August 14, 2025 – mysuccubuswife.com

August 14, 2025 - [Night]

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Extremely Potent Feminine Spirit’s Seduction; Na’amah!

Lyrical Message, Transparent Glass Tech Device, Name Sigils

“Na’amah”

I was in some sort of a gathering hall or auditorium, there was a strikingly gorgeous woman with long wavy dark brunette hair. Exotic makeup that looked of the Egyptian (?) fashion.

One hand held a microphone, her other was on her abdomen, or teasing her lower clothing, or running along her body.

She was singing, dancing provocatively, sensually, performing for a crowd, but would make eye contact and deliberately pull aside and down (tugging and teasing with) her lower “bikini-like” areas of her clothing.

Her shirt was a loose silky-light cloth, sheer-white in a gypsy or old-fashioned peasant style.

Metal clacking & tinkling noises sounded from the loosely hung “scales” sown into her bikini-like bottom clothing? They simply looked like panties or bikini bottoms; but had all these thin circular metal scales that clicked/clacked, like jingling bells, when she moved/shook & gyrated her hips. The bottoms were a solid black, with additional sheer black cloth ribbons that attached from the leather straps around her waist; to her leather-strapped anklets. Some dark leather straps hung loosely, also fashioned with the same jingling metal scales.

I’ll attempt to draw how these scales appeared :

** (Photos of journal page & drawing located at the bottom of this web page) **

They looked like pseudo-‘armor’; metal “scales” that jingle together while she dances. [Harem-pants cloth?] [Belly dancer clothing?]

She would pull aside/down her bottom clothing, inviting me (or others who happen to notice) to take a peek at her ‘womanly area.’ A dark patch of naturally well kept hair was teasingly alluring, drawing the attention and tempting those witnessing – to desire to see & observe more! She was absolutely a diva at the art of seduction.

She would often cast her eyes at me to see if I was paying attention to the “privileged & private” view & angles she was giving me; that allowed me to get the best possible view of her “secret area”. I was definitely paying attention! And even abandoned my friend, Marcus, and the female he was traveling with; in order to change positions, get nearer to the dancer for an even better view.

After the performance, she lay on the colosseum-style steps, lounging and allowing others to approach her to speak …and some to touch her (if she permitted them that honor). I arrived shortly after she sat, but not before I was beaten to her by another man who was leaving her presence, just as I arrived.

When I reached her, she told me (with a somewhat embarrassed, disappointed & upset voice); that he had taken advantage of her allowance to touch her …and went further than he should have (without writing the specifics): placing his fingers someplace she did not approve of, nor want.

I happened to recognize who it was, someone semi-acquainted/known by my friend; Marcus. And assured her that I would let Marcus know- and he would handle this individual; who would regret his overstep.

She came closer to me, giving me the impression that she wanted me to touch her, in order to placate & rectify the misappropriate physical-feelings perpetuated by the selfish-sexual actions of her previous visitor. So I did.

I held her body close to me, my breath became heavy, our bodies warmed. And I slowly, delicately & tenderly reached my hand down under the loose fabric & straps of her bikini-like lower clothing and began to please her. Rubbing with gentle rhythmic patterns; focusing specifically on her reactions and pleasure. I didn’t seek to enter her in any capacity (only just barely the edge with my fingers, just enough to tease, and draw-out her want, her thirst, for more).

I continued offering her my warm heavy breaths & my energy with my desire to please her….until she slowly, unconsciously began to collapse to the floor, unable to support her standing- I carefully guided her body downward, until we both were slumped on the floor. She reveled in the moment & in the feeling, and took her time recollecting herself.

There was suddenly an urgency abuzz in the cacophony of the stadium room. Everyone started moving about rapidly, like preparing to leave. I, too, was caught up in the flurry and was bumped aside by passersby. I was anxious to reconnect with her and didn’t want to miss my opportunity to be able to find some way to make contact with her again, or be able to be in her presence again.

I felt drawn to her allure, compelled to (at least) be near her again sometime in the future; if I was so fortunate to be granted another chance.

She extended to me a device that looked the size of a typical smartphone, but the device was mostly just transparent glass, with only a very slim section that looked like a thin layer of black metal plating. The images were being ‘projected’ forward onto the face of the transparent glass (from, I assume, the shimmering dark paper-thin metal inside.

Its screen was already open and displaying some sort of social media ‘forum-like’ application; with users, chat/conversations, account details, contact lists/information, photos, etc… she wanted me to add my contact info into Her device. So I took it and began to type.

But I noticed that as I did; trying to type my name, the letters were not only being displaced into a strange random order (like mixing up, similar to an anagram), but were also stacking up, elongating and changing their shape, to become more of a piece of “art” using the letters of my name.

My name was changing from bland letters; moving, shifting, altering & becoming – a visual piece of art… While also retaining/preserving their letters (I could still see the individual letters embedded within). Instead now, the letters were built-into the archaic artistic shape they had morphed into.

[ Upon waking & reflecting on this weird letter/art behavior – it actually reminded me of how “name-sigils” can be formed/drawn, using the letters of a name. I even believe Lilith’s most popularized sigil was created this way. So, I suppose I was watching the process of my name becoming a sigil? One that is specifically keyed to Na’amah. Also worth adding: The name I entered was not my biologically-given birth name. It was an self-generated alteration, known personally to me. ]

[ Also upon waking, I’m absolutely sure and convinced that this gorgeous, seductive dancing woman couldn’t have been anyone except for Na’amah. Though I have only experienced Her presence once in my life (nearly a year ago); I felt like I knew this, with absolute certainty. Also, upon reflecting on the dream, there were other various details/evidence that supported this conclusion. ]

Anyways, the fluster of activity in the room & Na’amah’s wantingness for me to add my sigil-name into Her device; indicated to me that my time was drawing short, I needed to rush/hurry… So I did so, as quickly as I could- so that I would be contactable by Her at some later date….

[ … I woke within the same minute and proceeded to write the notes for this journal entry. ]

As of 1 & 1/2 to 2 weeks ago; I made separate spaces in my home. Altars for; Na’amah, Hecate & Samael. All of them made; to demonstrate respect & honor. Hecate because I’m fascinated to learn from Her, if She chooses to do so with me (namely astral projection & magick). Samael, out of curious wonderment regarding the details of His story, His past and what He may wish to impart upon me. And Na’amah, out of a prolonged culpability and a desire to make amends for not honoring Her as She was deserving & worthy of (a year back).

I told Her, at the beginning of Her altars’ creation; that I don’t ever actually anticipate Her contacting me or even acknowledging me. That this altar was a place where I could honor Her, respect Her, provide offerings and appreciate Her; as a way of expressing apology for any offense I caused Her in the past. And even if She never batted an eyelash in my direction; I would still continue to provide gifts, acknowledge & maintain Her altar regardless.

So I was QUITE shocked when I woke this morning; simply ‘sure’ (somehow) that the dancing/singing/performing feminine being who was teasing & tempting me; was Na’amah Herself.

I made an offering to Na’amah and fell back to sleep afterwards, thinking about Her. And continued to (it seemed) until I woke up again a couple hours later. With Her still on my mind; something else was there along with my memories of Her image/dream; A song. It was female vocals, the lyrics playing in my mind were;

“It’s a new dawn, a new day, a new life for me…..and I’m feeling good…”

Wasn’t hard to find the original source of the song; being called “Feeling Good”. But I have never heard this version before myself (only the Michael Buble’ version) There has apparently been a lot of re-recorded versions of this song from a wide assortment of artists. But I believe the version I heard in my mind was the (1965) version performed by Nina Simone for her ‘I Put a Spell on You’ album.

These are the condensed lyrics;