LITMIR.BIZ

      chapter 11

      B.E.T.A.A.H.F. V.2

      Beyond Earth Time, at a Higher Frequency

       Visit 2

      Author’s Note

      We could have mentioned this at your first glimpse of the higher-frequency realm, but Deuce was having such fun that we hated to interrupt. We do want to preface this visit, however, with the following points of clarification.

      “Heavenly” beings live at a much higher frequency, and although their bodies may be recognizable in a somewhat-earthly form, they do not possess the same physical attributes. Their senses and perception are very different, allowing for a different awareness. Thoughts produce immediate results and are undisguisable, unlike earthly cerebrations which are often concealed with considerable finesse. Everyone shares an energy link, enabling instant “communication” and understanding without words, as well as the ability to be at multiple “locations” simultaneously. Time and space are artificial human constructs which do not exist at heavenly frequencies. With that in mind, heaven becomes not as much a place, or physical location, as it is a state of consciousness. For the purposes of this story, we have given the characters, including God, more “human” characteristics than they actually have, just to be able to write about them in terms that we all understand. Most of your contemporary religions have anthropomorphized God, reducing the divine essence to an entity with human behavior, which is artificially limiting. Our intent is for you to realize that God is far beyond any human characterizations, more like an energy field of absolute, unconditional love. The dialogue that we attribute to God is a storytelling convenience only. Likewise, although we characterize heaven as a higher frequency—a higher level of consciousness, if you will—some human terms descriptive of space and time are unavoidable.

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      Deuce was ready for a change. “Enough of this English country manor stuff,” he conceded. “I’ve had quite enough of castles, horseback riding, and life in the country. It’s time for something totally different…I think I would like to be a woman for a while! I’ve always wondered what that would feel like,” he grinned somewhat mischievously, as he began the imago process.

      Let’s see…how about a nice, sunny beach on a warm tropical island? Crystal clear water, pure white sand…oh, it feels so good between my toes! What color should my hair be? Hmmm…they say blondes have more fun, but also call them ‘dumb blondes’. Maybe the two go hand in hand. Ok, I’ll give it a shot. Shoulder length, slightly wavy blond hair—that’s good! And the skin? Gotta be golden tanned, like I swim in the ocean regularly, right? Have to be athletic—slim, fairly tall, and in excellent shape. Hmmm…speaking of shape, may as well go for the gusto! I’d like about a 40-24-36 figure with big luscious breasts, a slim waist, and nicely curving hips! It’s hard to imagine breasts being too big…I wonder if 40 inches is enough? Don’t want to topple over in the sand, though. 40’s probably ok. Just so they jiggle when I walk and show lots of cleavage when I bend over. Always wondered what that would feel like! I’m sure I would like to run in the surf, though, so they can’t weigh me down too much!

      Of course, I’ll be topless—if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? For now, I think I’ll just be lying in a beach lounger, watching the waves. It can be one of those European-type beaches too, even on an island. I want a fair number of men and women around to impress with my body, though. A gorgeous, topless tanned babe should do the trick for that! I’d like to feel a little sexually titillated too…get a little buzz goin’ here!

      Guess I’ll need some tiny bikini bottoms—maybe just a string around my waist and between my buttocks with a little triangle of tropical orange-and-yellow fabric in front. Of course my vaginal area will be completely shaved—I know that wasn’t “in” when I was on Earth, but hey, it is now, so why not?—with just a small triangle of very white skin covered by my teeny bikini! Ummm…I’m getting excited already! I’ll have on shades and some sort of beach hat, no doubt drinking a piña colada as well…maybe my second or third…becoming even more loose now. I’ll slowly slip my hand under my bikini and begin to stroke myself just a little. Wow! That feels better than I imagined it would! Ummmm…I start to feel the juices flow and taste them on my finger—oh, this is good! An intoxicating mixture of sexual juices and coconut oil! The sun is warm…I close my eyes, listen to the surf, run my fingers back under my bikini, and just savor the sensations. With my eyes shut, I fantasize about a tall, slim, heavily tanned surfer walking up beside me. I know he’s watching, but that just adds to the pleasure. I stroke myself rhythmically now and gently moan as he kneels down beside me. He leans over and sucks on my erect nipples, grasping each breast alternately, kneading them like pastry dough between his fingers, and bends down to further tantalize my nipples with his tongue and lips. Oh my god, the sensations from my groin are indescribable! I arch my back and moan with pleasure—my fingers stroke faster and faster. I’m going to come…I’m coming!…

      “Deuce!”

      “Oh, what’s that? Just at the absolute pinnacle of ecstasy! Who’s calling my name? Uh-oh…”

      Deuce’s awareness was suddenly filled with the presence of God. This probably doesn’t look too good, he thought to himself, realizing his somewhat-compromised position, but then he remembered…everything is good here. There’s nothing wrong with sex

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