By some wild, crazy, roundabout path, Albert guided Rachel to a place where nothing except total surrender was possible.
She was no longer Rachel Somers with an identity worth protecting or preserving. He had robbed her as thoroughly as any man could of whatever it was she was.
He had stripped her bare. Left her with nothing she could identify with, and in that strange, naked state of being no woman she knew, she found herself connected to a sexuality so powerful that it jolted her beyond everyday reality to some awesome cosmic plane she did not recognize.
“This is not me,” she thought. “This is not anyone.”
That was when he plunged headlong, headstrong, into her, finding in her an intensity she did not know she possessed.
She spread her legs wide, baring her soul, allowing him entry everywhere – allowing him anything, everything. And when he raised himself up above her, supporting himself with his powerful arms, staring down at her with an intensity only he possessed – she understood him perfectly.
“Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, woman… ” she heard the little demon inside her hissing softly in her ear.
For one short moment, the real Rachel Somers, the Rachel Somers inside the writhing, aching, longing body of this particular Rachel Somers, laughed. And though no one else in the entire universe heard, she did. And so she laughed heartily and joyfully at herself, and at Albert, and at her life, and at her search for wisdom, too.
“It’s almost too funny,” she thought.
And there she stood, perfectly poised. Perched, before that formidable plunge into the cosmic void when all that Light hit her.
“He is the most strange and powerful man I’ve ever known,” her brain screamed.
“I am the most strange and powerful woman I’ve ever known,” the echo came back from deep inside her.
And right before she let go and jumped, heart first and ecstatic, into the nothingness before her, she knew, once and for all, now and forever – that nothing in her life would ever be the same again. Nothing would ever be completely clear cut and understandable again. No never. Never ever. That part of her journey was done.
Then she closed her eyes and let the passion – his passion and hers – and the passion of living and loving and of being alive all wrapped in one – finally carry her over the edge.
And as she flew fast, hurtling through space towards her Infinite Self, she screamed, delirious as a sacrificial lamb suddenly released from the agony of the limitations of this earthly existence…
“And this is exactly the way it’s supposed to be… ” she thought as she disappeared.
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