All that being saids friends and foes, is that there's something here. You know, something in the numbers. You know the numbers, don't you? There's something there. God has preordained all of this! Of course, of course. All that being said (again!), how can God deal with the endless qliphoth that have been left upon the ground, that fallow ground out beyond the Aged Realm. You really think you can get here? It sounds crazy, it sounds batshit insane, if you will, that there lays a portal within a 711 in Hell's Kitchen. But you know, that's just the way it goes. These husks will turn you; they will rend your soul.
You're up next, friend. You're here, or you're there, it doesn't matter. But I see you. Ward off these shells of evil. The next place is yours to find.