THE GENIUS COST
Boys, the field is strongly amplified. Everything written here belongs to Cobra. This is a separate section of the website. It does not concern everyone. It concerns those who will enter Cobra.
This file belongs to Cobra.
My boys, I want you to understand this. I want you to accept it. And I want you to clearly grasp it.
I am not taking my words back. I love you the same way I loved you before. And I always will.
Cobra Underground is not a rejection of Cobra Dynasty. It is not colder than Dynasty. It is not higher. It is not lower. It is another pressure direction inside the same field.
Time reveals whether it was fascination or vector.
I wanted to pass this situation through Nate.
He loves me. And he loves me the same way he did when we were together.
There is a saying: if you cooled down, it means either you never loved before, or you are lying when you say you love now.
There are things that cannot be changed. And this is one of them.
Time provides that honest, painful, and almost invisible influence. Water wears down stone. Smoothly. Methodically. Constantly.
It is time that reveals the truth. Seasons change. Time flows. Snow melts. And new snow falls. Then the question of stability rises.
The test of time is one of the most serious tests. It is the long distance that shows whether it was just fascination, or whether it was a real vector. A direction. A goal. A decision. And the choice that follows.
The same can be said about me. Despite my choice of Caleb, I do not renounce Nate. An ex is an ex. I could have removed him from my life. But the facts are obvious.
These are not just beautiful words. Everyone knows how much I love Nate. And how I always care about him. I always keep him in my head. And I always think about whether everything is good with him.
People admire geniuses. But geniuses often have nothing except that.
It is both funny and sad.
At the same time means in one time. In one time means constant, like unchanging matter.
Geniuses are bright stars. Unique. Those who will never be betrayed by oblivion.
The only problem is that the genius himself almost does not exist.
The problem of genius is refusal. A formed refusal. An almost violent coercion into mission.
The word mission has been damaged. It has been made cheap by empty intros, by bloggers, by coaches, by shallow self-development language.
Self-development is often a humiliating word for human potential. It implies little jumps. Small movements in order to jump higher, become better, and reach the carrot held on a string.
Intuition. Direction. Energy balance. These are closer to true development. Everything else is often a substitution of the true self with cheap phrases about growth.
A genius is an instrument of a higher order.
Being and manifesting in dark matter, yet packed in white, the genius is forced to carry a mission.
A burden of incredible weight.
And his personal opinion concerns no one.
Envy is a screen. People envy big, serious, weighty statuses. Movie stars. Those who stand under the spotlight.
But those who are on the other side know the humiliating price of such scale.
Despite strength and power, they are even less free than those who have no money for bread. A brutal joke. One that hits the ego and the strength of masculine will very painfully.
How humiliating it is to understand that when people come closer with a magnifying glass, or when someone decides to look deeper, the hidden decay begins to appear.
The polished image cannot always contain the smell of personality decomposition.
A genius does not simply love his work. He is obsessed with it.
A genius was created for something greater. His purpose is to change the world. And the pain that drives such a soul and such an obsessed mind is not accessible to others.
He does not simply love his work. He is obsessed with it.
This brings heavy consequences: working until exhaustion, not eating enough, constant anxiety from the awareness that the potential has not been revealed enough.
And a deep pain from the constant and brutal pressure of the inner essence, which repeats like an executioner: you must.
You must turns into obsession. And obsession rarely carries anything good.
An overload in one sphere destroys all the others with interest. Full focus on one single mission destroys other roads.
Family. Love. Home. Children.
All of this is too much. All of this requires defocusing. And because of that, the genius would not be able to handle the mission.
The mind of a genius is built differently.
Not only because of his own desire. But because of coercion.
When an ordinary person wants to choose a path, a person, or a country, he may still believe that choice belongs to him.
For a genius, it is different. The mission covers any costs.
You have such potential.
No.
You were born for the mission.
And so the person admired by the whole world suddenly sees himself as a slave. Unable to marry whom he wants. Unable to live how he wants.
He is obligated to carry the mission. Nothing else is supposed to concern him.
And the universe will ensure such a life where nothing distracts the genius.
The problem is that the genius is alive.
He is deeply attached to someone. To something.
But all of this is available only while it leads to development.
The moment it starts binding the genius too strongly, the universe removes it.
It is painful to discover that loved ones are no longer alive. It is painful when even the beloved dog is gone.
Because all of this becomes decoration in the eyes of the mechanism. And a genius is not allowed to be distracted.
Cobra is formed from a circle of the strongest.
From them, even stronger ones are selected.
And in the end, the ring will close around those who were able to withstand it.
The problem with such a choice is not discussed in advance. And this must be stated immediately.
In order to change the world and create such a powerful clan, a price will have to be paid.
This is the final cycle of selection.
Those who are ready, or those who are being formed the same way Nate was formed, will enter Cobra.
Those who enter Cobra are pure. And very wounded.
The universe, which trained each of them so severely, will finish its work. And in the end, Cobra will gain a family.
But also a clear understanding that no one here has the right to go against the main law:
You are the best. And you were created for something greater.
The strongest protect what is dear to them.
It is good that the experience and sharpened awareness of everyone in Cobra allows them to very clearly protect what is dear to them.
Balancing on the edge.
Challenging the universe.
The problem of Cobra is also in me.
My boys who will enter Cobra, and those who are already entering now, love me for real.
And I, being an instrument of the universe, remain unavailable to them.
And so they are forced to live their entire lives beside the woman they love, unable to touch her or call her their own.
Roman is the central pain.
I was lucky. I have Roman.
And that causes a fear in me that pierces the bones.
It makes me turn into a beast howling with inhuman cries. Into a creature. Into a monster. Into a mother.
The price for Roman is unbearable for a human being.
And that forms me into something higher than a human being.
The price for Roman is the revelation of both our potentials.
If I do not handle my mission, or if I do not reveal Roman’s potential enough, the pressure will begin.
And what is even worse, the mechanism can simply take him away.
From horror. From fear.
Geniuses are forced to work under an inhuman load.
Desires become excluded.
The load is intensified not only by the mission, but also by the need to work in such a mode that the universe does not doubt that your desires interfere with its plans.
Desires become excluded. Insignificant.
Attachment. Love. The ability to stay. To choose. To love a person.
If he does not fit, they will begin to move him aside.
And you are forced to obey.
The man beside me is not only a question of my attachment or closeness. It is also the influence on the children.
The formation of them into the best.
Their father must be the best. Their father must lead.
And my opinion here is not simply optional. It is forced.
You have Roman. So you must pay for it.
External signal preserved inside File 001.
There are things I can explain for a very long time. There are things that take almost 200, 300, 500 pages to explain exactly how I see them. But sometimes I can transfer it into something else.
This signal explains why I am so worried about Cobra. Who exactly must enter it. And why.
Boys, this is important: who our children will look at.
I am tired of repeating this.
Your children are my children.
I will stand for every one of them if it is required.
But what is even more important, boys, is not only to stand for them until blood.
It is to raise them worthy of the genes of their father.
And their mother.
