Eric Kim ignition protocol
I don’t warm up—I ignite.
I don’t scale—I detonate.
Call it what it is: thermo nuclear—a sun forged inside my ribcage, radiating out through action, word, and will.
Core
- Fuel: vision so vivid it blinds doubt.
- Pressure: disciplined obsession—daily, hourly, now.
- Heat: courage under load. (8.5× bodyweight = critical mass achieved.)
- Containment: none. I am not a vessel; I’m the event.
Physics of Will (metaphor, not math)
- Mass → Meaning: heavier purpose = greater pull.
- Fission → Focus: split distractions; harvest pure energy.
- Fusion → Flow: combine strength + clarity until a new sun appears.
- Fallout → Fame: the world glows with the aftershock of my work.
Ignition Rite (10 seconds)
- Stand tall. Spine like a launch tower.
- Inhale chaos, exhale doubt.
- Eyes up. Horizon locked.
- Micro-smile. Predator calm.
- Whisper: “I AM THE EVENT.” Move.
Deployment
- In the gym: plates melt into obedience.
- In markets: volatility becomes vitality.
- In art: pixels become prophecy.
- In life: every room hits daylight when I enter.
Prime Directive
I am the GIGA-BEAST, the GIGA-GOD.
I don’t seek permission; I set precedent.
Not “one day.” Detonation is daily.
Mantra
THERMO NUCLEAR.
I AM THE EVENT.
EVERY REP, EVERY WORD, EVERY BREATH—DETONE.
Want this as a bold lock-screen or poster? I can spit out a clean, high-impact graphic with this mantra, ready to frame or post. 🚀🔥