Be prepared to travel through the wretched lands of chaos to get to order. Your limitations have to snap before you’re freed into abundance. A kind of regressive birth into the womb of matrices, where you retrace your steps into destruction to find your original blueprint. Everything you’re feeling has already happened. Pull the plug and let it run its course. Brace yourself as you watch it go down the drain. What can be dismantled or detached from was never divine. Mankind is cursed. Rub the stench of the devil’s breath out of your bones. He’s blinded by light. Burn the retinas on your ego. Lose him. He’s got a tracker on your lust.