I last wrote on 18 March 2025. It was now 26 March.

I was there. I was feeling it. I was realizing just how much I needed to move this over to Substack with everything else. I was Condensing… Everything.

“What are you going to do?”

I heard his voice and didn’t move. I knew who he was.

“You’re the sassy, Masculine, “Man” part of me,” I said. “The part of me who doesn’t take my bull shit. Who knows exactly what I need to hear. you’re the part of me I wish I could find in a Partner,” I said. “I know who you are Bergen. You’re the Part of me that would become Trans to let you out…”

I shook my head. “Instead I write books, and let you out that way instead. But I know who I am and who you are now.”

“Does this mean you’re not going to fuck me again?” he asked.

“I think… I just want to be an Author,” I said, ignoring him. “Just an Author now.”

I can do everything I want and need inside my Books…

“You brought me here,” I said to him. “To let me grow my Power safely and away from people…”

“I did,” he said.

“I’m ready to go back out there,” I said.

“To sail your ship?” he said.

“To find my kin and clan…” I said.

“You will board your boat.”

“Bergen?” I said.

“Your Majesty.”

“The Eye of The Needle,” I said. “The Writer’s Lab.”

“Into The Abstract.”

“You’re ready for the next stage, aren’t you?” Bergen asked.

“I am.  I can feel it. I’ve outgrown this. I’m ready to grow on.” Though on to what, I had no idea. Everything changed. Everything was different. All my goals were shifting. I was still within the Abstract, but… I wasn’t alone anymore.

It’s just a Skill of Jumping from State of Being to State of Being… And knowing how to do that with Emotions. I’m starting to forget… I’m doing it so fluently now. So fast…

I felt this Story closing.

Deeper then Into the Abstract.