Thirty years of mythology. Then the mechanics. Even as a kid, I’d throw tarot cards across the room when I pulled ones I didn’t like. Then I’d announce to anyone within earshot: “No. I don’t want magic. I want mysticism. I want mastery from the INSIDE.” I was five. I had opinions. I had a pink dress with ruffles and zero tolerance for cosmic bureaucracy. The universe was going to explain itself or face consequences. It took me thirty years to write those opinions down. Here they are. Your body is reacting to that sentence right now. Something in your blood just shifted direction, rerouting toward a truth it’s been…