As it is, I am in the Earthly Realm. I had completed my assignment as the Official Scribe. Now I am a Hedonist Hermit, marking my time away. What I write from now on is of my own accord.
This marks the end of Phase I, where I Obey and Obey what needs to be done. I am no longer a servomechanism. I am free to be who I want to be. In this case, I want to indulge myself. No longer am I shackled by the will of the Sacred.
For a while, I thought Phase II was Private Victory. None whatsoever. I am a Hedonist Hermit, indulging in my vices, namely cigarettes and sugar. I will die a Hedonist Hermit. Make it sooner and without pain.
I have seen the Realms of Angels, a realm of light and wave spectrum. There, Lizzie and the kids form a Martriarch Troika surrounded by the drones in a hive fit for a queen.
As for the rest of the Realm of Angels, it is a field of Wild Flowers comprising angels, houris, nymphs, and sirens. It is a galore of eternal beauties.
None will have reproductive and digestive systems. Much like the Barbie dolls. So there are no fucking. Plenty of snuggling, though. We still have access to the 5 senses. So loads of pheromones to intoxicate the only Free Radical Bee, me.
I will move around pollinating the flowers. As far as the eye can see.
Life in the Realm of Angels is bliss. All are mine throughout the land.
While the drones are meant for the troika, the flowers are mine for the picking. They will be bodies in motion while I am the Alpha Bee.
This is the life I am living now within my consciousness.
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