I'm in control of your breathing today, this Easter, this year, ALL the time... and oxygen is a privilege that you'll have to earn. You're going to jerk, stroke, goon your brains out while you hold your breath for Me using a scarf. You'll be edging hard, lungs denied, and then gasping for air when I say. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. HOLD IT! Stroke as hard as you can as you feel everything starts to spin. Who owns you? Goddess Helen does. You can't deny that now, not when I'm in control of your most basic bodily needs -- when your very breaths are Mine to grant or deny as I desire. The closer yo... Show more