Ménage a Trois of the Most Unusual Kind

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree .

So. I have an energetic connection with two different men. It’s funny and odd and…I’m learning a lot from it.

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Of the two, I’m feeling the Ten of Pents more strongly these days. He’s lost and confused and really reaching out energetically to me. He’s no longer standing directly in front of me but his energy is still often around me and I feel his anxiety and anger and frustration.

The Treat is in the bottom rungs of hell right now and has told me that he doesn’t want me to feel the worst of what he’s going through, and he knows I will and that all I need to know is that he has hit rock bottom. No place to go but up. Whereas the Ten of Pents has been directly in front of me recently in the Ether, The Treat has been plugged in through a “guitar cord” and just around the corner.

I guess last night was a particularly bad night for both guys. I was doing pretty well myself, talking to Maggie, and just trying to get to bed at a decent hour so I could be awake at my morning meeting.

The Ten of Pents’ energy was all around me since about mid-afternoon and stronger in the late evening around the time we used to talk. Often angry and anxious during that time, and occasionally with a deep yearning that was so strong it was disconcerting.

At 2 am, I still had not slept. The energies around me were keeping me awake. There was a definite sense of energetic presence in the room with me, most strongly of the Ten of Pents—seeking comfort—and less so of The Treat, also seeking comfort but a little meeker.

At 2:30 AM, I finally gave up and told them to settle in around me however they wanted but just let me sleep!

And they did. The Ten of Pents pressed close against my back and holding me close, persistently and with one arm across my chest, and The Treat cuddled in my arms with his cheek against my third chakra. It might have been erotic had I not been so exhausted.


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