Encounters With The Goddess

There is no way to explain it, nor is there any way to deny it. The most powerful goddesses on planet Earth are invariably to be found at the Brea Mall in the utterly forgettable province of Brea, California. Where they come from, I have no idea. But come they do. Another despotic beauty put my life on hold today. At first I was sure I was merely in the throes of a daydream, but as my eyes locked onto her, that familiar and wonderful sensation of electrocution coursed through me and my weakened brain took quick stock of the details.

She was a first level Voluptua, around 210 lbs, I would guess, with olive complexion and long, rippling waves of dark brown hair streaked artfully with medium blonde highlights. Her face was round and gorgeous and as she walked haughtily along, talking animatedly on her cell phone, she looked this way and that exuding a truly regal bearing and confidence. She wore a scandalously short knit skirt which displayed a mind-crunching pair of bare legs; plump, shapely, and powerful in the extreme. Her stylish sky-scraper pumps gave her a polished, professional look and it occurred to me that she probably worked somewhere in this very mall. Since I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight (for as long as possible anyway) I hoped against hope that she might be returning to her place of employment after a large and satisfying lunch.

As she was coming toward me when I first laid eyes on her, I had to turn around after she passed in order to follow her. Walking behind her now, my mouth went dry watching her miraculous big ass gyrate from side to side and those marvelous chubby legs jiggle with every imperious stride she took. Along the way almost everyone she encountered took notice. The men all turned to check her out, many braving certain warfare by doing so with their wives at their sides. Young women glared at her with envy and the older ones stopped to regard her scornfully, even hatefully, stung by the awareness that this was her day, and that their own was long past. All this was simply proof positive to me that I was among the fortunate few, daring to live in awareness of the true reality and the true spirituality, and knowing this concretely, for lo she walked but a few precious feet before me. The rest were the incorrigible heathen that litter the earth with their pathetic inauthentic existences. Never will they see the light. Oh well.

Unfortunately, my dream of discovering where she worked would be dashed as she walked directly to the closest employee exit and left. That, at least, was a good sign, I thought. Granted, regular shoppers leave that way too sometimes, but the confidence with which she pushed through those swinging doors gave me the distinct impression that this was a familiar routine for her. I felt elated. She had given me my glimpse of the divine for the day, and if she did work here, I would make it my business to discover where. For now, I had no doubt that she was on her way to wreak some measure of unimaginable damage on some lowly, unsuspecting male with those battering rams she had for legs and that glorious goddess's ass. The Devil help the poor bastard, and if only I could stand in his stead. That's the way it goes when one makes only casual contact. He rarely achieves the rank of victim.

And so, my moment was over. I had to let her go and get on with my infinitely less important affairs. But I went on my way a wiser man and with greatly increased faith in the power of the goddess. I went on my way confirmed in the knowledge of Who I Am.