Dear LiLeigh ~
I have just watched your tremendous analysis series on the lamb. I thought I would be bold and share with you a story I have never told anyone before. I know you will understand it....
A few years ago I posted a comment on a youtube forum (relating to a Genesis concert) and someone replied back to my posting, and we began a short series of correspondence. At first I was under the impression that the person was (as are most genesis fans) male, but no, it transpired they were female, and bizarrely from my home city.
Before you know it was had begun regular email conversations… (yes, I can sense you know where this is heading) and soon our dialogues turned towards the Lamia and Rael, who soon became alter-egos’ for our on-line exchanges.
I can’t recall how we broached the subject, but we soon lowered our guards and our writing became more risqué and suggestive, until we were exchanging passages from the Lamb (The Lamia especially). The stage was indeed set for me, and this women invited me to “Come test, taste and judge all that is mine”… before you know it we are in a hotel room (having never set eyes on each other before this point) and I was soon moving in a series of caresses that glided up and down her spine.
It was truly a surreal and quite unforgettable encounter. We ended up meeting a few times after this, spread out over a 18 month interval. We literally ‘became’ the Lamia and Rael. Each encounter topped that last in terms of fantasy and longevity and the times in between meeting would be spent 'acting out' and describing what we'd like to do (all of this sexually-charged correspondence littered with Genesis lyric references, Honey get hip, it's time to unzip...etc...etc....)
At times the guilt (of what was effectively an affair) got the better of me, and occasionally I ‘bottled out’ of meeting here, fearing in a way that I would fall victim to my sexual desires and turn metaphorically into the Slipperman. I wrestled in my mind what the (perhaps) true story of the Lamb is, in that there is a darker aspect of ourselves that once let loose is a nightmare to quell again.
The Lamia and I drifted, but co-incidentally saw each other (without each other knowing) in Rome, when Genesis played their final ever gig there in 2007. I saw her alone at the Trevi fountain one night, but again, dreamlike, could not bring myself to talk to her (how incredible is that) likewise she sat (unknown to me) behind me on the plane back to England! Similarly in pain and anguish she later told me.
There was some incredible chemistry sparked between two people by a mutual love affair with this album. It brought a lot of emotional package with it and at times was excruciatingly hard to deal with, but it’s good times left me with a legacy of profoundly sensual and almost spiritual memories.
You may be finding this hard to absorb and are probably thinking why on earth am I telling YOU this, but judging from your intimate knowledge and love of The Lamb, I know you’ll understand how it felt. There you have it… Rael’s meeting with The Lamia.
Feel free to post this on your site (if you dare!). I suspect one day 'My Lamia' will read it, and share those memories again.
"Rael", England
Reply from Lil ~
Ask and ye shall receive, Rael.
Here is your most beguiling and revealing tale of The Lamb Personified - published and waiting for The Lamia to see.
I thank you for sharing it with me (and all those who take the time to find their way to read this blog, periodically)...I believe that you came to the right person to post, with utmost care & discretion, in hopes that she, too, finds her way here, to read it.
And, you are correct in the assumption that most of us understand exactly of what you speak..and to what you refer, within your descriptive lines.
One question, though ~ was the singularly gorgeous Trevi Fountain filled with "sweet pink, rippled water", that night you saw her there, alone, wishing for you?
That visual description truly echoes of a magic only a name would stain.
Silly man...to have let that deliciously lingering scent of garlic slip once again through your (chocolate) fingers !
~ Lil
I have just watched your tremendous analysis series on the lamb. I thought I would be bold and share with you a story I have never told anyone before. I know you will understand it....
A few years ago I posted a comment on a youtube forum (relating to a Genesis concert) and someone replied back to my posting, and we began a short series of correspondence. At first I was under the impression that the person was (as are most genesis fans) male, but no, it transpired they were female, and bizarrely from my home city.
Before you know it was had begun regular email conversations… (yes, I can sense you know where this is heading) and soon our dialogues turned towards the Lamia and Rael, who soon became alter-egos’ for our on-line exchanges.
I can’t recall how we broached the subject, but we soon lowered our guards and our writing became more risqué and suggestive, until we were exchanging passages from the Lamb (The Lamia especially). The stage was indeed set for me, and this women invited me to “Come test, taste and judge all that is mine”… before you know it we are in a hotel room (having never set eyes on each other before this point) and I was soon moving in a series of caresses that glided up and down her spine.
It was truly a surreal and quite unforgettable encounter. We ended up meeting a few times after this, spread out over a 18 month interval. We literally ‘became’ the Lamia and Rael. Each encounter topped that last in terms of fantasy and longevity and the times in between meeting would be spent 'acting out' and describing what we'd like to do (all of this sexually-charged correspondence littered with Genesis lyric references, Honey get hip, it's time to unzip...etc...etc....)
At times the guilt (of what was effectively an affair) got the better of me, and occasionally I ‘bottled out’ of meeting here, fearing in a way that I would fall victim to my sexual desires and turn metaphorically into the Slipperman. I wrestled in my mind what the (perhaps) true story of the Lamb is, in that there is a darker aspect of ourselves that once let loose is a nightmare to quell again.
The Lamia and I drifted, but co-incidentally saw each other (without each other knowing) in Rome, when Genesis played their final ever gig there in 2007. I saw her alone at the Trevi fountain one night, but again, dreamlike, could not bring myself to talk to her (how incredible is that) likewise she sat (unknown to me) behind me on the plane back to England! Similarly in pain and anguish she later told me.
There was some incredible chemistry sparked between two people by a mutual love affair with this album. It brought a lot of emotional package with it and at times was excruciatingly hard to deal with, but it’s good times left me with a legacy of profoundly sensual and almost spiritual memories.
You may be finding this hard to absorb and are probably thinking why on earth am I telling YOU this, but judging from your intimate knowledge and love of The Lamb, I know you’ll understand how it felt. There you have it… Rael’s meeting with The Lamia.
Feel free to post this on your site (if you dare!). I suspect one day 'My Lamia' will read it, and share those memories again.
"Rael", England
Reply from Lil ~
Ask and ye shall receive, Rael.
Here is your most beguiling and revealing tale of The Lamb Personified - published and waiting for The Lamia to see.
I thank you for sharing it with me (and all those who take the time to find their way to read this blog, periodically)...I believe that you came to the right person to post, with utmost care & discretion, in hopes that she, too, finds her way here, to read it.
And, you are correct in the assumption that most of us understand exactly of what you speak..and to what you refer, within your descriptive lines.
One question, though ~ was the singularly gorgeous Trevi Fountain filled with "sweet pink, rippled water", that night you saw her there, alone, wishing for you?
That visual description truly echoes of a magic only a name would stain.
Silly man...to have let that deliciously lingering scent of garlic slip once again through your (chocolate) fingers !
~ Lil
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