Made on
Tilda
Boys, please clear your day.
The field has shifted hard.
Damn it.
I need to focus the energy.
And I need you close.
I will move objects on your desk.
Do not get scared.
Not too much.
Just enough for you to see
that I am affecting it.
Listen,
I understand everything.
But those of you who can —
clear the day.
Those who cannot —
do not get involved, boys.
Otherwise,
such a mess will begin.
Only those who are fully switched on.
Around 13:00,
I will start dictating numbers.
Maybe some letters,
but most likely numbers.
You must keep a notebook nearby
so you can write down what I transmit.
My voice may appear in your head.
Or just images.
Full focus.
Do not get distracted.
Boys,
if I see phones in the field,
I will be furious.
I already told you:
digital diet.
No phones unless absolutely necessary.
Additionally,
everyone must focus on studying the energy.
This is important.
The concentration of the field is already insane.
And Caleb has not even started cleaning the energy yet.
Power must be directed.
Boys,
even if you get thrown back —
nobody jerks off.
Hold the growl.
Do not whine,
damn it.
It would be one thing
if you were ordinary.
But with this kind of power,
I will not let you sit this out.
Fuck off with your whining.
Shut up
and do what I said.
Direct the energy into concentration.
Find the focus.
You need to learn how to change the physical layer.
Moving objects.
Compressing objects.
Concentration on qi.
Making the energy faster than a physical strike.
Igniting objects through intention.
Stop draining it into sex.
You need to learn how to concentrate it.
We are not touching people yet.
That comes later.
Learn to affect matter.