Every one of us has some fatal flaw in our equation that can fuck up a perfectly good life...
You can have every variable in your equation in the proper order and have just one or two variables off and it will render the entire equation impotent... It will render your magick irrelevant... powerless.
In fact, this fatal variable is often our greatest asset and property within our own personal constitution...
The antidote will always be found within the poison...
I have observed good dudes all my life that remain forever broke as a joke simply because they just couldn’t get their act together, they couldn’t identify, recognize and rectify their fatal flaw in their equation... And then they bitch and blame and build up resentment in their heart that renders it heavier than the feather of Ma’at...
Every single ounce and scrap of a man’s anger and resentment is entirely predicated on his lack of showing up and performing his god-given duty to himself and to mankind at large.
Most every man out there is fighting the wrong enemy and they wonder why they keep spinning their wheels going fucking nowhere... Boozing and blaming and bitching and fighting against ghosts none the wiser...
It is a wise practice to get ruthless with yourself.
You already know what your fatal flaw actually is... Sometimes we run so fast trying to get away from it that we almost forget it’s even there... But you can’t cheat the mountain, pilgrim. Sooner or later you will have your day of reckoning.
Don’t go out of this world already dead.
The richest landscape in the world are the graveyards, because most people die with all of their treasures buried inside of them, never doing whatever it takes to pull it out of them...
As for you there my friend... Do whatever it takes... Discover that treasure that no moth or rust can corrupt.
I am always in your corner for those still struggling and striving.
As above, so below
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