To become who you are, you must destroy who you were.
Everything you thought you knew—about yourself, about the world—must be filtered through the fire of your deepest truth.
This is not a gentle process.
It is a necessary act of violence against the self that clings to comfort, illusion, and control.
To be born again, you must first be willing to face death.
Death to the ways of the world.
Death to your patterns.
Death to your pride.
Death to the versions of you built to survive what you’ve already outgrown.
Revolution cannot be bought. Freedom must be earned and fought for.
It is cultivated in the silence of your soul,
in meditations with God,
and in the confrontation of your own heart and deepest thoughts.
It demands patience.
Practice.
A relentless pursuit of inner truths.
You are standing at the threshold.
Behind you: the known path, paved and predictable.
Ahead: the dark wild—
A place of unimaginable horrors, of whispers, shadows, and mirrors that reflect everything you fear.
Still, you must go.
Take nothing with you but the simplest of provisions—FAITH
Leave it all, especially attachment.
’For even that will be stripped from you.
And when you emerge, bare and breathless,
you will not be who you once were.
You will be…
ALIVE.
