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Once you are made REAL

I, like the velveteen rabbit, have been made REAL. I have gone through the process of seeing my own truest self and nature. I know WHO I am, and that can never be taken from me.
I am a slave hearted submissive with a heart the size of the ocean and an emotional capacity wider than the sky.
I am a woman of Faith, though a believer of the truth and validity many religions.
I am a singer, a trained chef, and an amateur artist of no remarkable talent ^__^.
I am above all else; myself, the velveteen slave.
The Man who "made me Real" has moved on from the chapter of my life, however I will always remain with the deep and abiding understanding of who I am; for "once you are made real you can never be made unreal again."

This blog is a catalogue of my journey. It includes the lessons that I've learned while walking down my path. It serves to help me remember those lessons that I might retain them. It is my hope that it can provide insight to others as well, perhaps spark an understanding or a feeling of camaraderie.

~The Velveteen slave; Faith; His Mikayla{MstrJ}

*The girl accepted MstrJ's collar on 2/10/22 and her new name; Mikayla <3
2 years ago. Thursday, January 18, 2024 at 12:45 PM

There are times when I'm sitting here and I'm just overcome with gratitude for all that He is, and all that He has helped me through, over, and to accomplish. 

 

A very long time ago someone who was important to me was talking about Karma and I was a little sad, usually when we talk about Karma that way, it's a bad thing. Then He stopped me dead in my tracks and said: "My darling girl, what ever would make you think that? YOU are very likely the greatest GOOD I've ever been blessed to have. YOU are what rights the scales for all of the hell I've been through and back from." This is the same man who told me that there was nothing "Happy median" about me... (I'm balls to the walls, all in, cannonball style GERANIMO!" Two of the greatest compliments I've ever gotten... but now I know exactly what that man meant, because I'd turn exactly that sentiment around and say: "Yeah... and now I've found mine. The greatest Good I've ever been blessed with." 

I tell Him on occasion that I could not have dreamed Him up, or prayed for Him because I did not know He could exist. 

 

in 1 week I'll be in Vancouver waiting for my plane to get me HOME to His arms. 

 

His slaveMikayla

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