Start by helping yourself, heaven will help you. Act without expecting the result of your action. Fight with the energy of despair, despair will fall, energy will remain. You are the beginning, the middle and the end. Neither god nor master, this is the motto of anarchists like that of warriors of light. But they recognize the existence of their inner god. With him they are invincible.
Kindness to ourselves helps us be kind to others.
To need help is to be prepared to depend on others. It is taking the risk of the guru, who devours his followers like Cronos devours his children. It is surrender, it is invalidation, it is doubt of its omnipotence. It is succumbing to belief alone, whereas the law of the warrior is to believe, yes, but without believing. This distance makes all the difference between the bleating lamb and the warrior. Between the slave of a faith and the master of oneself. Never forget that you are your own master, and that no one else, human or divine, can take this power away from you. 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 by you everything has been done.
1- My son, if you desire liberation, flee as 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 yourself, know that you are an Atman and your nature is Intelligence.
3- If you can remain in this intelligence, having broken your mental association with the body, you will instantly become happy, enjoying peace and free from 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! (Astavakra Gita)
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.
“When you’ll give up hope, I’ll teach you will.” Strange advice of the wise Seneca! It is a question of meditating on it to better feed on it. At first glance, it goes against the grain of common sense. At first glance only.
Hope gives life, we say. How wrong! Hope is a golden trap, a promise forever disappointed, a poisoned gift that pushes us to suffer, suffer again, instead of acting to improve things. The church and bourgeois morality have taught us this stupid precept to make us slaves subject to a will more powerful than ours. God’s? He can take a lot, this one! But he’s not that good.
No, hope does not help. It subjects you to the will of the powerful, the monopolists, the exploiters, the cynics, the dogs. Be a cat. Smarter than brutal dog, more skillful, faster, more graceful. Bring your claws in, so that they keep sharpened. Constantly exercise our will. Or better yet, use intention, faithful servant, which captures subtle energy and aligns you with transcendence.
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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. Write to me to give me news of your joie de vivre. Or to tell me about your last astral journey. Thus does the warrior of the worlds. The traveller without luggage. The witness without memory. The eternal absent to himself. The child badly grown. The bud that doubts of the flower. Renais. Find your inner joy. Face your misfortune, learn the art of laughing.
Humor helps us survive and stay sane.
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 its time continuing without us.
If you are ready to fight against your indolence, your laziness, your routines, your small pleasures, your delusions that lead you into the wall of shame; if you feel attacked, upright, aligned, greedy and Goliath; if you want to get through the smoke screens that have limited your horizon for too many lives, then I can do something to make you seize your lucky cubic centimeter at the right time.
If you have that energy, that will, that ardour, if you feel ready for real jihad, ready to fight against darkness and lack of envy that plagues you, then yes, I can help you help you. Yes, in that case and only in that case, I can do something for you. You get by with a little help from your friend.
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
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