A Penta is dominated by direction; it's pulling. And it pulls everything in and it strips away that other option. It strips away the individual direction. How many sacrifices have you made for your family? How many roads have you taken because they're not your road?
Because you are bound to the glue of the Penta, it takes great strength and discipline and correctness within yourself to resist such things. But they are there, and if you are not aware, if you are not vigilant, you watch and see how it pulls you along until you get to that place where you say, ―Why am I here? How the hell did I get here? I don’t want to be here."
Penta is a living thing and it doesn't give a hoot about you. It's clear to me that in no sense is it aware of you. The trans-auric form takes a view, bits and pieces. It's sort of like a Frankenstein—I don't mean to paint a dark, ugly or anything picture, but it gives you an idea.
It's these bits and pieces that it pulls electromagnetically from your aura. It doesn't take all of you. It's why you always feel when you're growing up that nobody knows you; nobody sees you because you're always somehow controlled in the way you react and behave within the conditioning of whatever the Penta happens to be.