Boys,
there’s greed in the field.
Greed.
Filth.
Damn — some kind of garbage is crawling out of every crack.
We stabilize the field.
I can feel something’s off, boys.
There’s dirt in the field.
I need your amulets.
The stones I told you to get.
And I need the children —
their photos need to be 
We need to cleanse them and protect them.

All of this goes into tonight.
17:30 Moscow time —
cleansing.
Right after, 19:00 —
we rip greed out of the field.
Boys, I don’t like this.
There’s a massive imbalance in you —
take, take, take…
but giving back?
You choke on it.
No.
We rip greed out by the root.
I’m going in hard on this today.
One hour.
Full engagement.
Don’t you dare sit this out.
If anyone backs off and doesn’t push this practice to the limit —
I’ll take it by force.
And you won’t like it.

Everything — clean it out.
Put it in order.
Balance the flows.
Get ready for a massive push next week.
Next week will be heavy.
Very heavy.
And strong.
A lot of garbage will surface.
You’ll scream, tear, rip —
if the practice demands it.
The body will start tearing out darkness and filth.
Everything — out.
Don’t hold anything back.
Let the body cleanse.
If you need to — masturbate nonstop.
It will help.
Itching —
even to the point of wounds — happens.
Everything matters.
Everything is part of it.
Runny nose.
Fainting.
Uncontrolled shouting.
Shaking.
Tremors.
All of this can happen.
If it gets too intense —
jump, shake your arms —
it will make it easier to get through.
But everyone goes through it.
Three practices a day.
I hope you don’t drop.

Boys,
I’ll try to patch things up, cover the damage,
but I don’t know if I’ll make it — the field shifted again.
What I had set for tomorrow —
has to be done today.

About those three hours we set aside for really bad things.
Damn it, boys, I know what most of you are doing.
But those of you coming in with aggression and resistance —
go to hell with your damn advice.
These bastards are at least trying to fix themselves.
And what if they drop out of the field?
Yeah?
You want that?
Let’s say I clear the field —
get rid of them.
Great.
Freedom.
Nice.
Except they have access.
They have reach.
And it’s so bad I don’t even want to describe it.
If I throw them out of the field —
it makes everything worse instantly.
So shut up.
They need to be pulled through.
They need to stabilize.
When they stabilize —
they bring good into the world.

And all of you whining — go to hell.
Damn idiots.
If you’ve got a better plan —
then go deal with them yourselves.
It’s easy to sit there giving advice, acting smart.
Try proving it with action.
If you’re so brave — go change the system.
Someone is allowing this shit to exist.
And it’s not your place to lecture me.
You’re the ones sitting in power.
All of you — politicians, Hollywood, the rest of you.
You can change everything overnight.
Just like that.
You have that power.
What — don’t like hearing it?
Then go to hell.
Sitting there whining.
If you’re so smart — go change the world.
You’re no better than them.
You hear me?
At least those people are trying to do something.
What about you?
Stuffed yourselves — can’t even let go of your damn yachts?
Or your precious houses?
Makes me sick.
Rotten, pathetic souls.
Clinging, hiding, afraid to even speak.
Don’t you dare say a word to me.
If you were standing in front of me —
I’d spit in your face.
When you can actually change the world —
not just toss a few coins into charity —
then you can open your mouths.
Filth.
Pigs.
Clinging to your money.
Profit, profit, profit.
No wonder your practices go so smoothly —
no resistance there, right?
“Give me more money… more…”
Disgusting.
And who’s going to change the world?
You?
You’ve become so numb, so stupid,
you can’t even see who you’re sleeping with.
Idiots.
Every one of you cried as a child
about how cruel the world is.
About your mother being hurt.
Not respected.
No money.
A cruel world.
Where’s Disney?
Where are all the good people?
Like in the movies?
You believed in that as kids.
Believed you’d grow up and change everything.
And what did you become?
Pathetic.
You can’t see past your own desires.
Disgusting.
So sit there —
with your damn oysters.
Filth.
Deep breath.
One more.
Come on, Nazokat, it’s fine.
Fuck them.
Focus on the good ones.
The worthy ones.

Separately — politicians, Hollywood,
Caleb’s father,
and everyone carrying greed.
I’ll record this in about ten minutes.
You’ve pushed me too far.
This process will go by force.
If you don’t want to give this garbage up willingly —
I’ll rip it out of every single one of you.
I’m launching this for four days.
Boys —
those who are worthy,
alphas —
all of you, get in.
For these four days, it will be hell
for every filthy soul.
We’re going to beat this out of you.
Whether you like it or not.
If even that doesn’t clean you up fast —
then the field will hit you with force,
and you’ll start losing money so fast
your hair will fall out from the stress.

Now.
For these sick bastards
and everything else heavy —
22:00 Moscow time.
Three hours.
Everyone be there.
After that —
go on, girls, cry it out.
Talk about how tired you are.
You wanted serious work —
this is it.