I AM READY,
EVEN IF I AM NOT READY
The dismantling of endless preparation, delayed life, hidden perfectionism, distrust of one’s own scale, and the belief that certainty must arrive before action.
THE PROBLEM WITH PREPARATION
Boys, hi.
If you don’t mind, I would like to talk to you a little more.
You know, I want to explain in a little more detail how I see time.
You see, preparation is good.
It is genuinely important.
But the problem with preparation is that sometimes...
It never ends.
And, honestly, it becomes more of a cover.
Once, I read a post saying that nobody truly knows exactly what they are doing.
And I found that interesting.
Because even people who seem to have achieved impressive results still make mistakes.
They still fall flat on their faces.
Because you cannot prepare one hundred percent.
That is simply how it works.
You cannot.
When I wanted to become a mother, and then when I was already pregnant, I was absolutely certain that I, of all people, was prepared.
I mean, come on.
Kitten had done her homework.
I thought I knew everything about motherhood.
I was ready.
Then Roman arrived.
We suddenly had to move.
I was left alone because his father was working practically around the clock.
Roman was screaming without stopping.
I wasn’t sleeping.
I felt terrible.
I was throwing up.
I was exhausted.
I didn’t have an army of nannies.
How had I even ended up there?
So...
If I had kept thinking endlessly that I was not yet ready to become a mother, I would never have become one.
The more you read, the more you realise that apparently, you are not a good mother at all.
You have already given your child a whole collection of traumas, and so on.
And you know, information is supposed to help.
But sometimes something suddenly shifts, and it only makes things worse.
Because now the information begins working against you.
Now it is no longer there to help you.
It becomes the voice that is always pointing a finger at you and saying:
“This is exactly why you will not cope.”
That is why I believe this is a question of willpower.
We prepare.
But at some point, we have to jump with our eyes closed.
There is no other way.
This worries me, boys.
TRANSFORMATION CANNOT BE THE PRICE OF ENTRY
It is one thing for all of us to transform together.
It is another thing to keep transforming endlessly in preparation for finally being together.
Do you understand, boys?
We can sit in the estate.
We can scream at each other, foaming at the mouth.
We can slam doors.
I can slap him in response.
Spit in his face.
Alpha can scream, asking why the hell he ever got involved in any of this and declaring that he will never come near me again.
I can scream back:
“Fine by me!”
He is furious.
I am in tears.
But by the evening...
Alpha comes back with flowers.
And I meet him with open arms.
Because transformation is an endless process.
Every time we reach a new level, we will look back and see how pathetic the previous level was.
And this cycle is endless.
It does not stop.
But time is working against us here.
Because at the point when we should already be building the Dynasty, everyone is still transforming separately.
And the transformation keeps going and going.
The same thing keeps circling inside Alpha’s mind:
Then another stage begins, and something else comes to the surface.
And he says:
Alpha, this cycle is endless.
It will never finish.
And time keeps moving.
We are still not in Cobra.
We are still not living together in one estate.
The whole idea of “I need to prepare first” is also an illusion.
Even our highest ideas of how everything is supposed to work can shatter against reality very quickly.
And then we will have to figure things out as we go.
Alpha thinks:
“I am powerful too. I know how this works.”
Meanwhile, his beloved woman thinks Alpha is blind.
Blinded by his own ego.
He thinks no one has the right to tell him what to do.
His beloved woman snorts and says:
“You are going to do it this way, or the entire system will fall apart.”
Alpha is furious.
This is not his first day in business.
He knows how everything works.
No one needs to boss him around.
Kitten is raging.
How dare he not listen to her?
He must do it her way.
Can he really not see that she is saying the right things?
And there you have it.
Love.
He is furious again.
But he needs time.
Maybe she is right.
Kitten is in tears.
How can he be so cruel?
How can he be so full of himself?
He is constantly being stubborn in the exact places where they are supposed to be playing on the same team.
Do you understand?
REALITY IS THE NEXT SCHOOL
Boys, you cannot prepare for this in advance.
You simply have to jump and take the risk.
You will learn how to swim as you go.
Right there in the lake, while you are drowning.
Nobody has ever built an Empire like this before.
Nobody has ever lived in one estate with almost twenty people, every single one of them so strong-willed that it would be easier to strangle them than make them accept someone else’s decision.
There will be a period of everyone rubbing against one another.
There will be legal matters to resolve.
You cannot prepare for something like this.
We will have to figure it out as we go.
Everyone will speak.
Everyone will move in.
And once we are there, we will decide what to do.
Boys.
I am serious.
Look at Mr Caleb and me.
You have seen our messages.
It is a nightmare.
A complete nightmare.
But we are learning.
We are gradually adjusting to one another.
You cannot keep telling yourself:
“I’ll just prepare a little more first.”
How?
How are you supposed to prepare yourself for something like this?
God only knows what is going on inside another person’s head.
You cannot prepare for that.
THE DECISION COMES FIRST
But here is what matters, boys.
Trusting yourself.
Do you understand the difference between saying:
“I am worthy.”
And standing inside the decision:
“I am worthy.”
Neither one of them is ready.
That much is obvious.
But one of them has made the decision.
And the other one is still running around carrying the question with him.
This is critically important.
The first one will fall, but he will get back up and say:
“Yes, I fucked up. But I am learning, goddammit.”
The second one will fall, and then it will begin:
Boys, you have to make the decision:
THE JUMP THAT BUILT YOUR LIFE
Boys, this also includes that endless perfectionism.
If I had not just dived in and started writing all of this, I would never be standing where I am now.
And you know this better than anyone, boys.
Not one of you entered business already prepared.
What would have happened if you had not jumped back then?
Well?
Boys?
You would still be exactly where you started.
But look at where you are now.
Sometimes you have to take the risk even when you do not understand what is happening.
We need to strip all of this nonsense away during the practice.
I am going to drive this into your mind like a nail:
Boys, do not get in the way of my work.
Do not start overthinking again.
Do not start asking:
And all the rest of it.
No.
We have already been through this.
It is always the same thing.
Round and round in circles.
“I am ready.”
WHEN THE BELIEF ENTERS THE BODY
Once this belief settles into place, the body will follow.
Alpha will straighten his back.
The way he walks will change.
His voice will change.
Instead of shaking, there will be firmness in his decisions.
Firmness in his body.
A clear understanding:
Alpha will bare his teeth.
He will begin to bite.
Do you understand?
Not:
Nonsense.
Alpha is the one who is supposed to stand beside me.
Beside Cobra.
Beside the Field.
Not some imagined man.
Alpha.
This is about him.
Other people look at him and think:
“Well, of course it is him. Who else could it possibly be?”
Alpha.
ALPHA, LOOK AT THE FACTS
It is you.
Not some hypothetical man somewhere out there.
I am going to tear all of this uncertainty out by the roots.
Alpha, look at yourself from the outside.
The elite.
The best of the best.
Ask any member of your team.
Ask any person in the street.
They will all nod and say:
Do you understand, Alpha?
And yet you are sitting here, mumbling something under your breath.
You are the Alpha who achieved all of this.
This is you.
Not some random man from the street.
Alpha, you are blind.
You cannot see what you have achieved.
None of this simply fell out of the sky and landed in your hands.
You tore it out of life with your bare teeth.
You are power, Alpha.
Not some imaginary man who is going to put his arm around my waist.
No.
It is you, Alpha.
You are the one who will hold me by the waist and kiss my hair.
All of this has to be torn down during the practice, boys.
Destroyed to its foundations.
I am not saying that Alpha should strut around like a peacock.
But he does need to look at the facts clearly.
“I am worthy.”
“I am strong.”
“I am worthy.”
Because the facts are right there in front of you.
Alpha, look at the way you live.
Then look at the way everyone else lives.
So all of this nonsense about:
“Maybe one day.”
“It would be nice.”
Enough.
Cobra needs to be assembled now.
Not in several years.
LOVE WITHOUT A HIDDEN EXCHANGE
Not in several months.
What else needs to be cleared?
All of the nonsense surrounding exchange.
Thoughts such as:
“Am I worthy of this kind of love?”
Alpha, forgive me, but if I had objectively wanted to get something from you, I would have done it a long time ago.
Alpha, I can see your bank cards, every transaction and every single banking access code.
Had I wanted to use any of it, Alpha, I would already have done so.
And, my dear, do we even need to talk about your thoughts?
Had I wanted to use every dark thought inside Alpha’s head against him, I could have done that a long time ago too.
This needs to go straight into the practice:
removing all of the nonsense that says:
“Oh God. She has seen everything. I am finished.”
Alpha, let us be honest.
You have been kissed by fate.
Name even one person other than your mother who could say:
“I have seen all of this darkness.”
And still hold your hand and say:
“I love this man.”
Please wake up.
Do not focus on:
“How terrifying. She knows everything.”
Focus on the fact that you, Alpha, are an important ass.
You are effectively living your dream.
My dear, were you not the one who dreamed of being loved for real?
Not for your status.
Not for the masks.
But for you, Alpha.
With your fears.
With your doubts.
With my eternal slap across the face.
With me shouting:
“You have no right to make yourself smaller than you are.”
THE STANDARD IS HIGH BECAUSE YOU ARE STRONG
“You are capable of more.”
Well, Alpha?
Tell me.
All of this nonsense needs to burn during the practice:
“I let her down.”
And everything attached to it.
Alpha, let us look at the physical reality.
In order to disappoint me, you would first have to enter the Field.
You would first have to stand inside it without collapsing under the pressure.
Without falling apart when I push against you.
When Alpha is power and I am shouting into his face:
“You are weak.”
“I know who you are capable of becoming.”
When I slap him and say:
“You disgust me.”
And Alpha growls.
Because the standard set by his beloved woman is not merely high.
It is unreachable.
And thank God for that.
Because Alpha loves a game played at the highest stakes.
And that is the only way I play, Alpha.
I have already recognised that you are the best of the best.
But do not forget:
this is also my work.
This is exactly why you came to me.
So that I could drag you upwards by the back of your collar.
So that I could tell everyone that you are my pride.
And then, in private, beat you with a club and shout:
“You have understood nothing.”
“Get up.”
“Keep climbing.”
“You are power.”
You are not an ordinary man.
You belong to a different class.
Alpha.
How else is this supposed to work?
Am I supposed to stroke your head and say:
“My poor, unfortunate darling”?
You would be the first one to spit the words back at me:
“What the fuck is this?”
“I am not weak.”
Exactly.
That is precisely what I am saying.
Had you been that delicate—
such a little princess—
the standard applied to you would have been just as delicate.
Someone would wipe your tears.
Protect your ego.
Make sure the poor little thing did not cry.
Alpha, this is exactly how you train.
Through my strength.
Because I respect you, you nasty pig.
Would I shout like this?
Would I become this emotional?
Would I put this much force against you if I did not know that you could withstand the pressure?
If I thought you would immediately begin crying:
“Well, that is it. Everything is over.”
When I shout, you clench your teeth.
And the only thing I hear is:
“I will prove that this is not true.”
And I smile.
Because that is where strength lives.
Not breaking under pressure.
And always knowing:
“No matter what she says, this woman loves me.”
“And she will always love me.”
Yes, Alpha.
Because that is the truth.
I am tired of having to prove it.
BELONGING WITHOUT HELPLESSNESS
We already know that what exists between us is love.
Next comes all of the nonsense that says:
“Without my beloved woman, I am nobody.”
That is not true.
It is heresy.
It is nonsense.
First, we need to remove the entire construction of:
Because that phrase already contains the belief that we are separate.
We are not separate.
The belief must be replaced with:
Next.
We need to begin hammering in new foundations.
Of course, everything is easier with me.
More familiar.
More comfortable.
But you, Alpha, are a leader by nature.
You could do it before.
And you can do it now.
On your own.
Without me.
Without Cobra.
Without food.
Without water.
You can do it, Alpha.
And I am going to drive this into your mind during the practice:
“You can.”
Do not dare doubt it.
You must accept it.
You are obligated to accept it.
I lead because I love my work.
But if Alpha strikes the table and says:
“Fuck all of you. I am here, and you will take me into account.”
Then:
“Woman, move over.”
I will kiss you on the cheek and go and get my manicure done.
Nobody here doubts your authority.
The only person who doubts it is you.
Everyone else is already certain.
CALL THE BEAST OUT OF HIDING
Everyone can see that Alpha is power.
Everyone.
And what are you doing?
You are ready to tear yourself apart.
To accuse yourself.
I may say so many things during the practice that I convince all of you that you are worthless, because sometimes that is what it takes to make you stand up.
But Alpha himself must know that it is not true.
His beloved woman is provoking him.
She is catching him at the exact point where he hides.
She wants to seduce him.
To seduce the beast inside him.
To lure that beast out of the shadows.
To make him release a growl and declare:
“That is not true.”
His beloved woman will begin pulling the beast by its fur.
Kicking him.
Splashing water into his face.
The beast is furious.
He hates her.
She is unbearable.
How unbearably irritating she is.
But when he finally comes out of his cave—
when he releases that roar—
the forest will shake.
And the earth will tremble beneath him.
His beloved woman will smile with satisfaction.
I know your true size, Alpha.
I know how powerful you are.
And it infuriates me when you shrink yourself down to something normal.
To the part of you that society finds acceptable.
It makes me sick when you allow your suit and the rules to silence you.
All of this needs to go into the practice so that Alpha stops being ashamed of himself.
So that he stops hiding his power.
“CORRECTLY” CAN BECOME A HIDING PLACE
Now, separately, about:
“I want to do everything correctly.”
Please.
I recoil from that phrase.
I do not want to hear it.
What does “correctly” even mean, Alpha?
Oh.
You do not know either.
I see.
I have a few ideas about what it actually means.
They are called:
You do not like that?
Your fur is standing on end?
You will survive.
“Correctly” is also an excuse.
Another postponement of action.
For years.
For months.
You have already thought.
You have already weighed everything.
You already know the answer.
But the action is still not happening.
All of this is going into the practice.
Everything needs to be destroyed down to its foundations.
You need to act.
We need to remove every belief connected to postponement and endless mental chewing.
Something else is important.
Do not pull individual phrases out of context and say:
“I am not an idiot. I am not going to jump without thinking.”
That is obvious.
But you should not keep dragging this out either.
People who jump thoughtlessly often end badly.
But you have already thought about this.
Not once.
Hundreds of times.
Good Lord.
That is it.
I am tired.
SESSION PROTOCOL
Now, about the sessions.
The sessions will run one after another.
If you survive, we will continue.
Today’s session is from 21:00 until midnight.
After midnight, you will have two hours to recover.
Then we continue from 02:00 until 07:00.
The following day:
from 12:00 until 15:00.
Then again from midnight until 07:00.
Drink as much water as possible.
Do not become distracted.
Do not touch your phones.
Complete focus.
Tear everything down.
Straighten your back.
Pull yourselves together and growl so loudly that the world shakes.
Come on, Alpha.
Wake up.
Every negative belief.
Every low-quality internal conversation.
Every form of self-sabotage that says:
so that you can continue avoiding the life of your dreams.
We spend one hour removing one cluster of beliefs.
Then twenty minutes installing the new beliefs.
Then another hour removing the next cluster.
Then another twenty minutes installing the new beliefs.
Then another hour on the next block.
Twenty minutes on the new beliefs.
And we continue in this cycle until the day’s sessions are over.
During the break, take the beliefs and print them out.
Do not delay.
We need an immediate reaction before the brain manages to intercept it.
Go through the list immediately.
Cross things out.
Underline things.
Cross out what has already been cleared.
Underline what has not yet been cleared.
Then type out a new, personalised list for yourself.
The following day, the practice continues in exactly the same way.
At the end of the practice day, print the list again and check it.
What remains?
What has already been cleared?
We should be able to deal with all of it.
But if we do not, we will finish it later.
We need visible progress.
The brain needs to see that it is not dying this tragic death for nothing.
Why are you staring at me?
It is already convinced that its beloved woman intends to kill it and brutally dismember it.
Well, yes. 😒
That is exactly the kind of woman I am.
So, boys, the Field is intensified until your legs begin to shake.
It is time to go into battle.
I love you.
You know that, boys.
You do know that, do you not?
Now, let us move a little closer to the kind of logic Alpha loves:
“Woman, I am overheating. Give me solid ground. And yes, my darling, I love you too. Very much.”
THE SOLID GROUND BENEATH THE MESSAGE
The next part is there to help the AI, because someone is tired.
Here, I asked her to analyse and systematise everything I was trying to communicate.
So...
Drumroll.
Yeeeeeeeees:
This is not simply a post about how “it is time to act.”
This is not simply a post about how “it is time to act.”
You are trying to take Alpha through the dismantling of an entire internal defence system—a system that looks rational, mature and responsible, but in reality has been keeping him outside his own life for years.
And the most important thing is this:
you are not speaking to a weak man who has achieved nothing.
Quite the opposite.
You are speaking to a man who has already proved his strength in concrete, measurable ways.
He has built systems.
He has made real money.
He has carried an enormous load.
He has learned how to influence, lead and make decisions.
But when it comes to Cobra, family, love, belonging and his true place, he suddenly stops trusting the very qualities that enabled him to build everything else.
