I am finally back at my apartment after a long 24-hour romp with Kate and Keren, and I need a full intravenous infusion of vitamins, minerals, and electrolytes to fully recover from our raucous love festival. The bond of affection and the soul-tie between us was so powerful, complete, and perfect that I made a vow to myself on this day, Monday the 29th of August 1994, that I would never again indulge in a folie à trois. My cup of desire is now full; my hunger for conquest is subdued, and my allocation of sexual exploration has been fulfilled.
The summer of 1994 gifted me with several pairings of women that were the epitome of raucous, unhindered, licentious self-indulgence. Geneviève, a lovely surprise gift from Madame Élise, was the first ‘third-person’ who induced this Bacchic triumvirate of three lovely souls. Madame Élise dispatched Geneviève with Claudia one fine evening in July, and this initial surprise encounter led to overwhelming inquisitiveness, prompting many more encounters in a short period.
The next pairing of two women was intentional, with Kate and Clarice on two separate contiguous evenings during the same weekend, which was pure polyamorous indulgence driven by internal eroticism and a hedonistic spirit of decadence hearkening back to the zeitgeist of ancient Babylon. Immediately after the Kate and Clarice weekend affair came a surprise pairing of Kate and Claudia by a synchronistic chance meeting at the Argo bookstore, the morning after Kate and I left Clarice’s apartment while walking home. After the three of us met, we got together for dinner that evening, and an overnight encounter ensued that was lovely, highly erotic, and memorable.
I so much enjoyed my time with Kate and Claudia, and this memory still simmers in my mind and will never leave me. A couple of weeks later, Madame Élise and I went away on a weekend trip to a countryside resort, where we met a mysterious woman named Enheduanna and another surprise guest in our suite, leaving me in total ontological shock. The final love ritual between Kate, Keren, and me was the capstone of folie à trois love affairs and would remain so for the rest of my life as I vowed never to subject myself to such opulent decadence again.
I reached a physical, moral, and spiritual limit towards the end of my encounter with Kate and Keren that was in part because of the expansion of my consciousness by the psychedelic-pharmakia-induced euphoria of the honey mixture that was used in our love affair. Keren, being a talented chemist and avatar of Aphrodite, was adept at ritual lovemaking, and she changed my worldview and outlook on life forever.
The love and physical healing that were gifted to me during the summer of 1994 exorcised the spirit of lust and desire that had been plaguing me since I was three years old. A spell and a Hermetic seal that were placed upon me by my birth-mother, who was skilled in this area of divination, were fractured.
The intensity of the eroticism combined with the love, beauty, and affection afforded by all of my partners, but especially Kate and Keren, forever repelled the horde of spirits that was weighing me down once the seal and the spell were shattered. I had a realization that it was time to refuse the compulsive desire for sexual healing and gratification and begin the process of slow withdrawal from the illusion of proximity and false sense of emotional intimacy that comes with using the services of escorts.
There are three distinct behavioral loops that I wanted to interrupt before they became too deeply rooted. The biological drive of sex and attraction, the emotional need of validation and relieving loneliness (oxytocin surge), and the intermittent loop of microtransactions causing a dopamine hit and an addictive positive feedback loop in my brain.
Escort agencies are purpose-built to map human vulnerabilities, loneliness, and neurochemistry directly onto cash payments, driven by a craving for external validation, parasocial warmth, and a willingness to trade attention for variable dopamine-oxytocin hits in the brain. My conscious will took hold of the reins of power after my awareness was freed from its opaque veil, allowing me to come to my senses and put a damper on this licentious erotic behavior.
My new goal was to tame my sexual behavior to a manageable state, exhibit moral restraint, and invoke self-discipline from this day forward. I had a sudden realization that I was trauma-bonded to the behavior of seeking gratification, adulation, and validation through sexual conquest and overindulgence in actions that truly require thoughtful modulation, control, and supreme reverence.
My human container, which most people call a body, has emotional limitations and innate boundaries that I must delineate, define, and maintain accordingly. Sharp curbs against overindulgence in behaviors that induce large amounts of hormones, neurotransmitters, and other potent endocrine and exocrine responses can lead to addiction, affliction, suffering, and outright madness if not restrained by willful discipline, mindfulness, and self-denial via asceticism.
In my memoirs, I specifically chose the term “folie à trois” instead of “ménage à trois” to define my triumvirate sexual encounters, because of the potential for madness that such indulgences can induce if not checked, but technically, both terms apply. I truly enjoyed myself immensely, and I worked feverishly to please my partners and treat them with reverence and love.
I have recently learned that my body, brain, and nervous system record and temporarily store my life experiences in their vast microtubule network, present in every cell and structure of the body. These microtubules contain EZ-water, which plays a role in information storage and processing before forwarding these memory-trace packets in a complex biophysical pathway that also involves bidirectional quantum entanglement with my indigo-soul, which lives in an eleven-dimensional domain outside the space-time continuum, as described in previous chapters. My human container can easily summon the spontaneous recall of memories as long as I remain consciously alert and aware of my ability to control their upwelling.
I know how to do this through a skill that requires training and years of practice. After careful reflection on my life experiences during the summer of 1994, I realized I must curb my sensual desires and begin doing so slowly, but with a definite resolve to resume a normal pattern of intimate relations with women. I must now live with the sultry memories, feelings, thoughts, and physical imprints that were evoked by my participation in the love-soaked, highly erotic encounters described in my memoirs for the rest of my life. These memories are a heavy burden that warrants a mild post-traumatic stress response and subsequent anxiety from time to time.
In the absence of love and the associated physical and emotional stimuli provided by a relationship with a lovely woman, mild emotional trauma occurs because of the withdrawal of touch, physical presence, affection, infatuation, and the intoxication that genuine burning desire between willing partners generates.
Losing the pleasurable dopamine-inducing reinforcement of these behaviors, which is so powerfully addictive, adds a dimension of suffering that is akin to grieving and loss. There is a tremendous cost, both spiritual and physical, to the behavioral phenomena of high-intensity sexual relations that involve deep love, soul-ties, and genuine affection.
Loving someone instantly means grief will follow, and sometimes people experience superimposed grief while they enjoy the love given to them prior to it being withdrawn or lost forever. To grieve is to love, and to love means that we will grieve, and the two are the same if you think about it closely. My readers should know that I could not fully write my memoirs for many years because of the powerful feelings evoked by the conscious recall of the lovely summer of 1994 and everything that happened to me before that time in my life.
I could only attempt to write this memoir because I was in a period of voluntary celibacy and abstinence from sexual relations. As of the year 2026, I will have completed eleven years of celibacy and fasting from the delicious delights offered by women and the subsequent innate biochemical addiction that follows such love-soaked encounters. This level of abstinence took decades of preparation and a slow tapering-off process before drawing this hard line of thinking, and this all began after my last romp with Kate and Keren, ending the threesomes during the summer of 1994.
In 1991, I began my journey in Christianity thanks to a lovely woman named Teresa, whom I met while working as an IT consultant at a national employment firm in Dallas. She gave me a Bible and introduced me to the Book of John, and in August 1991, while sitting in a computer room alone, I outwardly declared, “Father God, I believe you when you say that I should accept your son Jesus, and I accept Him as you have said and will follow Him.” A spirit, the Holy Spirit, immediately took me over, and this began my long journey of being pruned and whittled down to a bare stump to be rebuilt later on, some two decades in the future.
It turns out that I would not be baptized and join the Elect until April 11, 2009, so everything that happened to me before my baptism and acceptance into the Roman Catholic Church in 2009 meant that I was vulnerable. Even though I knew about Jesus and basic biblical commandments, Kate and I would continue our love affair, but no more calls to Madame Élise requesting one of her girls would come from me again.
This great revelation and decision came to me while I was sitting on my balcony high above the city streets of Montréal, recovering from my wonderful time with Kate and Keren and mentally preparing our plans to take down a vicious, shape-shifting ancient evil entity named Remiel. My shadow operations team members previously surveilled and scoped out a known location.
On this ancient site, builders of doom constructed a trans-dimensional portal in the 17th century in the mysterious city of Montréal. The portal’s construction begins by designating a specific location as a probability space, a circle of finite radius, oriented parallel to the downward force of gravity relative to the surface of the ground on which we stand.
The circle, if it were made of steel, would stand straight up and be perpendicular to the level ground it is resting upon. You can imagine this space as a two-dimensional ring of steel standing on the ground, beginning to spin counter-clockwise at such speed that the ring becomes invisible, making the space a three-dimensional sphere.
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