The 9 Service Languages | Intensive Session Wrap Up Thoughts

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On Sunday, I wrapped up my first small group FULL INTENSIVE workshop that spanned 6+ hours over the course of 2 days. Anyone who has sat through my Intro class knows, The 9 Service Languages is a fucking BIG IDEA! When I first launched my class, I naively believed it could be tackled in a typical 90-minute or 2-hour session. I quickly learned that was impossible and that few platforms (cons, orgs, mtgs) had the ability to hold space for me and attendees to get DEEP in the weeds of WIITWD as it relates to Service. I am PROFOUNDLY HONORED that @S-O-C—the Service Oriented Conference—reached out to me earlier this year to be a part of their inaugural Intensive Program. They were the perfect partner with the perfect target audience for an Intensive of The 9 Service Languages of Authority Transfer Relationships/Dynamics. The session allowed me to work with a small group as we got our hands dirty, dissecting where, when, how, and why we do Service and considered ways to adjust, tweak, evol...
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My Religion

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I remained silent.  As they took turns speaking, their words faded to background noise, and I held up my own Truth to my mind's eye and gazed at it in fearless acknowledgement.

Yes, I see.  I know.

Even there, surrounded by those who shared at least some version of my proclivities, it seemed unlikely my own Beliefs would find many companions.  I hadn't been hopeful - merely curious.  I long ago accepted in myself what I can so rarely express to anyone who can understand.  Though I have let my Truth flicker in the ether at times.

My Religion?  I bask, bath, am baptized in the Spiritual essence found only at the Divine intersection of a soul deep connection, pure, authentic BDSM, and raw hedonistic sex.  There...in those moments...I am free of the chains of this world and become one with the Holy Existence of Life and all that beautiful energy of the Universe.  There...in those moments...I find Grace.

I am Grace.

I am Everything and nothing.
I am Life and death.
I am Heaven and hell.

I do not question the vibrant Power that pulses through me.  I simply surrender its stunning clarity and Transcendence.

Some play.  Some dabble.  Few step up to the Altar to spill their souls.  I seek out that intensity.  I have no desire to lap at the edges of fulfillment.  I need to burn in the sweet fire of BDSM and sex, so that my world is aglow.  Without its light feeding the roots of my soul I am a fraction of myself.

The local scene is where I congregate to share/give/receive knowledge and understanding.  My M/s Rituals offer me moments in my day to Pray to the Truth of me.  My Owner is my Minister leading me to unique opportunities of Worship.  And Pain?  Pain is my Sacrifice to a Greater Power than myself.

Blasphemy?  ~shrug~  I can no more change who and what I am than I can change the phases of the ethereal moon in the sultry night sky.

This is my Providence.
~DominaKat

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