For those of you who had been devout occultists of the left handed path, how have the mundane things in your life have shattered and been completely destroyed when you had penetrated those spheres?
And when that happened, how hard was it for you to regain your senses before continuing on? That do you see a fine distinctual line between using power to give you material pleasures over what is needed or forsaking the flesh to move beyond the perceptual perimeter of mundane awareness?
Or do you see that there’s a fine balance to this?
You don’t have to share personal details if you feel that they’d be too revealing but alas, would you say that there’s a definite sacrifice for such fruits?