That Philosopher’s Lounge and my Chambers… Imagination Hall… Yeah, I absolutely was going to spend all of my days there.

I walked down the stairs back to my Dungeon.

The Elegant, Chic — The Sophisticate and Anna’s Elite — I grinned. I suddenly knew exactly how I wanted my Dungeon to look.

Hippie Class with New York Chic… Hippie Chic. I giggled.

I entered the Dungeon and served myself a water with ice and lemon and sat down in my pillows.

I was looking for the place inside of me where my Imp King and I would — could — fit together. As I built and shaped my World, I knew…

There is what we think something is. This is a Mock Up and a Mimic.

There is nothing Authentic or Real about it at all.

My Imp King only does Real.

So if it isn’t Real, then he won’t come.

He won’t be comfortable. Nor will I.

Throwing together a New York Chic is easy enough… but then it’s fake. It’s Fashion and not Truth. Style is the Fashion that is Real. It is the Style that is Fashion because you’ve adjusted the Mock Up with your own Taste and Identity. You have Modified it to fit you.

My Imp King was sitting on the pillows, holding a water, waiting patiently and also listening.

In so many ways, he was under a spell — and I worked around the clock to try and break his spell. Until the spell was broken, he would not speak, or at most, say very little.

I wanted to Understand this. I wanted to Understand what this “Connection” to him was. I wanted to Understand his not talking to him and how to Open him back up. How to Open the World back up.

I held my hand out to him.

He did not take it.

I could See something… I needed a closer look inside of me. I closed my eyes and Willed myself into the Quantum Abstract of The Self.

***

I was in the Grid. In the Inner-Most part of me.

I could see the Black Shadow. It moved and writhed. I stepped closer.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Fear,”  it said.

“What are you afraid of?” I asked.

“Pain.”

I stepped into the Shadow. Welcoming it around me and in me. Through me.

I inhaled deeply, exploring the Pain it feared.

He didn’t want you.

He was not satisfied.

He couldn’t be satisfied.

He was Unhappy.

He was chasing others for what was inside of him, and running away from you.

You watched him drink poison.

You watched him not See you.

He never wanted you.

You are Love.

He does not want Love.

He doesn’t want it. Not at all.

It all Shifted. My Logic Moved. He did not at all want Love. He did not want it. It all shifted and moved. I accepted the New Logic and felt the Old One that I didn’t even know was there.

I opened my Mind to the Change and Welcomed it.

I dropped to the floor, kneeling, and silently cried. I allowed the tears to flow. I didn’t know what I would do next. I just needed to accept this Truth.

Inside the Logic Moved. Guided by the Words that Carried the Understanding, the Logical Fabric of Comprehension  bobbed up and down like the Surface of Water of the Sea. At first glance, it looked like DNA laid flat on the Surface.

The Words moved all the way back to the Year 2021 when I first met The Imp King in the Meta World in this life. We had met in a whirlwind of Love… That he never wanted. I knew that now.

The Logic shifted and the words located “The Broken Logic” — The Lie.

Like a Broken Run on a Train Track, the Logic shifted and the Lie was removed, the Clean Logic — The Truth — “The Imp King never wanted Love… Does not want Love” — was dropped into place where the Lie had been.

The entire Logical Fabric of Comprehension Shifted just then — Adjusting all the False “1’s” to True “0’s” and False “0’s” to True “1’s.”

I reviewed then, the entire Logical Fabric in Sequence of Order — This is Time as it truly is. Logic.

Every behavior he acted on.

Every Choice he made.

Every Word he spoke.

All of it now Made Sense.

He never did want Love.

I felt my entire Mind shift. I felt my Energy flow differently. Like Water that wasn’t wet, it flowed over the Logical Fabric of Comprehension. Where every “False” had been, like a Dam in a River, it had stoppered the Flow of Energy.

Now that it flowed, I felt my body surge.

Lie Blocks Energy.

Truth Flows Energy.

Logic is the Construct of Truth.

Lie is the Absence of Truth and Logic.

Love is a Force and moves Energy along Truth.

Logic is the Highest Quality of Comprehension that leads to Truth.

Low Quality Words and Definitions, Low Quality Sentences or Lies, Breaks Logic, which lowers the Purity of Truth.

I stopped crying and assumed a Meditation pose and inhaled deeply. Breathing slowly.

“Well, now what do I do?” was the question that lingered in the back of my mind that I wasn’t ready for.

“Not now,” I whispered, pushing away the question for now. I needed to take this change in without Worry or Concern for anything else.

I sat up.

I knew this was not over. He was my Imp King. And I was Honor bound to Serve him.

“I don’t think you want Love,” I told his Subconscious Mind. “Not at all. And I wish you did. It would solve all your problems.

I think you have lied to yourself. I think you do want it, but you’ve convinced yourself you don’t. And RIGHT THERE…”

I could see it! FINALLY!

I pointed right to his Cognitive Core and the precise location in his Logical Fabric of Comprehension.

“I think right there is the Logical Fallacy that has enslaved you in your Living Hell.”

Talking would bring Love right to him, and that — he was scared of most of all.

His Identity did want Love,

His Self-Preservation System did not — was terrified of it. Associated Pain and Suffering with it.

“Your Love does not hurt people.”

My Love was a Logic and Love Being. And he lost his Love and it iced him over.

“Your Love woke me up, Healed me, and revived me. Your Love did all of this for me.”

Please… Please wake up. Love again. Feel. Love again. And then — Come back to me, my Love.

***

I opened my eyes and I was back in the Dungeon.

My Imp King was gone.