Yvette's Escapades

Chaotic Bliss.

She prepared a hot, spicy pot of tea and laid out her new acquisitions on the bed, trying them on, shooting a few obligatory selfies, creating a few nice i********:’s - not in the lingerie of course, she kept those selfies to herself. The stilettos with the transparent plastic heels were amazing, she took the pleasure of their view - they made her legs look even longer as she raised them up in the air, laying with her back on the bed and making a selfie with her arms stretched out on the bed as possible - it was really daunting, to find an angle which keeps the stilettos and her smiling face in the frame. She was really tempted to send that to Jay, along with a winking smiley and a message about her own naughtiness which needs to be kept in-line, but she got over the urge. No pics and steamy messages - she wanted all that energy to get unleashed when they are together for real.

She mixed some bourbon into the remainder of the herbal tea in her mug, and collapsed back into her bed, checking f*******: on her laptop. She did not bother with getting rid of the shoes either; the buckle was kind of tricky. Instead, she nurtured her tea-with-a-little-extra and lifted her feet into the air. The weight of her shoes pressed on her soles comfortably, so she moved them around a bit, unconsciously playing with the balance, as she scrolled down the news feed.

Suddenly, the eye popped in her mind. She quickly searched for it, and found out that it is called the Eye of Horus, a symbol of the ancient Sun god. Knowing that, she quickly found trails of the online presence of Master, and eventually she stumbled upon his website and f*******: page.

“Nicomedia” She did not feel anything specific when she looked at that name, but she was sure his nick was something similar, when they talked. He was indeed a psychic advisor, similar to Jocelyn, Julie-Marie and the others Yvette conversed with, only he seemed to be a bit further up the power scale, and definitely used very different kind of energies. A lot of powerful images showed him in exotic locations, like temple ruins, all over the Middle East, celebrating rituals and reveal hidden knowledge to the select few, beautiful and ancient places, as well as a few shots from conferences and sessions in European cities. Yvette felt a small relief and equal amount of threat when she saw a few images from L.A. and New York as well. The Crow flew over this side of the pond several times before. She wasn’t surprised at all that she looked identical to her imaginations, an Egyptian, Tan man with a handsome, perfectly groomed circle beard, perfect body, dressed in light materials, dark colors with small contrasting accessories, no tats, no jewelry. He looked charismatic and dangerous. Wise and strict. Attractive and terrifying.

It was a stirring feeling. Yvette browsed his content with a faint smile on her face. It was like looking at the demon which is about to ravage her life as she knew it. She felt unnaturally calm, like someone standing on an endless field looking at the fast approaching thunderstorm. When there is nowhere to hide, there is no reason to run, and there is no reason to fear either, since now it is the inevitable itself. Yvette just knew this is the man, the dark spiritual teacher, foretold to come for her. If he is not, no one is. Now that she has entered the white room, and achieved a careful balance with Jay, it is the most fateful moment for him to show up.

The Universe did not keep her waiting much for confirmation. After a few minutes, her phone beeped. It was him! The Master!!

“How are you? Happy Birthday! And thank you for liking my page!”

“Hanging in there, thank you for the birthday wishes!” Yvette replied casually, and went on.

“I really like your photos. Your page is inspiring. I am awakening to my gifts, and the photos helped me to understand certain symbols.”

It was not entirely true, but Yvette did identify some elements in the symbols from the writings of Nicodemis’ website which have been used in her telepathy lessons and the Reiki sessions - it gave her ideas about where to look for extending certain aspects of her craft. Advisors in the US largely focused on Celtic, Old West traditions, or turned purely towards Indian original scripts. Yvette did not know much about the history of the occult, but she did know that the Egyptians played a huge part in transferring knowledge to Europe, when they had access to every written information that human culture accumulated in a certain point in time. Some of the material she browsed through was revealing in the sense that it approached certain aspects of knowledge which was given to Yvette from another angle, through different traditions.

“Remember your Dreams. I need honest minds. There is a deeper you, I sense it.”

The way he phrased everything was so powerful, full of confidence, yet always leaving things half in the dark. The meaning was often not very clear to understand for Yvette, but it always carried an extra weight, which she could feel instead of logically process. He was very different to all the psychics she ever talked to. It was a bit frustrating to talk with, but also so fascinating. Yvette decided to go fully honest and open herself up completely, not holding anything but also not putting a lot of effort into describing her thoughts very accurately. This Master seemed to get her anyway, like he knew her for ages.

“I feel like I’m insane sometimes, I hear voices, I feel the energy raining on me, both positive and negative. And what I think is confusing, that is this constant buzz, within my ears, or inside my head. Reality and my mind is overlapping confusingly”

She never dared to mention the struggles she has with her studies to her guides, the sort of mental side effects she is experiencing. Her teachers would just make her recite the safety measures and turn her towards practices she is doing anyway. It just felt good to unload on someone who is not directly involved with her spiritual training, but who can understand.

“Embrace it. Reality is irrelevant. Embrace your mind.”

“Thank You! I try that too, but I keep it straight by writing things down. Also I can keep it all under control with mantras. It’s just sometimes… things happen which I knew will happen, some people tell me to move on, don’t mind it, but since I know I’m right that is impossible. I just try to rely on myself and trust myself. Thank you, again. :) “

“What do you really want?”

The question caught Yvette by surprise - something she experiences less and less often lately. She crossed her feet the other way around and thought about the answer for a while. She did know that she was not completely honest here, but she wasn’t sure what she is hiding from her Master. Hiding, in spite of knowing its utter futility. Like a criminal committing crimes solely for the reason of getting caught. Nicodemis wrote again, getting tired of her contemplation.

“Go deep. No fear. I hear your mind whispering.”

“I want love,.” she answered swiftly. “I deserve it. My soulmate is on the run, but he will return to me soon. But maybe he is not who I’m thinking he is.”

There was a slight pause. Yvette had something else to say as well, she just tried to gather her thoughts. No answer arrived - attentive silence stared at her from the messaging app. She finally decided to go ahead and ask something, directly:

“What do you hear? I looked for you the last time we talked and I couldn’t find you, I’m glad I did today.”

“Passion. It speaks loud in you. Hidden lust.”