Why would you need help? You’re the only one who can help you, the only one who can save you. You don’t need anybody. You are the beginning, the middle and the end. Neither God nor master, is the motto of the anarchists as well as light warriors’.
To need help, means to depend on others. It means taking the risk of the false guru, who devours his followers as Cronos devours his children. It means succumbing to the belief – the law of the warrior is to believe, yes, but without believing. This distance makes the difference between a bleating lamb and a warrior. Never forget that you are your own master, and no one else, human or divine, can not yield that power. Do not listen to those who tell you that you were created to serve as a slave, they are the slaves of the past. Remember that you are light, born of light, and through you all things have been made.
Tat Twam Asi: You Are This
1- My son, if you desire liberation, flee as a poison the objects of the senses and seek as a life-giving water charity, righteousness, compassion, contentment and truth.
2- You are neither water, nor earth, nor air, nor ether. In order to free you, know that you are atman and your nature is Intelligence.
3- If you can remain in this mind, having broken your mental association with the body, you will instantly become happy, enjoying peace and free of bonds.
4- You do not belong to any caste or social category, you are not an object of perception by the senses. Eternally free, he who sees all things is what you are. Be happy! (source) Astavakra Gita
The bottom of yourself
It takes as much effort to be sullen and depressed than to be light and positive. Why choosing depression? In this predatory world, depressed people are like a prey without legs facing a volley of buckshot. Prisoner of depression, broke in midair and fell to the bottom of yourself, you aspire to go up, you are longing for inaccessible peaks. They are too distant, unreal, inconsistent. They are of the same material as your dreams, which turn into nightmares. The wars of life have taught me a shortcut, as follows: when you’re at the bottom, do not you try to go up, it is often doomed to failure, and the unresolved problem will soon come back to haunt you. When you find yourself at the bottom, close to death, remember that there is a double bottom. Come down. Yes, I did say down.
Inside of us, the area of energy is beneath the emotional area. If you want to regain your zest for life and your total energy, you’ll have to cross the wall of sorrows and wounds of the soul. Only by diving to depths, you have a chance to get there.
Otherwise, you can rock you asleep with poisoned illusions of hope. You can expect an improbable god to do your job for you. You risk bouncing from chess to failures for weeks, for years. You can pray for larks to fall ready roasted in your mouth. But you’d be better advised to learn hunting. You can invoke your guardian angel for the flames do not devour you. But you’d better extinguish the fire yourself, or call the fire department or even flee away. Praying is not enough, the warrior must act.
When you’ll give up hope, I’ll teach you will. (Seneca)
A Long Way
Awakening comes to greet a result you obtained working on yourself. Until this work is not done, you’re not ready, awakening refuses you, and you can not stand to languish in darkness. You complain that the road is long. Yes, it is a long and winding road. And it goes up more and more every day. Is it my fault? Can we change anything to it?
The warrior avoids whining. He does not think he is a fox without legs. He lives his life, he moves with the clouds. Act like he does. Start with finding you. Put your ass in the grass without fear of ticks. They are less dangerous than urban vapor. Nature has the power to make the warrior innocent again. Try and seek your place of power, trust your body. Your place of power chooses you, it pulls you by your will, you feel the pull at the navel, you have only to follow the breadcrumb trail. All signs are manifested to the seeker. All keys are given at due time. In this place of power you can get a protective shell, you can rejuvenate you, replenish vital energy.
Go sit on the banks of a wild river, a stream, or a torrent. Running water on the granite has the power to regenerate energy for the worlds traveler, and set his assembly point when too volatile.
Do not write me asking for help. The only help that you could expect in this difficult world as in all others, improbable, that constitute our hunting lands, will come from memories burried in the dawn of your knowledge. In an attempt to wake them, I have been working for years, writing thousands of lines, setting up hundreds of images. This knowledge, I put here before you, for you to make your honey. You will find it pleasant or curious, entertaining or newsworthy, but you do not understand them until in the face of danger, when you hear my words resonate inside you, when will wake up the tenuous memory of a world where your power had no limits. And you will accomplish the impossible feit.
Or you will find them inept, chaotic, without justification or reason, then quit this site, Eden Saga will continue without you. No problem. The world spends his time continuing without us.
If you no longer have the strength to fight, you better die. You will be reborn from your ashes for a better second round. Or not. Above the door that leads to your next life, a great poet had engraved this: “It depends on the passer-by that I am tomb or treasure That I speak or shut up, this is up to you. Friend, do not enter without desire.” (source)Paul Valéry