Thank you Suprema for that rolling flash of colored light, rolls of red and white and pastel green ... like lighting without the thunder.   It was just after I returned to bed after praying to you before your temple.

I am heartened that you should so favor me.  I love being in your circle, I love the praying and the pageantry of Temple work.  Yes, I know, I must assemble some pictures of your Temple, you have girlfriends and you like to share.  I know, you want to share me too, many dimensions of pleasure ... for you too ... but of course, I am yours, your boy, your dog, your mouse ... and always your puddle of cream.

My latest thoughts:

Witches are Goddesses when the Goddesses let down their hair and return to earth to dig their feet in the soil and spend time with their great, great, great Grandmother ... she is not a chaste lady!

Hierarchy exists as part of the pleasure principle.  There is a hierarchy among Goddess and correspondingly, Witches ... probably among dogs, and mice and cats as well ... i just received a vibe, you really want me to adjust to this fact of existence.