Architect of Peace

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Be ever mindful of your speech.

All you say and allow in – even music – acts as a spell upon your being, and not all influence is there to benefit.

Quiet the mind, and learn to listen.

Take control of yourself, and be the master creator you were born to be.

Fear is an illusion.

Despise it and rise above it.

Transmute it into courage.

You Are Responsible for Yourself

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In my mind, I simply behave as I like when I please.

In your head, I am the summary and reminder of the tears you’ve shed and the anxiety you’ve given yourself into.

It’s not my intention to aggravate your pain, and I often come to the conclusion that I innately know how to reflect your inner world to force you to face the shades of your dead.

Not for a moment fool yourself with the thought that your words or deeds can affect me. Only you will suffer the whole price for your nescience and your insolence.

Yelling, taking offense, won’t make your turmoil go away. The more you resist, the more the themes that tint the walls of your consciousness will be projected onto your surroundings.

You will see me and others enact your fears and your blockages until you decide to convert them and use them to propel you toward the next stage of personal evolution.

Whatever you do, I will observe impervious.

You will display your most child-like behaviour when I break down to you your mental processes as you’ll feel denuded before the imposing truth with no way to retaliate against it.

You think your age validates your comportment.

Before my eyes, you are but a snot of life who was never taught to rise above the detrimental patterns of the sleeping rusty ones.

For once, ever since you were birthed into this world of lies, ponder upon the reasons behind your impulses, and stop hiding from your internal problems.

Do yourself a favour.

Know yourself before you engender a monstrosity you will later regret.

Mandate

Fear or adore this force of magnitude eternal.

Cast a curse or soar the sky onto new adventure.

Behold me not with eyes so lachrymose,

for I am the scales that weigh the world.

The Hollow is conscious of thy triumphs and thy failures.

Embrace thy pain as it is joy of another nature.

Hosts act in decree of exacerbation and cessation

to further observation and renovation.

As god, thou art master of thy station.

As human, thou hast forgot the ancient power of sublimation.

I beckon thee to rise as I have bestowed unto thee foresight.

Get thee above the sands of this arid, vile land

that thou mayst tear down the illusions that constrict thy path.