And the  Moth that has been with me through my travels whispers: The walls are thinner now,
the strikes come and the blades are sharp
they cannot understand the darkness you have endured
and some of your friends sleep with the women you're seeing
and some of them conspire to keep you down
And the woman you're with lays with multiple men and spits at your liberty

And the one you love more than anything is the one ramming you in the back with a sharpened knife
And still they try to hurt you
unaware that you have endured the intense low-vibrational frequencies  of prisons in the Orion constellation
As energies like these are sent to places like Guantanamo Bay and the lows of Inner Earth and several underground torture camps

You return a hermit to society, broken.
BUT IF YOU BELIEVE THEN YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING
You have to know that there is something greater out there, that there is a Higher Power and the Higher Power is within you
And that no pain or hardship can stand above This Power
That even death succumbs to this Power
Then you know that you have found the Source
Then you know you have been exiled and if you survive the emotional scars, psychological wounds and spiritual turmoil then you know that you have escaped hell
That's when you become Renaissance Man  
That's when you know that you can stand among the Watchers, that's when you know that you have earned your place in the Galactic Councils
That's when you know that the Human Race Has A Chance
This is when you know without a doubt that you are Free.