Ease your pain, if only for awhile, while you transmute. Breathe in the elixir, the delicate scent of myrrh and magic. Death of the ego. Death of the past self. Death of old ways. Death is not an end, but a transmutation. Do you trust us? Then fall into trance. Do you trust us? Then feel your body and your past become weightless in the present moment. Do you trust us?