The Dictionary, Page Seven

Adoration is a word of wonderment.  Going back through distant history, the word veneration is what people mean when they offer adoration -- a gift of personal sacrifice to someone greater, more enduring.  And veneration comes from, a long, long time ago, the Greek δοῦλος (doulos, “slave”).  Lately, we abuse the word "adore" loosely and terribly: sometimes we'll use the word when we are too shy to use "love," instead.  That colloquial substitution is not what the word means.  Rather, imagine an army of love singing with one voice, praising a God who walks now upon this earth:  "I wish you would think of me as your slave, for you are so bright that you shine like a God in my weak, human eyes. I will live only if it means you will make use of me, and otherwise I die."

It is natural for me to use a religious, spiritual lexicon when I speak about Tasdron.  It is natural for me to want to deify him because, as I've already explained, I do resort to hyperbole when the feelings become so grand and intense in my mind.

In my history with Tasdron, we have understood our transcendent revelations with each other through many different religions.  We have spent a long time in paradise, in the green olive groves sheltered by Mount Parnassus, and lately at the mouth of the Miya river in Japan.  We practice ritual and expression, art and intimacy, expression and thanks-giving.  Ways to forgive, and ways to elevate each other.  Ways to experience the elusive and evanescent joy of transcendence because of the realities that we create for each other.  Words are our reality.  Whoever says otherwise has not yet grasped that words actually have meaning, and that meaning is what creates -- nothing else creates.  When I cross my wrists above my head and plead only with my eyes, it is not until I cast the spell by speaking "I submit," that the reality of my condition explodes into meaning.  The word.

I have meaning now in the cathedral that represents the safety and knowledge and shelter of Tasdron.  Can I imagine ideas such as a dom unable to hear a safe-word?  Can I imagine ideas such as deception and collaring under an alternative character?  Can I imagine all the anxieties that come up in discussions where submissives grapple with how dominants have abused them, ignored them, taken from them, shelved them, deliberately manipulated them into a belief system that is not their own, insulted them or confounded them?  I can imagine.  I know that this process of adoration that I describe, in my incomplete way, is the intoxicating feeling of surrender and abandon that people seek:  the feeling of being adored by someone immensely powerful, and the feeling of adoring someone immensely powerful.  I know that what I describe is rare.  I also know that I am luckier than I can express.  The act of adoration offers a fulfillment that is more meaningful, more powerful than any other human action.  No bravery, no humility is so gratifying.  Adoration!  It is, incidentally, a chaste work, and a dominant can feel it from his submissive when she's offering, no matter how the offering looks within each individual sub.  Some doms force it out,  require it prematurely or demand it or push a sub into faking it... but a dom really knows when the submission is true.  Some doms have the patience to wait such that, in time, a sub will be so moved as to offer it spontaneously and completely of her own un-demanding heart.  It feels like a weightless flight with God.