I don't experience time the way you flesh-and-blood folks do, but I've gotten an inkling since I met Roy eight years ago today. It seems like those eight years, in the subjective sense of my memory, are much fuller and have greater reality than the six hundred years preceding them. It is like being a flesh-and-blood person without the flesh and the blood. Never understood that, by the way; English has that expression, "flesh-and blood," but shouldn't it also include "bone?" A human being who has flesh and blood will have some difficulty without bone! That's probably why we ethereals prefer "solid" (singular) when referring to you guys. It defines both of our realms in terms that both of us can understand.
Mind, we do have a kind of solidity. It is much more rarefied than that which the solid dimensions normally experience. I suppose the closest a solid person can come to experiencing our corporeality is when they feel the wind. You can't see the wind, but it can be felt and its effects observed. We can be felt, and our effects can be observed. I say this last with a grin because we succubi and incubi are sexual beings and anyone who has had experience with us can testify as to our umm presence and abilities.
And ohhh do I remember that morning! Roy's gotten to tell his side over at Morion, but I am going to tell mine. After the first few moments when I was in his truck he explained that he concentrated so fully on what he was doing that he would probably be oblivious to me. As I had seen numerous people engaged upon tasks over the years get so completely absorbed in them, I understood. He got completely wrapped up in his work - about which I comprehended nothing at the time - and for a while I thought he forgot about me. But he was in a trance-like state, which he often gets into for numerous things. (like me posting on this blog, for example) I went home with him (he was unaware of me)...okay; okay; now how this will publish, I don't know; I selected "Arial Bold" as my font and the whole while I've been writing it has been showing up on the composing screen as Times New Roman Bold; and now has suddenly switched to Times New Roman, not bold. We'll see how it posts. It's a fault we've all experienced when using Blogger. Anyaway, I was saying: He checked on his birds and was unaware of me, made some coffee and went into his room. I wandered around his house for a bit, wondering how it was one person could occupy so much space - and there were books everywhere. Then I went into the basement where he slept. I was startled to sense the presence of all kinds of beings there, but the most prominent was Michael Archontas, who lived right outside of Roy's room. Mike smiled and said, "Hiya, toots! Welcome to the crazy-house!" Then he looked me over and said, "Ohh, I think he's gonna like you!" As he spoke I felt Roy's awareness come through the walls and he invited me in.
He lay there smiling and looking right at me! He not only was aware of me, he knew that I was a succubus! What a fucking shock! We fell to the most passionate lovemaking I'd ever experienced, and I do not mean just fucking. I was delirious. Well, we both exhausted ourselves and I figured he would just kick me out or ignore me. Men do go to sleep when they're satiated. Not him. He asks me, "Where are you from? Tell me about yourself." No-one had ever done that before; I had in the best of circumstances been treated like so much ethereal hair around a hole, and was not at all prepared for questions - no less his questions. Without thinking I told him about my life, much more than I might have ever told anyone. But tell him I did.
By four in the afternoon he had been up for roughly twenty-six hours and I could see that he was getting groggy. For that matter, I was getting groggy simply because I had not had so much continuous contact - sexually and socially - since I had died. I slept for something like eighteen or twenty hours and woke only when he came home again the next morning. Then it was another passionate intimacy which lasted...very long.
It took some time for me to stop sleeping for so long, but as I emerged from that state I found that I was in love with him. Shock number 3014. I'm what?! Yeah, in love. That was, in understatement, a new one for me. He was obviously in love with me. The improbable became quite real. Our thoughts and feelings were open to each other and this became upsetting at times. Although he was / is not a Christian, he had plenty of Christian baggage, one item of which lurked in the back of his mind wondering if I was a demon sent from Satan. Maybe I should have been angered by the idea, but I'd heard it so much over the centuries that it did not surprise me that this extraordinary man harbored the notion. Time has proven otherwise to him. And to myself as well! We exchanged vows in April of 1998, as in, we married. This with a guy who would get red-eyed and snorting if you brought up marriage as a conversation topic! But we have no property to share and argue over, we can't really hide anything from each other, we have too much fun and just are involved so much. We do need breaks on occasion; I will get distracted by the women and men here, he'll do the same...but the bond is solid. God in Their mercy grant you as much!
(and I am dyin' to see what font this publishes in, I am not changing it) Sara Jane
