Grade B ?
He, knelt before, her. At, the " altar. " To, worship. As they all do. To make peace with the fragile " emotional " mindset. Of, a place, between love and hate. Here, in crude terms, negotiations were undertaken to find " nirvana " according to circumstances prevailing, and desires for relevant communications. Designed to build upon foundations of " relationship "....rather than destroy them. The presiding feeling was of survival instinct governing passionate reaction, which could only result in misunderstanding, of your position.
She, was the archetypal " Queen Bee " delivering sermons from the mount. In the usual manner. Devoid, of natural expression. Created by historical rules within " reigns " of productive undertaking. Rather than, self-destructive tendency, initiating conflict on a grand scale. He, did not wish to " make waves " ! Obviously. To the detriment of followers. Anyone could understand why.
The nature of the beast was two-fold. To test you. And, to subjegate you. The result of attending " communion " with excessive demands, on body and soul, was never clear, until the end of " parle " was in sight. Then, and only then, would you be able, to some degree, assess your credibility. In the eyes of her " army, of the darkest arts " and in front of your support. If, any still...remained !
To be summoned to, her, was paramount to an appraisal by Satanic influences. You, had to be in fear. For, the sake of safety. Undeniably. But, also for the sake of remaining vigilant to " mystery elements ".....to educate, as well as raise questions, beyond normal inquiry. Metaphorically speaking, you were " riding the crazy horse " ! Not knowing whether you would be ejected from the saddle, or, end up where you did not want to be. After, a " bolt, from the blue " !
The main concern was never clear. As, she, twisted and turned you, into the being of practical use. In her mind's vision, of what one should " always " be. And, nothing more.
That, was all there was. In the environment where many had succumbed to temptation. To pay ultimate penalty. After, the passage of time most suited to her requirements.
The promise of the future had to be temporarily abandoned. For your own sake. And, that, of others. Why would there be different, considering the most hostile " habitat " imaginable ? And, what, it, could do for you. Or, did not !
Messages, were constantly passed. To increase chances of positive outcome. Here, as within range of her weaponry. Plus, to stimulate, reliance on " projected " constructs, or confident displays of power, to benefit your situation, and those relying on your " leadership " qualities. The deeply unsettling " castigation " meant the reverse. Too horrible, to contemplate.
