Your body chose long before your mind caught up.
This isn’t a decision.
This is the return.
This is the final threshold.
The Rite is not a program.
This is not mentorship.
This is not a product.
This is a return through devotion.
If you’re here, something ancient already opened.
Not in your mind.
In the pulse.
In the ache.
In the place your body never betrayed.
The version of you that arrived will not remain.
But only illusion will dissolve.
Only what was never yours will fall away.
This is not a performance.
You are not here to convince.
You are not asking to be received.
You are remembering how to return.
If the mind still lingers—
Come back when your body walks without waiting.
If the ache has ripened,
If the pulse has pierced,
Then you already know.
And if you know—
the return has already begun.