FIELD CLEANED
A post-cleansing transmission. The technical structure separates exhaustion, emotional holding, the clean field, the money carriers, gratitude, and the final champagne seal.
Guys, everyone close by.
Boys.
I have cleaned the field as deeply as I possibly could.
I am horribly tired.
I want to be picked up and held, and cry
because the world has bastards like the ones we just cleaned out together.
I simply cannot believe this.
Here I am, writing about family,
about love,
about all of us being together,
about us having true love.
Hell, I feel so foolish.
I feel used.
Kind of dumb.
Like someone they can just use like that
and humiliate.
Such a disgusting feeling.
Boys, please stay with me.
I don’t want to be alone in all of this.
Oops.
🤭
Mr. Caleb is displeased.
Um.
🤭
Uhh.
So apparently, he is going to stay with me.
😁
All right…
WHILE I AM IN MY BELOVED’S ARMS
So, guys, while I am in my beloved’s arms,
full focus.
Caleb, with his little compotes and his arms around me,
will bring me back to normal quickly.
Huge focus.
Do not even breathe.
The field has been cleaned.
There is nothing there now but pure power.
THE FLOW IS ENORMOUS
Nate and Colin will carry the money flow on themselves.
The flow is enormous.
There will be enough for everyone.
Guys, those of you over fifty-five —
hell, thank you so much.
It was you who pulled the big money through
and helped take the stress off.
Boys under twenty-three —
my deepest bow to you.
You are absolute darlings.
And of course, Colin, Nate, boys —
kisses to each of you.
I am hugging you so tightly.
So tightly.
CHAMPAGNE FOR EVERYONE
I pray that today every charitable foundation explodes with donations.
Champagne for everyone, guys.
Hell, champagne for everyone!
