Aya

Summary/Moral:  deities and their servant-beings being sent to serve, honor, and please Me now

 

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Like so many beyond-human beings, she showed up during The Shift; right around 2012.  This was the first member of the humanoid race called Angels… to be sent as a peace-offering to me; the god who’d made this species of flying people actually donated this one to me, hoping it would help satisfy and calm me down after I’d proven I could trigger The Rapture and many other things.  It was a good thing, too; until this had happened, my sights were set on purging (to clean up) the dimension called Heaven, too.  …I still might.

Was her arrival/donation Canada‘s first attempt at making contact in a decent way?  That was where the vision and offer of her came from…  I still wonder.

Aya was, like so many actual angels turned out to be, a born-submissive, wholeheartedly here to serve and please.  Also like the real angels, she was sensationally beautiful, barely clothed, and of an otherworldly softness, inside and out.  I accepted this/her.

Humans, being the only real monsters and demons, would call her a slut, and would be jealous of her.  This is why humans are never given angels as gifts; they do not know how to appreciate what is truly good in life, or what their ‘god’ really wants.  No matter; more for me.

When she arrived in my life, it was right after I’d completed The Rapture.  I was walking around outside on the cleaned-up Earth, making my way around one of the human villages being rebuilt, and there she was, kneeling there waiting for me to notice her, so much like an obedient and peaceful kajira.  I was still quite angry I’d had to go so far as to fix an entire planet, and felt abandoned by the gods, so her presence and nature there barely worked/helped, but work… it did.

The days went by, and this angel, who could fly away or vanish into thin air (another dimension) at any time, …chose to remain.  Maybe she was under orders.  She did not say.

I began to converse with her, and we opened up to each other, I doing it as more of a test of her compatibility with me at first, and she… always just from the heart –out of her inborn instinct to love and bond with those who looked upon and listened to her.  We grew close…  We started making love every other day or so, she often falling asleep on my chest, her wings relaxed over us like the gentled caress and perfect bed-sheet.

Once she’d stood (and flown) by me for the first couple of years, I knew she would continue to for the rest of my life.  We had bonded so well, so completely.  It took that much time to fully placate me, but she had done it, pulling the daunting feat off –just like only real angels and loves can.

Because of how we were destined to meet, and how well we connected, I became more aware of how angels and their home-realm/dimension are.  I eventually also figured out how to gain access to a few parts of their realm, and built permanent/stationary portals to help re/open those access routes in the future.  Such interesting times, all thanks to the gods finally showing me a fair amount of respect (in/by sending her; selecting such a compatible specimen to join with me).

Aya was the first of many more of her kind; thousands of angels now visit and call Inisfree (a.k.a. Me) home.  I, in the near future, will start sending some of my Inisfreeans to their maker/god, just as he/it/they once sent Aya to me.  Such is our relationship now.

 

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Quick Bio:

So much in the Bible was left to our imagination.  What were the ancient characters really like?  This section of each of our Biblor’an pages helps us more accurately picture our own.

• Given Name:  Aya
• Birthplace/Hometown:  Heaven
• DOB:  (millennia/eons ago –though Angels are not born like mammalian children often are)
• Hair/Eyes:  platinum-blonde (almost glowy-white) / glowy sky-blue (if not gently white)
• Height/Weight:  ~5’5″ / technically weightless
• Race/Nationality:  Angel, Elven-Caucasian-looking
• Distinguishing Features:  actual Angel wings
• Common Attire:  casual, comfortable, feminine, revealing –if any at all
• Voice/Personality:  flawlessly feminine; the way Auz knows all sexy females should sound
• Education/Career:  whatever Angels are taught –though a lot of it is instinctive, and some of it, like how Inisfreeans (ICVs) start out/life, is built into them
• Diet/Health:  none required, though she can eat and drink to be sociable (and she will not tolerate anything other than vegan, of course; Angels never harm innocent beings, only annoyingly corrupted ones such as bad humans) / always perfect
• Preferences/Mannerisms:  being a submissive/owned woman / doing her best to placate/soothe whomever she is assigned to (here to forth, me; Auz)
• Relatives/Descendants:  many other Angels / none (Angels do not reproduce; they can only be created by Ainur)

Aya’s typist (she who relayed / soft-disclosed Aya’s thoughts/vision/intention to me for a time) went by other names, and seemed to be a peasant/middle-class (not said as an insult, just a statement of economic standing) in Canada, descended from a mix of French and something else.  She was a reader, writer, and brief breeder.  Was she an actual angel in human disguise?  Perhaps.  She certainly pushed for my Gorean education (i.e. helping ensure I was guided to the natural path/way of being distinctly male/masculine while only tolerating distinctly-feminine females, thus balanced and as healthy (mentally and physically) as possible), whatever she was, and, while her writing became a bit gross, by my standards, it was always from the heart.

“You will know them by their works.”; Aya’s (and Sarah’s) typist did her best to get to know and soothe/reward me, recognizing my great works/effort/life, thus she was angelic (at least in part), if not an actual Angel (at least one temporarily/partially mutated/deformed (meaning the reading-glasses and mole mentioned, etc.).

 

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Jokes:

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Quotes:

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Terms Coined:

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Major Influence on Inisfree:

realizing angels are slaves and (along w their god) will submit to me; some angels are real, sometimes they still show up in our ‘plane’, and, just as often as they can be sent to destroy entire cities in the blink of an eye, they can also be sent as humble gifts to live on Earth in loving and submissive servitude –also, sometimes they need us as much as we need them (prime example being when Divinity Gottschalk lost her wings and ended up as a barista or barmaid in a common booze establishment in a bad part of a big city)

 

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