Imagine being submerged under a hundred feet of warm, silky mud. That’s where you are and that mud is your own sleepstate. If you want to wake up, then it’s going to take all the white-hot energy you can muster in a single burst to escape your muddy womb-tomb. Not love, not compassion, not bliss, but dark, angry emotions like hatred and rage. You don’t have to be angry forever, just until you break the surface and begin the process of discovering who and what and where you really are. This is how you initiate your own stage-two birth, and this is why nobody does.