I let go of the fear of not reaching my full potential. I walk to the edge and jump knowing for certain that I have wings to fly.

From what I could recall, we worked in the temple together. He was my teacher; a grandmaster in the art of alchemy.

What of bullets and such when we have the power to command the elements.

Summon the incorruptible ones; those who were tempted but were not swayed by the lies and materials offerings of the adversary.

We breathe. We live. We work. What energy shall I call upon this day? What is the work that must be done right now?

Nothing is forced; you have free will to choose. Pain and struggle? Or grace and ease?

Those who accept the programming are rewarded with position, preference and privilege. Outliers are punished as heretics, criminals and social rejects.

I lay claim to my power to create the reality I desire to live in. I speak Maat and do Maat.

Without the discipline of ritual, forgetting is far too easy no matter the number of clues you leave to help jog your memory.