Post: Domme in spirit form

A religious lady talked to me today. Talked thru God. I felt God’s spirit move her words, yet they stirred up my thoughts, I kept comparing you

If not for God, she would not have made it thru.

Yet my only revelation is my conversion to you.

If not for you, I would not have got thru Berwick’s hell. You move my words to reach you, peace at last, my spirit can tell you

Everything she does, God’s spirit in her does it.

I listen, seeking to hear your spirit come thru. Thru this woman, who talks of God. She doesn’t know, she talks to me of you

I sit there listening to the woman’s prayer to God. The plants in the room grow in prayer to God, too.

All things find their spirit in God. Your spirit moves me, domme morrigan, in chasing you. To become your submissive. My prayer to you