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Fasting vs Intermittent Fasting

This is about fasting. About denying your body and mind of the energy it needs just to satisfy your ego and think that you are being saintly by enacting this atrocity. But this is not religious in any way. I don’t have any beliefs. As most important in my life, I take very serious the topics of taking care of my mind and body. So, this blogpost or writing here is about how fasting affects you, your body and mind, and the truth about fasting in general.

And when fasting to lose weight, it is even worse for the immune system. It attracts illnesses. And fasting increases fat retention, because it makes the mind more anxious and hungry; thus tissues weaker and unable to absorb fats in a proper manner. I used to fast for 2 days, 3 days, a week, even more. Fasting is not healthy in any way. The belief, thought, and tradition of fasting come from the old days. In the old days, tradition, religion taught that denying your mind and body of food is a form of righteousness, a way to become connected to the suffering of others. Nonsense, of course.

Fasting is a way, a very selfish way, to pat yourself in the back and create this illusion that you are a good person; but, in reality, it does nothing for the poor or suffering people around the world. Fasting is just another belief, which you might consider as a great belief; however, not a belief that actually helps people. The only fasting that helps is if someone saves the money from those meals they don’t eat while fasting, and then unselfishly give that money to the poor for their meals. But no one does this, so fasting is just another illusion, another deception religion has created and planted in the subconscious of the ignorant masses. I know because I was one of these, and I have awakened myself to the truth.

Increasing intelligence, growing in understanding, keeping myself healthy is the most important thing in life for me.

After years of seeking ways to improve my cognition and understanding, I found intermittent fasting. I do not eat in the morning. I leave the whole morning for my stomach to wash itself from the prior night’s meal. This time also serves for my immune system to increase strength, to become more capable of bringing healing to my body’s tissues. By intermittent fasting, I not only help my body absorb and use fats more properly to become stronger and leaner, but I also increase my brain’s capacity for intelligence by giving my nervous tissues the proper time and energy to store the right nutrients. This type of fasting does not weaken my body, because it is only in the morning that I do not eat, not for days and days as the common, religious fasting. Most importantly, this fasting does not create false beliefs and illusions in me of being saintly.

My experience with moving on

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“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence; the past is a place of learning, not a place of living.”

― Roy T. Bennett

Lately I’ve been thinking about my twin baby sisters, which died before birth due to complications with contractions and the umbilical cord. Don’t really want to bring it up with my mom, in case there is still some painful memories in her. But, questions still linger in me: What would they look like today?? Would they be religious like my mother or in the path of awakening and self-discovery like me?? Interesting how things happen in life, and that everything happens for a reason.

If they were alive today, and so was my brother and father, how different life would be for me. How evolution takes its course in the direction set by each change, and so life takes shape. The main thing is to be grateful of how things are, however the situation might be currently. We evolve, take certain paths, and we have the opportunity to learn as well. I wouldn’t be who I am today if things were different. I learn from the pain. I either evolve from it or not. But absorbing the lessons in my life is always up to me. Remaining stuck to my past does not help me build my life and move forward.

One must acknowledge first that life is now, and that from being totally present now, then we can successfully evolve. Because we all carry burdens, pain, things which were tragic for us; but the real key to love and happiness is creating new experiences, and to do this we require courage. Now, courage, being brave, even strong willingness to move on, does not exist if we remain attached to the past. The past, the hurt, the things lived. These are there to make us stronger, to allow us to become better, to learn and move on. Stepping stones, and not burdens to stop us from creating a better future.

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My experience with meditation

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In my own experience with meditation. Take it easy. Don’t rush into an outcome. Don’t expect great results fast. The main things are commitment, persistency, patience. These are a must if we are serious about meditation. Now, this is about the kind of meditation where you focus on your breath and in time you increase you’re awareness. Many people sit on a chair, peacefully; and for them this is meditation. I respect that. But that is not what this post is about. For me, meditation is all about increasing self-awareness, creativity and cognition, and also easier detachment from all suffering–like anger, frustration, the thought of death, society’s influence, etc.

So, meditating. When I started, more than 10 years ago, this was very difficult for me. I had rage issues and became really anxious and bothered when I first started to feel the deep silence of meditation. Thoughts and feelings which had been buried deep inside had started to come out, and this was very disturbing, it was hard for me to face them. Once you truly meditate, your thoughts will rush. Your innermost troubles and burdens. In my case, this really irritated me–physically, psychologically, emotionally. But I stuck with it through the years and saw myself awakening, I witnessed my creativity improving, and my understanding of myself and my own faults mainly became clear and undeniable. This made me change and become superior to the person I was.

But, let me be honest here, meditation is not a quick fix, or a cure-all, not in any sense; and whoever tells you it is, might be because they’re trying to sell you something. One thing to have in mind though, you will see improvement if done right; however, not judging here, but you must understand that many people frustrate themselves because they do not do it right. It’s all about your slow breathing. Focus on it. Because breathing is what connects the state of physical life to the state of physical death, so to master your breathing in meditation gives you greater access to wisdom to understand both states of existence. If you deviate and become distracted, come back to it. Come back to your breath as many times as you become aware. This is practicing awareness, when you come back to your breathing. Meditation is not about becoming perfect or doing the practice perfectly; but about committing and not quitting, it requires inner strength and focus. So, never quit. Keep going.

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Punishment and Cosmic Law

“The Loose Damned” is a story of the meaning of life, death, and the unknown.

On this Monday 8/16, a new episode of “The Loose Damned” coming to Kindle Vella.  Story is coming to a conclusion.

Short excerpt.  Chapter 14.

Titled:  “Punishment & Cosmic Law.”

“…Mike and Jenny were holding hands, because it was finally over and their love was stronger now after living this ordeal.  They also looked at peace, because they both could feel why the creature had come and why things were happening the way they were happening…

“The demon had been sent to bring order to the chaos the rogue and psychotic Reaper had created.  He’d broken rules and acted on his own.  Reaper had followed his own thirst for chaos and revenge.  He had broken the trust of those who had made him the Reaper in the first place…  

“The Reaper deals with death.  The Reaper is supposed to balance life, keep evolution as sacred as it is, and maintain the cosmic order in connection to Planet Earth.  A life exits this physicality, a life is born in this physicality.  The old goes out, the new comes in.  This is the way of the cosmos.  This is balance.  But this new Reaper had followed his own selfish desires instead of the established Cosmic Law…”

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A cosmic punishment

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This week a new episode of my short story, “The Loose Damned,” is live on Amazon’s Kindle Vella for fantasy/sci-fi lovers. You won’t want to miss this one. Keep reading to find out why…

It is a story of cosmic proportions. A story about forces of good and evil. A story about rebelliousness, righting wrongs, love, and cosmic punishment.

Michael Vega (Mike) has escaped from hell, and he has broken the space-time rip which shouldn’t be broken doing so. But, unbeknownst to him, the new appointed Reaper and his Hell Snatchers are in close pursuit…

But is Reaper carrying his own twisted motives…?? Haunted by his human memories, Reaper is prone to his own selfishness, his own egomania; and he has a past, a very dark and troubled past…

And what will The Cosmic Council do about about this?? Will they send The demon of Pestilence and Disease to punish and balance whoever threatens the cosmic balance??

Below, a short excerpt of chapter 13.

Titled: “Demon of Pestilence and Disease“

“…It was a threatening and ghastly creature. A specter floating tree level, with what seemed to be tattered clothing or skin, and with an obscure aura about him. He appeared fully materialized, bodily present; however, at times he would sway a little side to side and thus look like a hologram leaving projection in the night’s air. He had a face, a tortured, miserable, non-human looking semblance…

“Extremely small, flying beetles and flies were about him and his aura, and these carried a bluish luminescence of their own. This was the infernal demon of pestilence and disease, and he was a bringer of castigations to the guilty. The guilty was sentenced by The Council of The Unseen. The Council of The Unseen had been established, since mankind’s dawn, by the race of The Celestials. The mysterious stranger belonged to this unknown council and extraterrestrial race…

“No one was moving. No one dared move. They all knew right away. Not with exact detail. But they all sensed his origin, and this brought them chills. See, the one called Reaper, Mike and Jenny, were connected. They were, or had been once, humans entirely. And they were linked to each other by a ‘strange deformity’ in their DNA. Human doctors had called it a ‘congenital disease.’”…

Feminine/Woman/Life

This is about relationships, about the feminine, about the emotional body. Because it is all about this. The mind, the ego, the chattering and arrogant voices, is its opposite. So, life itself is not about the mind. The mind must be tames, yes, enlightened, awakened. But one still must connect (relationship) with oneself beyond that petty mind. Know the feminine force and you know the secrets to a better life in all aspects. Some of us may not understand. Some of us may be rattled and irritated by this.

This understanding depends on where you are in your journey right now. Don’t act out. No one is better or worse. Just different understandings. So, relationship. What is it…?? No labels. Don’t say romantic or friendship. Just relationship. It is a deep connection. It is about the feminine force. It is about the emotional body. The mind sometimes cannot understand the feminine if it is disconnected from the emotional body. A woman, for example, deep in her, beyond all other desires in life. She just wants to feel appreciated, loved, special. She’s been given the greatest glory, the greatest essence, beauty itself (physical and otherwise).

Men think a woman is difficult to understand quite often, but in reality this is not the case. A woman is easy to understand, because she just wants one thing. To feel loved. Now, how a man goes about making that particular woman feel loved?? That is very personal and individual to each man and whether he’s awakened or not. And the man. He is the masculine, the mind, the brunt of the ego. Most of the time, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants sex. He wants money. He wants love. He wants to become better. He wants to be the best at everything in society. He’s lost if he doesn’t bring awakening to his mind. We, men, must bring purpose, the righteous path, a vision of what we truly want in life.

As a young man, I went through this. Most men go through this. But some remain prideful and do not admit it; and this is their burden increasing each day. So, to not make this too long. Relationship. Seek to connect to your emotions. Seek to understand yourself at a deeper level beyond mind and quick desires or urges. Because relationship is the feminine. Life is the feminine. Existence is the feminine. No man can truly become a lover and a creator in life without understanding the feminine. And even though this post might seem drivel to many, many others will understand what this is about. Life is suffering and the mind troubled, frustrating and stubborn if we lack the understanding of the feminine.

Thanks for reading.

Moral values

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As I narrate my new audiobook and edit the same book as I go, I am reminding myself of the essence of morality and moral values:

“But let a man not be falsely conscious as the unscrupulous lawyer, for this so-called “man of law” is not always truly moral. He might not be a bringer of any human law, as he seeks to be recognized in his profession as a “winner” instead of as an example of morality. “Or, let a man not be leaning on his arrogance as the crooked police officer, who becomes a filthy Nazi unto himself by bullying others, causing much human suffering, and degrading his own badge. Ask yourself: What business has a real man in life if not morality itself…?? ~The True Revolution Begins.

So many people do what’s moral as long as it benefits them and their hidden selfishness. Don’t think about others, but think about your own morality as you read this: If you are into politics, who do you support and why?? Are you attached to the wrong others did to you and never actually looking at your own fault?? Are you attached to your own beliefs so much that you can’t see the truth outside it?? Do you look down on others, on anyone at all?? Look at yourself and change. Don’t remain arrogant and immoral. What blocks mankind from feeling true love and happiness in life is attachment to their own selfish immaturity/immorality.

And this, of course, affects all of us. Nobody is the exception. And whoever thinks himself as the exception, shows himself his own arrogance and attachment to his own image. Being moral, having and displaying moral values, morality, is not about doing what billions of people do around the world, and is not following what feels good to you. It is about doing what is right, even if it doesn’t fit with your ego and your desires. And one who can see this without excuses, and then apply it in daily behavior, is the one who is truly awakened. So, we must understand there’s no true morality in us unless we leave our attachment to opinions, to beliefs, to traditions in our family, to philosophies of groups. See this and become better by changing ways of thinking and behaving.

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A better life

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It is true that we are One, in the sense that we are all going through suffering and an inner struggle to find value in this life. We are here, alive, with our flaws, with our past mistakes and current burdens because we must learn as we experience our journeys here. And to see and understand this, and to take it to behavior, is wisdom. That is why to help somebody else, or to motivate somebody else, is to do the same for ourselves. Because inspiring others makes us feel better about our own worth as human beings. Inspiring others also connects us, it opens possibilities to become even better in other aspects of life and to influence others further. Doing this creates self-confidence, and self-confidence is indeed required to grow in life in any aspect.

A life well lived is a life where you feel value within you, where you feel love, compassion, truth, and confidence in your own humanity. Your humanity is your innermost. Your humanity is your essence and what makes you connected to others. It is what gives you that compassion, that love, that link to their suffering and to whatever they are experiencing. This is the value we all seek, but that many bury under heavy layers of ego and pride. Now, to truly look within yourself and awaken is to see past your ego and pride. In order to better your life, as that of others with your example, you must understand that your ego and pride are enemies, that these are not helping you but blinding you from the truth and from making your life better.

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Her magic

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Parents kept telling their child that magic didn’t exist. As the child grew up, her head was fighting between what she wanted to believe and what her parents taught her to believe. She wanted to experience magic, but she was troubled by the burden of her childhood. It was a burden indeed, because it was stopping her from discovering true love, the magic within herself; and all because she was still carrying the beliefs and ignorance others had created for her. These burdens make us desperate for the love and attention of others. And the magic is not experienced this way, because the magic lives in you; however, it requires your full attention, it requires your belief in it.

We live in a world where man rules, and that is why magic is gone, not experienced by most people. Living in a world where man rules then, suffering is the “normal,” violence and anger are the “normal,” and competition and jealousy are the “normal.” The little girl grew up in this world. And this is for any of us suffering in a world ruled by man, attached to it and without a belief in magic. This is so one can awaken and experience this magic in oneself, while leaving the rules of man, while making your own rules. Making your own rules means not copying others, not doing and believing the same others do and believe. Making your own rules means allowing yourself to be more calm and relaxed instead of falling trap of your own impulsive ego.

Making your own rules means working on yourself, your health, your talents, your hobbies, and accepting the way you feel instead of trying to cover it up with alcohol and silly activities. The little girl is an adult now. The little boy is an adult now. And now they must leave behind their pasts, their childhoods, what others have taught them to believe, their traditions and ways of doing things. And this because life is evolving, ever transforming itself into a new future; and so, you must evolve along with it. We all must detach ourselves from the rule of man and the way we’ve been taught, so we can be born again, with new ideas, new thinking, new feeling, and with absolute belief in our inner magic.

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The Loose Damned

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Coming to Amazon this week on Kindle Vella.

Fantasy/mystery story.

“THE LOOSE DAMNED“

It is a short story, coming soon on Kindle Vella, an Amazon service, which can be read by buying tokens. You can buy 1 episode at a time, or many at a time. The first 3 episodes are free to read to introduce the reader to the story.

short blurb or intro: Michael Vega has returned from the beyond. He’s on a mission. But the rip has been opened now, and hell is after him. What will he do…?? Only you can find out.

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These are the first 2 chapters or episodes to get acquainted with the upcoming story.

CHAPTER 1 – “The Return”

A bar scene.  Bars are so depressing.  Or at least this one was.  There was too much smoke in the air.  Someone was smoking like a chimney, but no drunkard there really cared.  The bartender with the unfriendly face cared even less though.  He was cleaning the inside of beer glasses with a dirty cloth.  But, of course, he didn’t know it was dirty; or, better put, he didn’t care.

The old man was just sitting there, facing the bartender and staring at the bottom of his empty glass.  ‘Did I have booze and drank it already…??’ he thought to himself.  Then he sighed in frustration, grunted, and looked at all the alcohol bottles in display in front of him and on the other side of the counter.  His mouth drooling, his eyes reddish, his movements clumsy.  Indeed, very intoxicated.

The old man now glared at the unfriendly bartender.  Then he smiled and said, “So, I know you wanna gimme another beer.  C’mon!  Say it.  You want to, huh.”  His eyes lolling and unsteady.  The bartender just observed him.  Then the old man continued, “Please, I want it!  And I want it!  C’mon.  Be my pal.”

The barman became pensive, then added, “Rowley, just go home.”  Then he got nearer to him, right on his face, and continued, “What did I tell you…??  This was the last one.”

“So, good!  Gimme the last one please,” the old man said while offering his empty glass to be refilled.

“No, you already had your last one.  Now is time to go.  So move it,” he came back firmly.

“O, c’mon.  Just one more.  Don’t be a mean one, Mr. Grinch.  Yes.  You.  Mr. Grinch.”

“GO.  HOME,” he repeated firmly.

The old man pouted like a little kid, then he grunted, then he scoffed.  “Okie dokie.  I know we are friends and all.  So, I won’t stay.  Because… because if I stay… if I stay I kick your…”  Then, before finishing, he dropped to the floor just like a sack of potatoes.

He was awkwardly resting on the ground now.  The few men drinking in the bar were observing him.  Some were laughing.  Some were too drunk to even care.  “Oops.  No!  No!  Don’t help me.  I’m okay…” he said this as he staggered to his feet.  Then he exited the bar, but not before he bumped into some chairs. 

Outside then, he squinted under the sun.  He stopped himself and looked at the road in front of him.  The bar was in the outskirts of the city, and here there were mountains, wilderness, and a very, very long road.  He then wobbled.  He cursed under his breath.  He felt thirsty still.  And he was thinking about taking his motorcycle and going to another bar. 

Where was his motorcycle anyway…??  He’d left it right in front.  Or not.  Perhaps.  He felt confused.  But he walked in circles searching for it, then remembered and went around the bar.  The drinking place had a small parking lot on its side, so he kept walking and trying to find his bike.  Not that the parking lot was big and full of cars, but he was not feeling so well, and his vision was not well either.

“Hey, old man!” came a voice from the side of the main road.  “Are you looking for your son’s wheels?!  It’s mine now that he doesn’t need it anymore!”

The old man swallowed something bitter while staggering to remain on his feet, then he leaned on the bar wall.  His son had passed away.  He’d been on a gang of bikers, so he’d met this guy there.  But what’d happened…??  Weren’t they friends??  How can he steal his dead son’s motorcycle now.  Or maybe this was a joke.  The old man smiled, then said, “Gee.  Too funny!  You’re a funny guy, Steve!  Or whatever your name is.  Can’t remember…”

Before the guy, Steve perhaps, put on his helmet and took off in the bike, he grinned and added, “Nah, I don’t joke!  But, I admit, this is pretty funny, right?!”

The old man was left all alone, confused, not even understanding what’d just happened.  He lost his footing and fell on the ground intoxicated.

Meanwhile, Steve rode the bike hell for leather.  The road in front of him was paved and long, very long.  To his side, wilderness.  Far beyond it, mountains.  Above them all, the skies were blue and the sun was scorching hot.  He thought himself as a speed demon.  He actually felt like a really bad-to-the-bone demon, just because he’d stolen a bike from an old man.  ‘What an accomplishment for my bad-guy résumé,’ he muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, a bright light in the skies.  The blueness of it all trembled.  But this light felt and appeared more like an omen.  This shook Steve to the core.  He didn’t know why, but he felt curious and afraid at the same time; however, he also felt allured by it.  He couldn’t resist it, so he stopped the bike and stared at the bright light.  Dazzling.  Mysterious.  Compelling.

The light was more like holography of colors.  The rainbow-like banner of colors was right above him now, and it also spread all over the road and on part of the wilderness.  It was like something, or someone, had come flying or running out of an interdimensional portal right above the ground…

CHAPTER 2 – “Enter The Loose Damned”

There were no words.  No words to describe the brightness and mystery emanating from the phenomena above him.  Steve looked around him, then behind him.  He was trying to find other witnesses that could corroborate that he wasn’t crazy, that he was actually sane in seeing the spectacle above him.  He saw no one.  The road.  The wilderness.  Total emptiness.

He felt alone, so alone; and anxious, extremely anxious.  The effect of this phenomena was indeed strong.  The light filled by rainbow colors was now sizzling or vibrating rapidly.  And  he was now paying more attention to his surroundings, as the colors were fading and he felt mysteriously aware. 

Then, suddenly, he heard a noise on the tarmac.  Someone was behind him.  Who was it..??  Then he slowly turned around.  There it was.  But he couldn’t see his face at first, since this one was bent on his knees and looking down.  He wore tattered jeans and T-shirt.  He looked like he came from the same pits of hell as The Devil himself.  His long, jet-black hair disheveled.

He was crouching just like a beast ready to pounce on its prey.  He was beside the motorbike and he didn’t seem friendly.  When he looked at Steve, this one almost dropped backwards.  It was him!  How could it be??  He was gone.  He saw his body at the funeral.  What the hell was going on here??

“Kid…??”  Steve asked.  “Is it really you??”

Almost half his face was burned.  But these burns seemed fresh, as if they had occurred just a few minutes ago.  And the muscular boy was not in any pain.  But who was he??  And where had he burned himself like that??  Better yet, Why wasn’t he in the emergency room of a hospital right now??

“What’s  my  name??”  the 6-foot-tall young man demanded.

Steve looked confused and horrified at the same time.  He hesitated, then said, “How-How is this possible…??  What happened to you??”

The strange boy looked unwavering, resolute; but mentally jumbled at the same time.  “What’s my name?!”

No response for several seconds.  Meanwhile, the light in the skies had faded completely.

“Michael, it’s me,” the biker replied. “Don’t you remember…??  What-What is this??  Some kinda joke??”

Then the strange 17-year-old called Michael stood up.  He was looking straight at him, then at his surroundings, then at the skies, then at his own hands.  These ones were telling him something.  Perhaps reminding him something from his past.  His hands had been in places.  Horrible places.  But now they were here.  He was here.  Back here.  But something more was in the back of his mind.  He couldn’t remember it all.  Not yet anyway.

Then, without removing his eyes from his soiled hands, he said as if to himself,  “Yes…  I am Michael…  I am Michael Vega…”  Then he looked at the polished motorcycle in front of him.  It suddenly brought back some beautiful memories.  The wind on his face.  The speed.  The feeling of freedom.  Then, as he gently inspected it with his hands, he followed, “And this is my bike.”

“Well, Mike, I did steal it from—”

And before Steve could even finish his sentence, Mike interrupted, “Steal…??”  Then, with full attention on him, he plodded towards Steve.  “Why did you steal it??  Who are you??”

“Er.  Don’t you remember me??  We were in the same crew!  What’s wrong with you, man??”

He violently grabbed him by the collar and demanded,  “Who are you??  Tell me!”

Steve was 22 years old and had been a gang member for about 4 years now.  And he’d met Mike one night after he’d ran away from his house, away for good from his alcoholic father.  Mike had never met his mother, and he hated his father.  His father had later been sent to prison for killing somebody with his car while driving heavily intoxicated.

But Steve and Mike had become friends since then.  Well, sort of friends.  They had had their problems, but in their unique way they did work through them.  Now,  Mike didn’t remember much; but being closer to him, he patiently studied his face.  There was awkward silence.  Some fuzzy recollections came to him.

“Hey.  Ch-Chill, man,”  Steve added.  “I’m your friend.  Or I was.  Or, what the hell happened to you??”

Michael Vega pierced him with a deep stare, as if staring into his very soul.  There was something powerful in Mike’s eyes now that he was back.  Back from where??  We’ll discover it together soon.

“Shut up.  Come with me.”  Then, without hesitation, he sat on the bike and took off with him….

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and wish to discover what happens next and the terrible hell unleashing upon him. In returning to Earth, Michael has opened the space-time rip, and so the chaos he unfolds increases. Follow me to find out on what day is being released.