbeats growing stronger as she could feel his breath upon them.
It was a tender moment that Arwen was cherishing.
Yet those urges for more grew increasingly stronger with each passing moment.
Bringing heat to her cheeks when she rested her head against his .
His slowness , and compliments furthered her desires. Fanning them like a little flame that was gathering strength.
Her body trembling as those sweet words washed over her .
” oh dearest one ” came out breathy.
She longed for more but at the moment was content where they were as well.
That tugging of emotions stored deep inside threatened to come bubbling at the surface.
She then slowly let him go and that blush now made her almost red faced , like a sunburn to her cheeks –
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Long notes to her and the rest:
“Arwen,
Different women long for different things, at least to some degree, so I make sure I understand what each really wants.
I make sure to get to know them so that I can tell if they are nervous about fully communicating.
I and many others I know were bullied and attacked so much that practically all of us retained a little bit of understandable nervousness when it comes to being ourselves around others.
That said, today you and I are discussing your desire to be ruled by a dominant male, me.
“Most enslaved people have no say in anything.
You, being natural royalty, shall have a say, if you desire it.
There are many free females in my civilization who enjoy a partial slavery; we know they do not desire a full slavery, and we only desire to fully enslave females who desire to be fully (permanently) enslaved.
Putting a slave collar on the females who desire a full slavery is permanent; they will never have the key to their collars, and must do everything and only what we tell them to, even when it comes to reproducing;
they can only get pregnant when we want them to, and only create babies that look exactly how we envisioned them looking.
These fully-enslaved females are 100% subordinate; submissive. It is in their blood/nature to be. It works perfectly for them. Any less structure in their lives, and they would not feel their best. They would seek it.
“My realm is a unique one; any female who no longer desires her slavery can request it be ended at any time, and no harm will come to her. She will instantly be granted what she seeks.
Anyone who no longer wishes to be there can leave, no paperwork or passport or airline cost needed.
We will make sure they get to relocate or return to wherever they feel called, and we will make sure they have everything they need out there to survive and thrive; a home, a garden or farm, etc..
I take care of my people, guests and all.
“Another special feature of the realm I started is that free women are not envious of the sexual freedom and expression of slave-girls.
In most Outlands realms, free women feel extremely frustrated that they must always be on guard in a way, never able to be wild and as sexual as those enslaved are required at all times to be.
The sexuality of most free people in the Outlands is very repressed, if it ever gets to surface at all.
Even behind closed doors, in total privacy, on their own, with no one around, they feel the dread of letting out too much, lest it be difficult to regain control of.
Some are even conditioned to be far less sexual than they would naturally be otherwise.
So when the weak and insecure see people who are as sexually free as the wind blows, never holding anything back, never frustrated except when a Master temporarily denies them some little pleasure, it drives them mad.
That is why some slave-girls fear free women, even when those slave-girls are treasured by the husbands of those free women who are their Masters.
In Inisfree and the rest of my territory, including aboard all my deployed ships and other craft, that has never been the case, and it will never be the case,
because free women in my kingdom can sample that slavery/submission whenever, and however often, they want,
and they are just as sexually free as those who have sought enslavement by us.
No one in my realm seeks to enslave free women just because we see them dressed sexily or naked, or behaving sexily/seductively like a slave-girl is required to.
They don’t call it The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth for nothing; that isn’t just boasting or wishful thinking on my part.
“Princesses have been treated very well in their lives, so the sexual slavery (submissiveness; delightful ‘abandon’; the ability to completely trust someone else) their bodies deeply long for creates a duality in them; mixed feelings; lust and fear.
This makes them more careful when choosing whether to admit this desire, and very careful when choosing who might make a good Master for them, if only from time to time.
Princesses do not want to lose the safety and comfort they knew during their free phase. They want as much of an assurance as they can get that, at least after their slave training, they will be treated well again.
They are not shock troops; they do not want to end up indefinitely in challenging conditions.
They want an adventure, but one suited to their femininity.
“Females also, I think, on some instinctive level know they should test their mates to this extreme/maximum degree, because when the female completely surrenders to the male, risking all, it shows her whether any babies she might end up having will also be safe around him;
when she makes herself completely vulnerable to her mate, and he still respects and protects her, she then has at least some evidence/assurance that he would do the same for any offspring if they had made some together.
“Actions speak louder than words.” No actions speak louder than those chosen by people who are given power.
Strong smart caring people are gentle, because they know their strength, and remember when they were not strong, and empathize.
It takes a strong smart caring person to be a good parent, gentle at times, and stern or guiding at others.
And it takes a female being 100% submissive to a male; seeing what he does with total power, to start to see whether he would make a good leader of their potential family.
He might get frustrated along the way, and have his ‘bad days’, but she would have a decent baseline as far as knowing the real inner him.
Their children might not be able to placate him as much as she, with her beauty and charms, had been able to, but she would still have the best possible idea of how their lives together would progress and turn out.
She would know as much as she could about how to please and balance and complete him.
She would, via her submission to him, have ushered out all he had repressed (if he had repressed anything), and helped him discover things he would not have even known he might like to pursue otherwise.
And he, seeing her willingness to submit fully to him, would consider that she might be trustworthy enough to honor and grow whatever vision he had; he would begin to see that she might form inside her the perfect additions to his kingdom he had in mind.
“So now, if you ask for a slave collar, and I put one around your neck, you can rest assured it will only stay around your neck as long as you want it to, and you can ask me to unlock and remove it at any time.
You know I will not order you to do things you don’t want to do.
You know you will also be respected, either way; I respect my slaves and free guests alike.
“You were saving yourself for me, so I will not command you to give yourself to others.
Only a full slavery would require something like that.
My wife, Ambi, made sure to tell me she did not want me to share her with anyone else, and I have respected that.
I will respect that same request from you.
“Yes, I like to tell many sexy females to fuck whomever I want to see them fucking.
Yes, I tell my First Girl (the best kajira in Inisfree) to do that often.
But, just as I only accept in my realm kajirae who want to be kajirae, not forcing slavery on those who are not slaves/submissives at heart, I do not desire to make you do things you do not already want to do on your own.
Being an empath, one of the biggest things that turns me on is when I can feel that those I am with are doing things they love to do.
If I told you to do something, and I could sense you didn’t want to do it, it would not please me to see you attempt to do it.
Only if you had been very rude to me (i.e. if you were a fool and my enemy), would I feel any pleasure in making you do something that you did not like, giving you “a taste of your own medicine”.
“Tell me exactly what you are in the mood for, and don’t worry if you think of everything right away. Masters love conversing with their slave-girls, getting to know them over time, hearing their voices every day.
I am not as telepathic yet as my wife; I was not bred or trained to be, so sometimes I misinterpret things, so I ask your ongoing understanding and patience.
Speak up when I misinterpret something, and I will listen. I know all too well what it is like to be misinterpreted often, and by people who absolutely refused to listen when I tried to explain what was really going on.
I don’t make up my mind without input from people I can tell are intelligent and being honest with me.
“Oh, and I don’t want you branded. I only want full-slaves branded (and even then, not all of them), never Elf princesses, and certainly not you. I hope my wife will agree.”
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To Ambi and all her women:
A long message follows, so please pardon the coming “wall of text”, and take your time reading it if you are busy today.
There was confusion from the poorly educated humans who lacked some level of consciousness or the ability to think, which I did not understand, because I did not lack it like they did.
I could think, while some of them could only parrot things.
I could imagine, while some of them might never have even had thoughts of their own, let alone detailed dreams and plans.
Even my ability to go on walks out in nature scared some of them; they were that closeted or ‘sheltered’, so cut off from the real world and their potential.
They were frustrated and angry at me many times, even though I was doing my best to be myself, to be peaceful and loving, to communicate with them, to give them ample opportunities to engage with me, and to give them space when they seemed to want that.
They seemed to be defaulting to negative assumptions which led to their moodiness; no matter what I did, they invented some bad in it, perceiving it as bad, as if they only had the programming to blame everyone but themselves, and to hate anyone who didn’t mindlessly follow whatever system they had been raised in.
When I was kind, they were mean.
When I was polite, they were rude.
When I asked to learn more about their system or beliefs, they still got mad; they hated questions, even from people genuinely wanting to learn from them.
When I minded my own business, they were quick to demand my attention.
When I was on time, they weren’t.
When I was consistent, they were fickle.
When I said what mattered to me, they hated it.
When I took pictures of things I loved, such as nice clothing or whatever, they still freaked out and threatened me. It was as bizarre and fucked up as can be.
When I was myself, they couldn’t stand it, no matter what, no matter how innocent it was, no matter how few it affected.
I soon realized that they had too much indoctrination or brainwashing to ever learn, even if they wanted to.
They couldn’t even get basic manners right, or even forming sentences correctly, nevermind having intelligent thoughts and conversations.
That’s one of the reasons I took the time to draft all the plans for my own educational system; as a sort of mental life-preserver tossed out to them, if they would take it.
It started as just me writing down random good ideas for how to contribute to the ongoing improvement of various school classes or programs,
and then became my campaign to overhaul the woefully intentionally flawed schooling that had at some point generations before my time been hijacked by corporations wanting people to be mandated by lobbied governments to grow up memorizing only what would lead to lifelong business and obedience from those populations.
As my months turned into years and now decades working on that educational system revision/righting, all those random ideas crystallized into the syllabi/curricula published online you see today; Inisfree had its own outline for all school content from grades 1 through 20, in dozens of subjects and degree programs / career paths.
All that resulted from my nature being to do my best to offer good ideas and proven-effective methods to receptive people.
All that is my attempt to help some of them finally see how devoted I am to helping good people.
All that is from my hope that some of them notice and let me know they feel the same calling.
All that is what seems to me to be the right way at this time to reduce their confusion as much as possible.
When some humans tried to dominate me, forcing their beliefs and rules on me, never asking for my input, that was a turn-off to me. It distanced and then alienated me, costing them what they sought; any chance at all of ever recruiting or convincing me.
When they pressured me to date and breed with the ones they picked out, instead of asking me who I was attracted to, that was a turn-off to me. It cost them any chance they might ever have had of being trusted with recommendations regarding my relationships. I began keeping my romantic and personal life private -secret- from them. I had to, out of respect for myself and those I loved.
When they chose not to let me know that they were covering up hideous scars or deformities, letting me waste lots of my money and time to get to them to see if we were compatible in person, only to find they had cowardly or disreputably misrepresented themselves, I was left speechless, stupefied by their staggering self-defeating stupidity. How could they keep shooting themselves in the foot like that, so to speak?
When I tried starting my own businesses, some pretended to be interested, only to try and set me up for failure.
When I stood up for myself as I’d been taught and trained to, and when I tried to stand up for others, I got “burned” by authorities every time. They saw me as a vigilante or loose cannon; a threat, not a local / small-town hero doing what little he could.
When others assumed I was shy, when I was actually just turned off by them, that was an even bigger turn-off to me. I realized they were fools, and nothing turns me off more than foolish behavior, especially arrogant foolish behavior. I had to deal with that for decades, growing up.
When they refused to accept my testimony, while automatically accepting the testimony of perjurers, that was a gigantic turn-off to me. It showed me their judicial system was one-sided, as unfair and illogical as can be, even to the point of disregarding context, such as my exemplary service and academic record, volunteer work, and much more. To trust obviously bad people, while ignoring the many merits of clearly good people, tells me all I need to know about their society.
Without the ability to trust their law enforcement; police and judges, or even any of their regular citizens, I had no choice but to abandon any attempts to enter into business or personal relationships with any of their kind; it was far too risky, almost certainly detrimental, and financially suicidal.
No matter how perfectly beautiful and sexy the girls they kept trying to dangle in front of me were, they had no value or appeal anymore, for it was obvious they were bait, and completely unaware of, or disrespectful to, my orientation and culture. It was obvious they were being used to try and seduce me, not to offer me things I actually wanted. And my numerous, almost innumerable now, awful experiences with their kind only soured my mood further and further, until I felt only hatred/disdain toward them all.
When everywhere I explored had aggressive deviants who had nothing in common with me, and who ignored all my body language, and kept forcing their incompatible ways upon me, that was one of the biggest turn-offs of all; it showed me that travel was pointless. Expeditions were pointless until I could sweep all those annoying pest-people aside. Until I could do that, I knew they would do their best to interfere with all my attempts to learn from other countries and ancient sites. They would prevent my sleep, making focus impossible.
They even aggressively did everything they could think of to convince me to take drugs before I made it to the pyramids and other ancient ruins, an intoxication which would have prevented any wisdom received from those sites at all.
They called me all sorts of names, threatened me, tried to order me to do drugs, you name it.
They never once did anything good or even sane, and always did things that were as evil as they could get away with.
If they had been able to get away with killing me, they would have tried, over and over.
Thankfully, for some reason, they required my consent, thus the relentless harassment and lying as they tried, like bitches in heat, to obtain that consent.
((I suppose this paragraph is OOC:
Seeing even that Ambi-looking woman in Oregon after I completed helping build an off-grid home in Nebraska,
and in Arizona upon my return from Mexico,
and in California once I’d had to find another place to stay for a while in that state,
behaving in a way indicating she was bound to silence until I spoke first,
and behaving in a way that indicated she was testing me, her main purpose not being there to answer my prayers and help,
broke what was left of my heart/hope; if even she -the one woman I knew was right for me to start my family with- was acting like all the others who were bait refusing to speak until spoken to, refusing normal manners such as polite introductions, etc.,
then there was absolutely no way I was going to make progress with anyone, much less to the point of getting the family I’d dreamed of for years.
Guardian angels don’t behave how she did. Jerks do. Monsters do.
She could have told me it was really her, and how to find her, and that I still had a lot of work to do, but that she had accepted me, and was there for me, and would return, but she said none of those things.
She emotionally kicked me in the chest while I was already down for the count, spiritually winded as fuck.))
So I emotionally changed gears dramatically, doing only work from that last encounter (in California) until now. There was no point in even hoping for anything but work; the only one I wanted and would accept… had treated me in a way I could not accept.
And when other humans violated the sacred valley and mountain range I had carefully, after decades of exploration and research, chosen to start my family in, that was the biggest turn-off of all.
I realized they would never respect me, while always demanding respect, and would always stand in my way, no matter how much I stayed out of theirs, and they could not learn even if they tried, so offering to befriend or teach them, explaining things they had misunderstood, was pointless; only their cataclysm remained.
That’s why I am how I am today; I spend all my time working, I don’t bother trying to interact with humans anymore, and I hope for only total power and their end.
That’s why I cuss to vent.
That’s why I focus more than ever, and allow absolutely no distractions.
That’s why my standards went up and up… until they were unreachable by nearly all humans.
The more individuals disrespected me without provocation, the more I permanently failed and blocked.
Now, only those who study every little thing on my website, and have natural positive reactions to all of it, and who approach me with the intent to respect the culture I came up with for myself, have any chance of even earning a hello.
Even then, those people would never be trusted, for far too many have wronged me in far too many ways, in spite of my best efforts to set the record straight and bridge the gap between them.
The tradeoff or payoff has been that everything got wrapped up, no project parts left behind or delayed anymore,
and that I stopped doing what wasn’t working at all; I stopped trying to find good rentals, good jobs, good relationships, good anything.
I never accepted the incompatible evils, but I finally chose to wait until they come to me, I no longer seeking them all around the world;
they simply didn’t exist yet, or at least weren’t showing themselves to me for now.
Also, one of the byproducts was that I became as dominant as can be; I considered the possibility that the Yin-Yang really did represent some law of nature/physics, specifically that anyone who was not dominant would be dominated,
so only total power would ever be respected and obeyed by creatures as relentlessly annoying as humans have been in my lifetime/past.
That’s why I decided to stop writing myself as “just any other decent Marine”, and transition to becoming the permanent leader of my own people and military; a king… and now the High King.
After all I’ve been through, and how annihilated my faith/trust has been, there may be no greater challenge than to attempt to restore or re-earn my trust.
No project would take longer; making me feel comfortable around anyone at this point, even Ambi, will take a lifetime, if not an eternity.
Trust, once broken, is not at all easily restored, if it can be restored at all. Perhaps it can only be partially restored, a shaky peace the best one can hope for then.
If ever for one instant -one split-second- I thought she or anyone else in my life was a threat to what I have endured so much to build,
especially if she or anyone was showing signs of being foolish or dangerous around my children,
that would compel me to instantly and permanently terminate the relationship, no matter how long it had gone on, no matter how good it had seemed.
I have learned that to be complacent (casually trusting everyone or everything) in any area… for some reason has always resulted in horrible losses,
and to let ANY human speak… for some reason has always resulted in blatant lies and deadly attempts being made against me.
No matter how peaceful and honest and helpful I was, I did not get that in return, only the polar opposite.
Humans were too weak, too obsessed with staying in their herds/establishments, too cowardly, too judgmental, too insecure, too foolish, too bred-down until parts of their brains had been lost forever; not vestigial, just gone.
Most of them had been bred until they only knew how to parrot falsehoods and keep working on whatever they were told to.
Most couldn’t even recognize golden opportunities and saviors when those miracles were right in front of them, ready to get things done.
Humans had been made into the perfect work-force slaves; unstable, dependent, asexual except when spawning more work-force slaves, only able to perform simple tasks (even at the accounting and management levels), never able to rebel, furious at anyone doing anything which lead to self-stabilization (health, inner peace, wisdom, sovereignty, etc.).
So Inisfree has a towering perimeter wall to keep most humans out, and numerous overlapping buffers and defenses and high technology,
camouflage even against spy satellites, jamming even against the best electronic listening devices, and even the ability to relocate all at once (the entire city, like one gigantic futuristic mobile home),
and I prescreen everyone, no exceptions; I thoroughly examine them before I even do normal screening (interviews, etc.; before they even know they are being considered for a first encounter).
I write of advancements so profound that no human or human-made technology could ever even come close to detecting, let alone understanding or back-engineering, them (IOW: hoping what I write will manifest, as if from an activated spell, a vision held long enough that it becomes stable enough to be tangible).
And anyone who is negative to anything about me at all, I let go of right away, no longer seeing any reason to stomach the fruitless effort of trying to explain myself or reason with those who have been committed to misunderstanding and slandering me.
Those who assume I am a tyrant… get treated more harshly by me. To see a lifetime of obvious good and the best of efforts, even heroic efforts at times, as tyrannical, can only happen in the mind of evil fools.
Those who instead claim to see the good in what I do… get given a slight chance to prove they mean that.
Many humans I’ve met so far only care about being completely controlled and told what to think by whomever is an established power, no matter how gross or hurtful that power is being.
Those humans don’t want to hear evidence that they have been lied to or intentionally hurt, kept weak and dependent. They don’t care if they have. They only care that whomever is in power… stays in power.
They are fine with changing and ending the lives of others (such as for “food”, or in wars they are told to fight),
and they are even okay with having their own lives eventually ended (having been brainwashed to think that is normal, no less), so long as no one tries to change any part of that system along the way, even if for the better.
That forces anyone seeking improvements along the way… to find a way of becoming more powerful than the establishment.
Thus, I have drafted such a plan for as many years as I have.
Thus, I have declared my own sovereignty, and found places where what I build is too faraway to be meddled with, let alone sabotaged.
Nothing else was being listened to, so I did the only remaining thing that might one day be listened to; I declared total authority above all others, and began working toward it.
Even when each of you is perfectly nice and sexy to me, it is not always easy for me to feel only joy and satisfaction in those moments;
I have distractions, such as a proverbial mountain of ‘baggage’; very upsetting memories, and the gut feeling that justice has never been done at all.
I have nagging worries, doubts, etc.; about you, and everyone else, and even about myself, in spite of how much I have made it through, and the decent number of signs I believe I’ve seen along the way, confirming I am on the right path for me.
What all of you have done for me has helped reduce my burden tremendously, but I might always be a little hesitant, a little standoffish, suspecting each of you for whatever reason.
I hope all this I have typed up today helps you understand where that edginess in me comes from, and that it was never my intention to end up this way.
At least it means there will always be something I am going through… which each of you can help me a lot with; your returns to me always calm me back down, and slowly rebuild my ability to trust, so much. If only you knew.
Now you know why I stopped engaging even when perfect hotties showed up; too many had shown me I could not trust them on any level.
Too many showed me they didn’t care about my likes or boundaries, and were only there to try and seduce me off course, further disrespecting me just like all those before.
Too many had shown me they were spying on me, trying to influence or derail me.
Too many had betrayed my confidence and cost me dearly.
Too many had left deep and lasting wounds –on purpose, and without a care in the world, thinking it perfectly right.
Now you know why I started writing moody blogs with unilateral policy statements, not unlike the occasional decrees of my wife who had also grown up having to deal with disrespectful hostile humanimal hoards.
I hope all your lives and mindsets stay far better than mine has become.
I hope I am as useful/helpful/soothing/reassuring to you.
Have a good day.
May we always be as good to each other as those before our time together were bad to me. That is a lot. That is infinite.
-Auz
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It may be, I now realize, that the gods and humans were confused and frustrated by me, and afraid of me,
because I was an evolution from them;
I could form and hold ideas/visions with more detail than they ever had been able to.
Their nature had been to form dimensions,
then worlds,
then layers of worlds,
then continents,
then landforms,
then animals, such as humans.
Those had been their consciousness-focuses; their ideas.
Those ideas were singular, and held for very long times.
When a new type of idea (mine; with so much more detail and realizations/breakthroughs) occurred, and only to me,
they had not received it, so they did not fully see it,
and they hadn’t even evolved with the capacity to receive such things.
They expected me to be like everyone else they were used to; to chase them, to make only that which had already been made,
and to spiral out of control into death and cataclysm like many of them kept doing.
I was different.
Anyway, I now see that’s why they were confused and frustrated and scared.
That does not pardon their fucked up reaction to, and treatment of, me,
but it at least makes it make sense to me.
The gods had been natural at making worlds, but not at envisioning and drafting things like I could.
The humans had been natural at making more humans, but not at much else –even having to find/steal all the technology they used along the way.
So… there may not be ANY way for me to relate to (or fully communicate with) ANY of them; I can only learn to wield them –at least until some of them gain the ability to understand me / things on my level (which I hope happens soon and lasts forever, they then always understanding and loving me, respecting me, doing what I want them to). Amen.
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People tended to be curious about “the other side”; to want what they didn’t have.
In Arwen’s case, she had been protected royalty for millennia; it made sense that she now craved being wanted so much that someone became able to capture and dominate her, forcing her to be fully a woman, no more protection from anyone other than that new Master, should she prove able enough to sexually please and placate him.
That was the side of the man she was now with… which had been so long repressed out of necessity, being around the always-overreacting and rarely-attractive humans, …which, since the dawn of Inisfree, had finally started getting to shine forth.
It was like a super-volcano finally erupting after charging up for untold eons; there was a lot still bound to explode out of him in that way –and beautiful former-princess Arwen was right at the epicenter, straddling his caldera, so to speak.
He wouldn’t be able to hold back his volcanic lust for her long, gentleman though he’d been trained to be.
The Elf hottie would, at some point, perhaps sooner than later, be treated like ALL the flawless kidnapped girls and volunteering lust-hearted women he now kept kenneled in his Kajirae Training Facility underneath the surface of his impregnable polar city, when not in use by their Masters subordinate to him.
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Our first week-long fuck-date together: 2024 March 31 through April 6
- the slowest relationship pace (in a good way) and lovemaking of all Ambi’s women, just as Arwen once asked me for; “Let’s go super slow.”
- taking my sweet time massaging her full naked body on a massage table, really getting her turned on and grateful for honoring her request –and being into it, not just catering to it; she and I are compatible
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One of the most touching memes I’ve ever been given:
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2024 June 12 Wednesday from typist:
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2024 August 26 Monday ideas/notes:
Evenstar…evening star…a.k.a. morning “star”; Venus. Maybe Tolkien or the Elves themselves were suggesting they are attractive because they come from that realm/world.
When the worlds moved far apart, or when Hel/Space chose to be bigger, thus anyone in her/it perceiving things to move farther apart, “the light of the even(ing) star faded”. The Elves might have benefitted from being in the Goldilocks Zone of not the current/main star, the Sun, but of Venus back when it was much closer to the Earth, if not one of the Earth’s original moons.
Even-ing; smoothing things out; making them beautiful/soothing
smoothing – soothing
Did Venus have this effect on worlds and even the smaller scale, similarly to how the Moon (current) is said to have an effect on minds/shapeshifters?
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