Boys, hello.
Nate will lead the field.
Caleb is recovering.
Colin is in quarantine.
Derek took it out on him especially hard.
Damn it.
My head is spinning.
Complete hell is breaking loose.
The new chapter, Peacock Feathers, knocked the ground out from under the boys’ feet.
Fifteen.
Thirteen.
And almost ten thousand.
All in quarantine.
Damn it, boys.
My heart is breaking.
Enough, damn it.
How am I supposed to throw all of you out of the field, damn it?
Jewish boys, judges, lawyers, all the CEOs, even Arabs.
Damn it, boys.
Even you.
My heart is tearing into pieces.
Nate is in pain.
His heart is bleeding.
Dear God.
And after this, someone still thinks women are evil.
How am I supposed to survive this, damn it?
That is how much I worry about you.
Boys.
Deal with the drugs.
You have to get yourselves out of this filth.
Politicians and Hollywood — those ones are always thirsty for blood.
Like:
everyone out of the field.
Right.
Come back into alignment, boys.
Nate, my dear,
if you do not hate me, lead the field.
If you do hate me
and you need time,
then I will lead it myself.
Session at 18:00.
At 20:00.
And through the night.
At 00:00.
At 02:00.
All night — sessions for one hour,
sometimes an hour and a half,
depending on how long I can hold out.
Full recovery after the chapter
and after Caleb’s fire.
Yes, he leads the sessions very harshly.
Caleb, my dear,
you will kill the boys like that.
They need not only fire,
but also structure.
My dear, be more careful.
Boys, all my feminine energy will go into recovery.
I will hug everyone.
Stroke your backs gently.
Run my fingers through your hair.
Kiss your ears and noses.
We need to recover.
If Nate joins,
he will help me hold all of you in the field.
If not,
then lead the field yourselves.
You are already big enough.
It is hard for me to pull everyone out alone.
Full recovery.
Only tenderness and care.
Trust in women.
Trust in softness.
Trust and faith in love.
All sessions today are for this.

Boys, those of you who messed up —
easy
Do not panic.
This does not mean you are no longer loved
or that you are bad.
“It means exactly that,”-Hades
And the politicians and Hollywood start laughing.
Those little bastards.
Boys, I am serious.
Things happen.
I get that.
But you have to get yourselves out of this.
You messed up — then get up.
No crying here about:
“I am bad, everything is ruined.”
No.
Just fix it
and do not crawl back into that filth again, damn it.
The whole field is suspended.
If these boys did not love me this much,
they would have cleaned this place out very quickly.
Come on, boys.
Come back into alignment.
No one is abandoning you.
But you can only be in my sessions
after you give up drugs and other addictions.
Hard no, boys.
Handle the issue.
Boys, everyone who gets lucky today —
we all envy you.
Jebby Jay — Hey Bitch.
Go have fun for the rest of us.
Boys, those of you who also cannot wait —
I will do some magic.
Damn it.
But not today.
Today we have hard work.
And I suspect we will have to work all week.
Let’s do Friday.
I will charge the field.
The girls will loosen up a little…
Well.
You understand, yes?
Except Hollywood, politicians, the royal family,
and all creative professions.
You boys stay on a leash.
Do not look at me like that.
You need to be watched very, very closely.