There is always the day of reckoning… a pound of flesh it must have the area you have given less attention cries “I’m here! I’m here!” but when it is not listened to it begins to rebel and becomes sickness, divorce, lost friends, loss of memory and an anguished soul.

The area you are obsessed with owns you and makes you its slave. You feel trapped and stifled and you want to get away so you become anxious, angry, resentful, and negative but it’s too late because a door has been opened for the devil to rare its ugly head and a price has to be paid.