Untitled · Full combat readiness

Boys, hi.

I am in full combat readiness, so the day is going to be super productive.

But responsibility has not been canceled.

14:00 → 17:00

At 14:00, you and I switch off.

And until 17:00, until I pick my son up from nursery, everyone mentally clocks out, rests, and we watch films and cartoons together.

Plus, I caught hell yesterday.

And I promised not to do that again.

So we do not have that much time.

Before 14:00, we need to do a huge amount of work.

I cannot explain everything to you right now, boys.

Please, just trust me, okay?

I will send the files.

I need you to start rebuilding through the physical body and move into the viewing hall.

I need you to learn how to enter a different state.

11:00

At 11:00, I will put fog over the children, because I am terribly worried about them.

I am very afraid their mother may manage to turn them against their father.

It will not take long.

About ten minutes.

Then I will get into your physical layer and throw out all the old settings about reality.

While I am cleaning them out, you take sheets of paper and write down everything that comes to mind.

Everything.

This is damn costly.

So be ready.

It will feel bad again.

Your head will start spinning.

And you will think slowly.

Then, as soon as your head becomes more or less clear, we will need to knock the brain out of its usual pattern.

Otherwise, it will start pulling you back into your familiar state.

We cannot allow that.

We need to completely change perception.

So the new information enters properly.

I will send the tracks.

Put them on repeat.

If they are not enough, find something similar that you like and that works for shifting state.

For the field practice — optional.

Cobra: focus on Qi.

Continue training Qi in intensified mode.

Especially Caleb and his psychos.

You have more than enough energy.

It needs to be sublimated.

Converted.

And directed.

All Cobra keeps focus on Qi.

Practice a lot.

Densely.

Seriously.

Boys, hold the field for me.

I cannot go into it right now.

Without me reminding you, keep the field running in the background so no one who should not be here slips in.

Medics, military, taxes, judges, cowboys, science, designers, politicians, and Hollywood boys —

you can misbehave later.

Right now, everyone goes into protection.

The field is super powerful.

If someone decides to interfere, we will have to get distracted.

Boys, listen.

I am loaded to the maximum right now.

I do not always have the chance to write separately.

Boys, I am sorry.

I did not mean to ignore any of you.

I just want to say that I am damn proud of you.

Those of you who are 20, 22 —

boys, you are pure power.

And you are doing incredibly well.

But I worry about you terribly.

I want you to hold focus.

That matters.

But damn it, you cannot be that collected all the time.

Boys, time is a strange thing.

One year, then another year, then it turns into three.

Then into seven.

And there you are already past 30.

After 30, everything starts pulling toward 40.

In short, life can fly by faster than you would like.

And I do not want you to live it properly.

Boys, we are actively working on transferring the Cobra into this physical reality.

But that is only a matter of time.

As soon as we unite, things will start happening there that would be shameful to even talk about.

Do you understand?

We have postponed the shameless drinking and disgraceful behavior for now.

Temporarily.

But we are absolutely going to live this life in the most shameless, hooligan mode possible.

Boys?

I am begging you: raise hell a little.

So later there is something awkward to remember.

That is how life is built.

Otherwise what?

Are we going to remember how correctly we meditated?

Boys, you do need to keep your head on your shoulders.

But drinking nights, going out, disgraceful behavior —

even if your beloved woman punishes you for it —

I still love you.

And the whole field feels offended that, in your greenest and freshest youth, you are not tearing around in cars, getting drunk in clubs, and waking up without understanding where exactly you are.

Okay, boys?

I love you very much.

And we, with the whole field, are taking care of you and protecting you.

But go wild, boys.

Have some damn fun already.

Now, knowing certain people…

The rest of you important asses, do not even hope this is a green light for you too.

No.

You work.

Yes.

So stop whining.

Shameless ones.

Open track