Sit down and close your eyes for a minute. I want you to imagine the one thing you'd want if you could make any wish come true, you are not allowed to limit yourself based on logic, conventions of morality, plausibility or any other thing excuse about how it isn't possible. Don't try to call something to mind, just let the life you want, the life you could never admit to wishing for with every part of your deepest self, the thing you don't even allow yourself to want wish and dream for, let that secret desire float to the surface. Be as aware as you can of what that reality is. When you're ready open your eyes. Now, what would you give to make that your living reality? Quit getting in your own way and make it happen, no matter the cost.
With this in mind, I've decided to get a tattoo today. I'll post pictures of it later but its essentially an artistic reinterpretation of the image below, the sigil of Ronove. Ronove is a goetic demon who according to occult sources, gains his power and notoriety in hell, by showing off how culturally influential he is. Part of this is by taking select artists who devote themselves to summoning him, and ushering them to the very top epsilons of society, helping them find both fame and fortune within their medium.
While I personally identify as a non-deistic animist and see Ronove as an archetype from the collective unconscious, the tattoo for me is a symbol. It represents for me that I'm willing to cash it all in. The idea being I'm permanently and indelibly marking myself, willing to condemn myself to any sort of infernal damnation in the theoretical afterlife, if it means that I will achieve the success I'm after. I am willing to do ANYTHING to achieve my goals, and that's why I know that eventually I WILL achieve them.
The moment you draw a line in the sand and say the minute I reach this line, I'm going to stop and quit and move in another direction, is the minute you set yourself up for failure. I've chosen to be homeless before for the chance to better my career, when I was younger I really had that fire and commitment to make it, up until I started drawing lines in the sand. No more lines, I will make it or I will keep trying till they drag me to hell.
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