This is an unfurling of power… of the darkness that orgasms and remembers you in the spaces between… a traversing of underworld, shadow, and the void beneath. This is also where you begin holding the line on the ENTIRETY of the magic & the soul. Not only when it’s pretty and the spotlight is on and the crowd is screaming your name. Nah. I mean, that shit is all well and good. But this is about who you are when the curtains have gone down and the people have gone home… This is about who you’d be if it were only and ever ABOUT that Beingness. So that when you look at YOURSELF in the mirror, you are utterly, UTTERLY satiated and satisfied with the essence and evocation of the You.