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December 12th, 2007

(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2007|07:33 am]
John Taylor
[Current Location |Running Away From The Streets We Knew]
[mood |Light under a bushel]

Mantras are important. They reinforce things that we need reaffirmed, they focus us. They bring our mind to the present, to the importance of the ideas contained within the mantra. Ideally, a mantra should never collapse into a meaningless series of words the way most things do when spoken too many times. The mantra is a key to establishing control over the mind. The mind requires discipline more so than any other part of the human existence for it is the mind that governs the body and the mind that interprets the world, and it is the mind that is most malleable...and the most affected.

A breakdown of the Litany Against Fear:

1) I must not fear.
2) Fear is the mind-killer.
3) Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
4) I will face my fear.
5) I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
6) And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
7) Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
8) Only I will remain.

I must not fear. Fear is a paralyzing, seeping cold that slows the mind and dulls the body. Courage cannot exist in the presence of fear, nor fortitude. Fear is the winter of the heart. Where fear goes to seed, I will grasp it by the roots and cast it to the flames. Fear is the noxious weed that chokes the spirit. If I permit it, it shall lead to my destruction and ruin.

But I will face this thing. I will force myself to confront it. Though fear threatens to smother hope, I shall face it. I am the sword in the darkness. You shall not pass.

Under my watch and by my command, I will assert myself. I am the master of this fear, and it holds no power over me. It is nothing. It is a burden not worthing carrying, a skin in need of shedding. A speck of dust in my eye. A nuisance. 'Tis shameful that it carried me to the precipice in the first place.

This fear brought change with it, and by overcoming it, I shall learn from this change. I have conquered the darkest shadows of my heart and soul. I have purged it from my system and have looked to see the path it wrought. This shall bring sweeping changes to my life and my fear will have no hold over me again.

There may be no hope, nor salvation, nor catharsis. There will just be me, and I have stood alone against my foe.
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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2007|11:23 am]
John Taylor
[mood |A Tension Transpiring]
[music |AFI - But Home is Nowhere]

It's official - I don't feel like doing *anything* with my life right now.
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