- Sophia Sound
(This is part of the story of Sophia Sound. She had a unique experience. There are aspects of her life that directly relate to the lives of other women all over the world. Unlike most people, she lived fully by her sharpened intuition, her empathic, psychic and many other gifts.)
Sophia Sound was notorious. She knew it, in a way, but never really thought about it. Her touch was famous. Men would pass secret messages recommending her throughout the neighborhoods she lived in. Whole cities knew of her, but somehow, she still had a low profile. She was not a guru, not a prostitute, she defied categories.
She was a mortal being, but her intuitive sight grew so deep that the men she explored with and shared intimacy with knew that they were at the mercy of her choices. If it were up to one of them, she would remain tethered and reigned in. But that was death to her. She must be free. She must be able to fly away at any moment.
Since she defied categories, she had no way to describe what she does. People are drawn to her but cannot put their finger on why. Some try to tell her anyway, using whatever words fall from their lips, not the perfect ones, not the ones that make the most sense. To her, all of this ends up sounding like excessive compliments and pillow talk, she has no way to really understand herself. She knows that their attempts at practically worshiping her were false mirrors, pseudo reflections of her. This seemed ridiculous to her.
It was her energy that soothed, her eyes that promised excitement, or just a simple, calm presence. She offered whatever you needed. That was her way, her service. The reputation she had was well earned. The men she meets are lacking genuine companionship. There is no question that they all come to her due to her deep sincerity, her ability to convey this time after time is legendary. The men are left wondering how one person can be capable of sharing the moments so casually, yet so consistently.
When she is by herself, her memories are rich. She thinks "At any moment, I could die happy, I have experienced more richness than is usually allotted one woman in a lifetime" She tilts her head back to the sky, drinking the clouds, drinking the stars. She exists only in heightened spaces. She exists in brightened spaces. There is nothing this truth, this light erases. Shadow is present in all things. And Light embraces all things. All is one.
(This is part of the story of Sophia Sound. She had a unique experience. There are aspects of her life that directly relate to the lives of other women all over the world. Unlike most people, she lived fully by her sharpened intuition, her empathic, psychic and many other gifts.)
Sophia Sound was notorious. She knew it, in a way, but never really thought about it. Her touch was famous. Men would pass secret messages recommending her throughout the neighborhoods she lived in. Whole cities knew of her, but somehow, she still had a low profile. She was not a guru, not a prostitute, she defied categories.
She was a mortal being, but her intuitive sight grew so deep that the men she explored with and shared intimacy with knew that they were at the mercy of her choices. If it were up to one of them, she would remain tethered and reigned in. But that was death to her. She must be free. She must be able to fly away at any moment.
Since she defied categories, she had no way to describe what she does. People are drawn to her but cannot put their finger on why. Some try to tell her anyway, using whatever words fall from their lips, not the perfect ones, not the ones that make the most sense. To her, all of this ends up sounding like excessive compliments and pillow talk, she has no way to really understand herself. She knows that their attempts at practically worshiping her were false mirrors, pseudo reflections of her. This seemed ridiculous to her.
It was her energy that soothed, her eyes that promised excitement, or just a simple, calm presence. She offered whatever you needed. That was her way, her service. The reputation she had was well earned. The men she meets are lacking genuine companionship. There is no question that they all come to her due to her deep sincerity, her ability to convey this time after time is legendary. The men are left wondering how one person can be capable of sharing the moments so casually, yet so consistently.
When she is by herself, her memories are rich. She thinks "At any moment, I could die happy, I have experienced more richness than is usually allotted one woman in a lifetime" She tilts her head back to the sky, drinking the clouds, drinking the stars. She exists only in heightened spaces. She exists in brightened spaces. There is nothing this truth, this light erases. Shadow is present in all things. And Light embraces all things. All is one.
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