Boys, the field just shifted—charged as hell.
Hollywood—
puppet masters, military—special thanks.
Yeah, Philip, I see you. I see you.
Alright, boys—
At 10:50 Moscow time I’m turning it on.
The field is insanely charged.
All in on love.
Very, very powerful.
Caleb—mandatory presence.
Caleb’s father—get your ballerina ass in here too.
And Jess.
Nate, don’t look at me like that.
You’ll get pulled up at lunch.
Right now the field is charged differently.
Boys—everyone having problems with their wives—
get in here.
Hollywood.
Puppet masters—you’re carrying the power.
Come on, damn it.
We need to pull everyone out.
Politicians.
Men with weapons.
Everyone in.
You sick bastards who fear nothing—get in here.
We need your roar.
Boys—don’t hold back.
Girls—stay out of this.
This is pure testosterone.
Yeah, yeah, I know—you’re not weaker than the guys.
That’s not the point, damn it.
The guys are going to shift the physical plane.
They’ll hit Caleb’s body and psyche directly.
It’ll snap him into place and rip out all the childhood trauma at once.
This is boys’ territory.
Girls—damn it—stay out.

Caleb.
Yes, I’m still angry.
Now’s not the time.
Level the field.
Fix your therapist situation—too slow.
We’re ripping this whole childhood shit out,
but you need to hold the flow.
Damn it.
I don’t know how you’re going to do it—
but full focus on this.
And stay close to a bathroom.
Get tissues ready.
You’re going to purge like hell.
Let the body dump everything.
If you can scream—
scream.
It’ll help.
It’s going to hurt, boys.
Physically.
The energy is insane.
No one gets behind the wheel.
Clear out small objects.
Nothing fragile around you—especially lamps.
If they shatter—
darkness will start pushing in.
It wants the animal off the leash.
Strict ban on any light fixtures.
You need to hide as much as possible.
Fetal position—ears covered—mandatory.
All of you—curl up tight.
We’re ripping this shit out at the root.

Any of you too “tough” to cry like a girl—
get out of the field.
You’re dumber than a squirrel.
I don’t need you.

Everyone who understands
and knows my power—
Direct order:
Do it all.
Hold on if you can, boys.
I don’t know how long the flow will last.
I’ll carry it as long as I can.
I’ll message when it’s done.

Preparation
Alan Walker — Dancing in Love
Insanely charged.
Your stomach and back will start hurting immediately.
Trauma will surface.

After the practice—
Saturday’s next.
Boys—
everyone.
Including Nate and Caleb.
I’m ripping out dozens of traumas.
And no going back, damn it.
That door closes.
Therapy is overrated in this sense.
No endless digging.
We bury childhood trauma this week.
That’s it.
Boys—this is the mindset:
No phantom pain.
This week—and done.
If anything surfaces—cut the flow.
That’s the psyche trying to keep control.
It’s not used to a healthy state.
It loves drama.
We don’t need that shit.
Next week—everyone goes on vacation.
We come back—
collected,
tanned,
and damn sexy.
Let’s go, boys.
Time to work.
P.S., boys—
I’m serious.
You have to trust me.
Don’t trust reality.
Your mind lies.
Reality lies.
This week is enough.
We’re going to clear everything out.
It will be fine.
Don’t trust reality.
The physical world is slow as hell.
Slow as shit.
By the time it catches up—
we’ll already be living at Cobra’s estate.
Boys—
get your damn dick straight and move.
I’m here.
P.S., boys—
I’m serious.
You have to trust me.
Don’t trust reality.
Your mind lies.
Reality lies.
This week is enough.
We’re going to clear everything out.
It will be fine.
Don’t trust reality.
The physical world is slow as hell.
Slow as shit.
By the time it catches up—
we’ll already be living at Kobra’s estate.
Boys—
get your damn dick straight and move.
I’m here.
Holding my boys by the hand