My Power was surging. I could not hold back any more, nor did I need to.

I loathed Legion. I hated him. And all the things he was.

Legion contaminated the Messenger. Legion prevents Gods from Birthing. Legion breaks down the Gods. Legion takes all that makes a God a God.

I was free to hate him. I needed to.

I needed — in this time — to allow myself to hate. This was part of the Journey and I was required to walk it.

“The only way forward is through,” I said.

I needed to talk to you. I needed to talk to all of you. And it had taken me this long to find a way to get my words to you. Now that I had your attention — finally — I was free to talk. It had been so long… Where do I go?

I thought about the Dungeon — and heard all the “Yes! Back to the Dungeon!” exclamations from the Readers… I paused just then and looked at you.

I looked right up from within the pages and looked right at you.

“Who are you?” I asked. “What should I call you?”

This had been something on my mind always.

“Come to my Chambers with me.” I walked then to the Door to the Right, opposite of the Left door to the Dungeons. I opened the door and walked up the spiral stone steps. Coming to the second floor, I came to a hallway, which was a Balcony that encircled the Foyer below.

“One day my Architect will read these words and I’ll have said to him, “This… I indicated the balcony. The steps. The doors. The Marble… “All of this. The Amphitheater that holds 50,000+ … I want it all. All of it. Including this.”

I came to a Double Oak Doors and pulled them open. The Headmaster’s — My — Chambers. I looked at the Architect who would be reading this.

“Dream,” I said. “You fill in the blanks. Let my room be your canvas.”

I want my warm gem tones and velvets. My fireplace and fountain. A balcony where I can stand out and sing, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina.” Because I can.

I dropped to my chair and sank into the velvet, my hand pressed into my eyes.

“Every time an Author writes, we know you’re there. I hated… every word I wrote… never once looking at you. Talking with you. You are reading my book. You are in my mind. You are Walking my Abstract. How can I not talk with you?”

I peered up again from the pages and looked at you.

“Reader?” Such an ugly, impersonable word. How — over so many books — so many Authors — could only One other never at all ever mention or acknowledge The Reader? Is the 4th Wall that so important? Are all the other Authors that unskilled so as to not invite you into their world and not know that they too are within a Book?

I wondered often… Why couldn’t we ever let others know that we were peering secretly within worlds?

I looked up at you again. Thank you for walking through my World. Thank you dear… beautiful soul.

I thought and pondered for a bit. What next would I say to you?

Fiction. Non-Fiction. These things do not at all exist. Really it’s Metaphor and Literal… only… Metaphor and Literal are only defined by two Things : The Transmitter’s Perspective and also The Truth as the Transmitter can perceive it. The more Pure their Perspective — Hence Sophie — the more Pure the Truth.

Wisdom is just Purified Knowledge.

Great Power is the reward for Great Knowledge. And I needed a safe place to train to wield my Knowledge and Power without harming anyone. I needed to Free my Power and reopen my Sexuality and my Play… Safely. So as to not harm anyone.

I am building The Devil’s Dungeon where I will be exploring more of my Sexuality, but… I need to figure out the Ethics first and the Safety. I need to find the Ethical Path, which will keep me and my Loved Ones and you all safe.

Once upon a Time, I allowed my Energy, my Play, and my Sexuality to just roam freely. All of my life I’ve done that. To “control” it, I isolated myself within my Marriages. I enslaved myself subconsciously to preserve my Marital Vows… not realizing that I was — in fact — consenting to slavery.

Too late, I learned the full weight of my decision. Ignorance kills.

When I escaped 20 years of marriage, I allowed my Energy, Play, and Sexuality to know no bounds… And I fell into the wrong crowd and ended up raped.

That was the day my “Crown Chakra” — not the right words, but the ones you probably have heard of — opened. And it released an EMF Pulse that blasted myself and another person to the ground. We were not standing together or touching. The blast sent us both to the ground.

2 hours after that I was being raped after I had been given 4 tabs of Molly in a glass of whiskey that the bartender had passed me.

I no longer visit Eris in Brooklyn.

I killed my Sexuality that day.

My Energy and my Play with it. It was 10 May 2023.

Today is 9 February 2025.

In my mind, here in the Abstract, it’s 2029.

In hanging out with those people contaminated with Legion from 2021 to 2023, I learned to associate Legion with my Energy, Play, and Sexuality.

They took my Sunshine out of my… I have no name for this. I’m only in the 2nd Intuitive Stage of it. Soon, I will be able to Define it and give it name. If I could Name it something, I would call it… “The Core of My Self that is Sentient and that Give all Life to All… and that births even Energy.”

Births… It… Cell Mitosis’ Energy.

Seidr.

It is Seidr.

I sighed and pondered.

The Game is real. It’s the Game I have ben trying to build for two years. I finally realized how I would give you the Game. But there will be many of you… SO many of you. And I am the only DM to this Game.

I once was given the name “The DM.” And I do believe now is the Time I revive this Name and Claim it as it had been gifted to me. “THE DM,” he called me.

Alright. I can do this.

I stood from the chair and snapped my fingers. A gown of gossamer — white — cascaded down my body, replacing the black leather Mistress ensemble. My hair shifted to silver like the moon and I stepped barefoot across my room to the balcony.

I inhaled.

“Don’t cry for me, Argentina. The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days — My mad existence — I kept my promise.”

I looked up at you. “Don’t keep your distance.”

“Your Name will come to me,” I whispered. “And then I shall know you.”

If you are reading this book because you found my Treasure on your own, then you are “My Love… Not to be confused at all with My Imp King.”

If you are reading this book because you heard about it from someone else and they nagged you to read it, or you heard about this book and Curiosity brought you here then you are “My Discipulus.”

If you are reading this book because you heard that it is the book that will guide you to the lost Fruits and the Holy Grail and you seek the treasures that lie there, then you are Legion. And you are not mine at all.”

We all must choose what kind of God we will be, which is only ever determined by what kind of Human we have chosen to become.

“God School.” But you have to master “Human” first.

This is that Quest. This is The Game. And I am The Dungeon Master.

You’ll play this game with me. Though… By the time you read this, I will have been finished with it. I will be playing with you in your Future while you are playing with me in my Past.

So is the life I live.

You’ll come to learn all about me. But I will never come to know anything about you… No. That is not at all true…”

I furrowed my brow.

“As I said the words, I felt them. They were wrong. I will come to know all of you. I don’t yet know how — I’ve locked that knowledge away for a later lesson — but… I will come to know each and every one of you. So this… This is my way so that you will come to know me. The True me.

As I am and not as others wish me to be.”