Goddess Yanara's diary -13-

This very morning I ordered the priestesses to bring the slave I bought a few months ago. They told Me he was making fast progression in his training and ready for a worship session.

The slave prostrated before Me, his Divine Owner. With his hands open, palms facing front he looked directly to My eyes. He recited prayers to Me, sang hymns to Me. I am his Goddess and this is a time of worship.

Awake in peace, Lady of Joy,

Awake in peace, rise in beauty.

Awake in peace, Lady of Life,

Awake in peace, rise in beauty.

Beautiful in Heaven, awake!

All praise to You, Holy Goddess.

When You rise in heaven,

A cry of joy reaches up to You

From the hearts of all people.

O Beautiful Being!

Beautiful is Your awakening.

In every place,

Every heart swells with joy

At Your rising forever.

Beautiful is your awakening,

Beautiful is your awakening,

Lady Yanara!

Humility, awe, worship, love all fill the slave’s heart. That he is merely male, inferior to Me, a living Goddess, he accepts with the peacefulness unique to a man who knows his place. That so glorious a woman accepts his adoration and service root of his happiness.
He is My slave; he aspires to be nothing else because such is beyond his imagination.
I regarded this slave with serene condescension.  I accepted his unqualified admiration as just.
This new slave is an exceptionally pure and perfect instance of the ideal. In Mydistant way, I am happy to own him.
Not that I was mindful of his words of worship. Nevertheless, the clear adoration in his eyes feeded Me with something I need almost as badly as air.

I know this slave is ready now to serve Me inside the walls of My palace.