You’ll overcome most miseries by doing something you love, every day, even for a moment or two. The heart requires daily attention. Then it pays forward.

Those little demons activated on the threshold of victory are sleeper cells planted by the adversary on the day you were born. To fight them, you need to travel back in time. To the moment you took your first breath. Inhale life. Exhale them back to hell.

Assess the damage by magnifying your body to the size of a planet. Follow the fault lines to their meeting point… {read more}

The truth is buried halfway between the whorehouse and the temple.

If the medium is the message, then our body is key to everything, not our soul. This is the paradigm we’ve been building. Tricky, isn’t it?

The guards at the gates, employed to save you, have imprisoned you. Feed them honey & let them sleep a thousand years. Replace their services with the honor of your heart. This is your protection.

When you enter a space, check all its surfaces for shadows. If there are more shadows than objects, leave immediately. Something in there is devouring light.

Glue your broken wings with the sweat of your brow. It’ll hold. It’s the strongest bond in the Universe.

When your mind is at war, your body should be focusing on diplomacy. When your body is at war, your mind should be focusing on strategy.

Open wide the wound until it bleeds light.

To fine-tune yourself to react at the right moment, gaze at an overcast sky for one whole day, and every time a ray of sunshine comes through, smile.

Insanity roots itself in the being of another, not in the fertile, forgiving soil. This why when the other leaves, there is no more balance, no air, no ground to stand on. To cure it is not to find a new host, but to treat the weed as plant, until it becomes one.

So, they based their lives on refined taste, trendiness & appearance of fulfillment, selling lifestyle to the masses, and lived happily ever after.

Open your closet. Carefully go through all your clothes, find your best pieces. Display them. This is who you want to be. Walk to your bookshelf. Take time to pick out your favorite books. Arrange them in a pile. This is who you are. Compare the two.

At night, turn off all lights in the castle that is your mind, except one. That’s the room your soul sleeps in. It must never be left in the dark.

Disturbing thoughts are like sea urchins, hidden behind magnificently beautiful coral reefs. It takes days to pick out all the thorns & more for the pain to subside. This is the price of fascination.

Divert the evil eye with a sharp object, a pipe & a magnifying glass. Smile. If this doesn’t do the trick, instantly fetch the beast within.

Take your time to find the place all the lost memories are stored. Dust off the debris of stormy nights and gently unlock the sacred vault. Listen to the symphony. (for I.)

Filter your angst. Bottle it in a tiny green bottle, and label it “Poison”. Then read the label, every day, until you are ready to flush it down the toilet.

House your fears in a derelict mansion on the edge of town. Dress them up in period clothes & take away their shoes. Let them loose on each other.

Push the walls on both sides until your hands sink through them. Lift them up in the air. Take a deep breath. Then blow them apart.

Imagine thoughts as butterflies caught in the steel net of your troubled mind. Pierce the net with a sharp sound. Let them out. One by one.

Let go of what most concerns you, and fill the void with water. Then let the water flow slowly onto fertile ground. Wait.

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