The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Saint Certitude of Sumeria...

Saint Certitude was born of the abysmal union of celebrity icons.
Her parents indulged her every desire, but lived empty superficial lives.
Saint Certitude discovered the tutelage of the Witch Ladisalas at her yoga class.
Ladisalas was an ancient Sumerian Annunaki and shapeshifter.
Saint Certitude believed strongly in life more than worldly vanities.
She was gentle to all and most gentle to other girls less advantaged as her.
Saint Certitude had many girlfriends she rescued from poverty.

Ladisalas had a pearl of beautiful wisdom to her copper body.
Her voice was like a hundred reeds rustling in the wind.
Her eyes were brown and darken with power.
Saint Certitude could feel herself leap inside as Ladisalas spoke.
"Do not tire in your stance. Let the movement pass through you." Ladisalas instructed.
Saint Certitude stood on one leg and held her foot.
Ladisalas guided her with her hands.

"Love of suffering marks the most perfect love," Ladisalas whispered to Saint Certitude.
Saint Certitude blushed as she felt a wetness in her yoga pants.
Ladisalas extended her serpent fangs and placed her venom into Saint Certitude's neck.
She was perfect in her obedience and mortification to the witch's venom.
Saint Certitude fell to her mat..
Ladisalas pulled off the young mage's clothes, revealing the Saints dual gender.
Saint Certitude was fully erect and transformed into a panther.
The witch and the Saint intertwined in passionate love, clawing and tearing at each other's flesh.

Reflecions~Is a God always good?


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