i was driving back from Pittsburgh one night. Itwas almost 1:00 am. i just passed mile marker #120 andthen it hit me. The overwhelming urge to hearSoforia's Voice.
She has done this before. HiddenTriggers. Once at a baseball game, another embarassingmoment at a wedding. And now here on a lonely stretch of the PATurnpike in the dead of winter. All i can do isthink about calling Her.
It's not quite 10pm PST, but my cellphone battery is dead. There's a rest area in 20 miles, but i'm not sure that's a goodidea. If She entrances me at a public payphone, i couldbe vulnerable to being mugged or worse.
So despite Her Warnings to the contrary, i pop "Who Do you Belong To?" in my tape player. Soon i am relaxing to Her Sweet and Seductive Voice and going deeper at70mph.
After i have listened to it just twice, i am repeating over and over, "i belong to Soforia" and i am feeling, oh so wonderful.
As i approach thetollbooth to exit the Turnpike, i find i can't turn downthe volume or stop the tape, i must keep listening.
i roll down my window to pay my toll, just asSoforia says "Deep in a cloud of My Control." Thetollbooth attendant looks at me strangely, but i am toofar under Soforia's Spell to care what hethinks.
To my surprise, he yells out "Hey, that's one ofSoforia's Tapes." i am stunned. All i can do is nod myhead.
"i've got a stack of them in here. It's the only thingthat gets me through the night. C'mon, i'll showyou."
i stop my car and get out. There is no traffic.This is not a busy interchange. In his booth he has astack of CDs and a portable player.
"She's Fantastic, but of course i don't need to tell you that," hesays. I look over the stack and see every recording onHer Wesbite, plus a few i don't recognize.
"i used to be a professor at Pitt," he explains. "And then iheard Her Voice. i constantly thought of Her, i meanevery waking moment. i finally lost my job and ended uphere."
"The same thing was happening to me, but She gave me asuggestion, that allowed me to continue to work while stillthinking of Her," i tell the former professor.
"Oh, i don't mind losing my tenure. i am much happier here. Much happier," and he gives me a big smile.
That must be what i look like when i go under, ithought.
"How is Freedom?" i asked looking over hiscollection. it was one of Her Recordings i didn'town yet.
"Oh, It's great. Listen for yourself."
He handed me his CD player. i listened for only a couple ofminutes, before my knees collapsed and i fell to thefloor."
"i told You it was good."
"Yeah," i replied. "i'll have to order that tomorrow." In fact, i wanted to get home as fast as possible to order right now.
He saw the look in my eye. "Yeah, i know you got togo, i understand the feeling."
i drove home. By that time it was too late to call Soforia thatnight. i couldn't sleep though, just kept thinking of how wonderful it was listening to Her Voice.
The next day, i called to order the tape and told Soforia what had happened. She laughed. It was like anangel singing. i could listen to that laugh forever.
She told me She loved to hear stories about Herslaves meeting, and yes there is something on theturnpike that caused Her Hypnotic Trigger to kick in, butno She wasn't going to tell me what it was.
i was going to ask Her something else, but suddenly icouldn't remember what it was. Then i had the distinctsensation of "coming around" i asked what had happened.
She laughed and said, "I don't know what you aretalking about. But i am sure you'll know when ithappens." She laughed some more and then hung up.