The only thing holding you down in the sewer-dungeon of first-stage birth is your own emotional energy. No malicious entities are working against your ascent from muddy water to sparkling sunlight, just you. (Despite appearances, this is your dreamstate and you’re the only one here.) The mechanism by which you perform this amazing and unnatural feat of self-suppression is emotion, and the single beam striking your prismatic heart and radiating out into your full emotional spectrum is fear. It doesn’t have to be, and maybe someday it won’t be, but for now, it is.