For Vorax.

[CrazyHobo]

For V.

 Most people are annoyed by the sound of an alarm clock in the morning. But not this lad. No, it’s not that he loves to wake up in the morning. It’s just that he doesn’t feel anger about it. Heck, he doesn’t feel much these days.
 Most people fall back on the pillow, once they’ve turned off the alarm clock, and after a couple of minutes, fall asleep again. This guy, on the other hand, sits on the bed with his back leaned slightly to the wall for support. He crosses his legs like some yoga master. Hands rest on his knees, all muscles are relaxed. Since his eyes are closed during this process, he battles his desire to sleep and meditates at the same time. After about 10 minutes, he slowly opens his eyes and whispers his wish for the day 3 times and then he whispers “Ordo Cephalium Vinci Mors”. That’s when he finally gets off bed to proceed to his morning workout. Being short on time, the morning workout is not tough: 20 pushups, 30 abs, 20 sit ups and some pull-ups. Doesn’t break a sweat. This is done not for building any muscle or worming up. It’s also a ritual for him, which must be done daily. Now the time had come to do the final ritual, before a day can begin: time to put on the mask. This lad goes to his washroom. He brushes his teeth, like all other people, sprays himself with a deodorant, then uses a hairspray to groom his hair backwards. Upon completion, he watches at himself through the mirror. The emotionless face quickly gains a shrewd smile, the eyebrows raise and this guy looks like everybody else now….still doesn’t feel like one. Now he must put on his clothes. Having few lessons today means that he doesn’t have to carry his large schoolbag with him. He can wear something fancy. Opening his wooden closet, the guy gets a pair of black jeans, for today a dark red shirt, a black vest and a bright red box, in which a tie of the same color as the box is located. Looking like an Italian Mafioso, the guy’s ready to have breakfast.
 His parents are off at work already. He’s alone in the apartment, except for his cat. Upon entering the large kitchen, he sees his big, furry and fat cat standing in front of him, meowing in greetings. The guy replies:
-   Buenos dias, Gato. Como estas? (Anal Beads, Cat. How are you?)
The cat meows again in reply, then moves to a drawer, putting his palm on it.
-   Eh, Gato. Tu quieres solo comer y joder… (Oh Cat. All you want to do is eat and ****)
The cat can only give another meow. The guy opens the drawer, gets a bag of cat food and feeds his cat from his hand, then pours more on the cat’s bowl. Time to feed himself. A slice of fried chicken, potatoes, chili sauce and a cup of green tea with mint is what this guy usually has for breakfast. This guy doesn’t feel much these days. Even though the food is delicious, he doesn’t feel any wonderful taste.
 The mind is set, the mask is in place, the stomach is nourished. Time to leave this shelter.
 Most people in this area hate the climate: it’s early spring right now. The roads are still icy, dirty snow covers the street, the sun is still not shinning sufficiently and it’s still dark. But this guy believes that this weather has it’s own advantages. Think about it. The roads are slippery, which means that must look for his balance, less he trips and falls. If a lovely girl happens to fall, he can come and help her get up. And then it’s a perfect opportunity to introduce oneself. Or if you need to quickly run away from someone, then run on the ice. This guy has worked his balance to run smoothly on the slippery road, without falling. He can get rid of pursuers quickly. But he rarely has pursuers, being the shrewd fox he is.
 The school. You step your foot into it and see that most of the people there are frustrated from being here. But not this guy. There are people here. Means there is an opportunity for doing his social experiments. The golden rule is: tell them, what they want to hear, then ask for anything in return, while they are blinded by their egos. First victim of the day is always a classmate named Katie. She sits near the heater in the wardrobe every morning. She’s always the first person to come. Katie is waiting for her friends and boyfriend to arrive.
-   Katieeee!. How’s it going? – ask the guy in a cheerful and fun voice.
-   Haha, hey there. I’m fine, but sleepy as hell.
-   Doesn’t affect your beauty, Katie.
She gives out a smile and blushes slightly.
-   You look handsome today. There’s a special reason for that?
-   Thanks for the compliment and yes, there is a special reason: I’m in a good mood today and so far no one has tried to kill me!
She gave another short laugh. The guy sat near her. He rested his palm on her ankle and asked
-   So, you in for a change of scenery?
-   Sorry, my boyfriend is about to come.
-   Ah, well that’s a pity. Well maybe some other time?
-   He won’t be coming to school tomorrow – replied Katie with a slight grin.
-   I’ll keep that in mind.

It’s not about getting laid. That’s only a side-effect, not the ultimate goal. This guy loves to manipulate people. He needs to exercise his skills, and he is a master of the word. He’s won public speaking competitions, made friends with those who at first hated him, changed opinions using his mastery. This guy would make a perfect politician, but he often says about it that “I can’t bother myself with something so low and dirty as politics”. Still, he speaks with few. There are only a couple of people in school with whom he really wishes to speak often. But they are sometimes busy, so it leaves him time to practice his art.
 First lesson is English. The teacher tells that the assignment is to write an essay about books. Most people in the class give out a sigh, some moan in frustration. This guy just silently pulls out a peace of paper and begins writing. 15 minutes later, he has his essay ready. The teacher quickly examines, puts an A mark on it and says that he’s the best student in the group. Everyone else is either still writing or just doing nothing, staring into the wall or whatever they do. There’s 30 minutes left until the lesson ends. The task is complete. The teacher tells him to do his homework in his resource book. She doesn’t know that this guy wrote all assignment in the book before the year even began, so that he could have this spare time. He exits to roam the school corridors in the remaining time.
 Most people don’t like to travel in empty halls all alone. This guy actually likes it. No unwelcome noise to disturb his thoughts. He can let his vivid imagination think up situations, characters, worlds about which he can write. This guy likes to write in his spare time. But for now these thoughts must be put aside: he notices a cute girl from a class is his junior standing with her back to him, studying something in a book. He walks up to her, but she doesn’t hear him coming. This guy walks silently. Only when his shadow falls upon the book does the girl turn. He is startled and shocked from this unexpected arrival.
-   Hey, relax. Didn’t mean to scare, nor do I want to hurt you. – said the guy, trying to calm down the girl.
-   Oh, no it’s ok. I’m just nervous right now – said the girl.
-   Nervous? What seems to be the cause?
-   I have to answer a text in German.
-   Ah, du lernst Deutch? (Ah, you learn German?)
-   Em…ja, ich spreche einbischein (Em…yes, I speak a little bit).
-   Kann ich sehen deine Hausaufgabe? (Can I see your homework?)
-   Natürlich. (of course)
The stands next to the girl, puts his hand under the book, touching the girl’s hand slightly. He has his face located pretty close to hers.
-   Ah, der Text aus Klettern? Das ist nicht so schwerige. Ich habe ein Tip für dich: du muss improvisieren. Die Lehrerin liebt, wann Leute probieren improvisieren. (Ah, a text about mountain climbing? That’s not so hard. I have a tip for you: you should improvise. The teacher loves it, when people try to improvise).
-   Um…listen, my German isn’t so good, but I understood what you said and thanks for the tip.
-   No problem, just remember that the first mountain climber was German. That’s all you need to know.
-   You seem like a guy that knows languages.
-   I know how to tell a girl she’s pretty in many languages.
-   Really? – asks the girl with a look of excitement on her face. – you know, my boyfriend doesn’t tell me I’m pretty at all.
-   Ah, the problems of the current world: the gentlemen are dying out…Pero tu eres una simpatica, guapa y delgada muchacha. Mama mia, yo quiero te joder (But you are one handsome, pretty and thin girl. Holy mother, I want to **** you)
-   Awww, what did you say?
-   I said in Spanish that you’re pretty, have a nice body and….I want to love you. Yeah that’s what I said .
The girl blushes and turns her face to the ground. The guy gently puts his hand on her shoulder and asks
-   Hey, can I have your phone number?
She makes a cute smile, then pulls out a pen and a piece of paper out of her bag, writes her number and puts it in his hand gently. Then she gives him a smooch on the cheek.
-   Well, I should go to class – says the girl, then walks away.
-   I’ll see you later.
That was unexpected even for a guy like him. A smooch on the cheek? And she has a boyfriend? This is odd…sure, he knows his way around girls, but a smooch usually comes only after a couple of dates. Not so quickly. Puzzled, the guy returns to the English class room, because the bell will soon ring and he left his bag there.
 
  It’s been a couple of lessons now, an awful lot more remain. The guy goes into the school buffet. He buys a small snack and a bottle of water there. The snack is devoured quickly, but he only takes a couple of sips of water, then puts the bottle into his bag. There is still some time left, before the next lesson begins. This guy pulls out his diary. He’s apparently the only person in school, who keeps one. Time to write about what has happened so far.

[CrazyHobo]

 After that’s done, the guy goes to class. After the lesson is over, he decides to check the piece of paper that girl from earlier gave him. There was a phone number and her name on it. Her name is Ksenia. The guy quickly dialed her number into his contacts, then would return to his manipulative habits, but then saw that very girl staring at him from one side of the hall. Surprised yet again, he walks down the hall in her direction. He walks up to the girl and then starts speaking to her
-   Ksenia! Couldn’t help noticing that you’re eyeing me from here.
She giggled slightly. Then whispered into his ear
-   I have my geography lesson cancelled. And what do you have?
-   Law, but I’m thinking of skipping it.
The girl makes a cute smile, takes the guy under her hand and walks him to the wardrobe, where there is little presence during a lesson. They both sit and the girl begins to rub to the guy. He does nothing. Then she rests her head on his shoulder and begins kissing his neck.
 Most guys would think how awesome it is that a girl wants them and they can get laid easily. But not this guy. Most people will think that he’s gay, impotent or dumb for not wanting to have sex. But let’s hope you guys are not like most people. Firstly, this guy knows what she will reply to each of his questions. He knows she will claim that her boyfriend is a douche, that she’s frustrated. He knows where the conversion will go, so the guy simply asks in a calm manner:
-   What are you doing?
She raises her head and stares into his eyes. The guy speaks again:
-   Seriously, what are you doing? You have a boyfriend, if I recall correctly.
-   He’s a dick and I’m tired of him.
-   So? You see a problem in your relationship and instead of trying to fix it, you run to a different guy? Where’s the logic in that?
-   Well I’m sick and tired of that **** for not paying any attention to me!
-   Now tell me, why did you start your relationship with him in the first place? You didn’t know who he was? What he’s like?
-   No…I knew that this would happen. But…
-   Then what’s your problem? You love him?
-   Yeah, I do…but it’s getting so frustrating lately
-   And the best thing you could come up with is to betray his trust?
-   Well he’s probably cheated on me many times as well.
-   Probably? Just because you don’t know something for sure, you intend to betray the poor fella? You know, I’m trying to promote decency here. I don’t want to demean you or anything, but what you’re doing is kinda slutty.
She opens her mouth wide and her eyes are wide as well.
-   How dare you?
-   Oh, that’s simple. I promote decency upon the un-decent.
She turns away in anger. The guy comforts her by wrapping his hand around her waist.
-   Listen, I’m not trying to say that you’re a bad person. You’re tired and gave in to a weakness, happens to most of us. But what I’m trying to say is what you’re doing is not a good thing. Hell, you don’t even know my name! And you already want to **** me?
-   Well why did you flirt with me in the hallway then?
-   I wasn’t expecting you to take my words so seriously.
She didn’t reply. She just silently got up and left. The guy was left all to himself in the wardrobe. He wrote about this event in his diary.

Only a couple of lessons left. At this point, even this guy is tired of being in school, but he doesn’t give a single sign of frustration to anyone. He walks down the hallway on the second floor, where the teacher’s lounge is located. This guy has a lesson on this floor, but he’d prefer to avoid this area for now. Sadly, he stumbled upon his math teacher.
-   Why do you keep skipping lessons?
The guy almost instantly comes up with an excuse
-   Veronica Voldemarovna, didn’t I tell you that I have a public speaking competition this week? I take my competitions seriously and prepare for them vigorously, unlike your little kids, who attend the math Olympiads. No offence.
This teacher gave a sigh and then replied in a disappointed tone:
-   Well when you do, try to catch up with us.
-   Of course, I’ll be focused solely on mathematics, when I’m done with this competition.
The teacher walks away. The guy is pleased that he managed to avoid another “bullet”. Then he turns around and to his own surprise sees the girl from earlier.
-   I’ve met many people, but you have got to be the strangest I’ve known so far.
-   That’s a compliment to me.
-   You’re being called strange and accused of being a social hermit, and you find this to be a compliment? Don’t you ever feel lonely?
The guy keeps silent for a while, then replies
-   How about going to a more secluded place? The buffet is usually devoid of people at this time.
After some hesitation, the girl complied.
Once they gut there, the guy rushed to a chair, pulled it from under the table and pointed to the girl to sit on it. She looked at this as though she had seen something very strange.
-   I’m a gentleman, remember?
The girl sat on the chair, then the guy slightly pushed it. He then sat on the opposite chair. He was silent for a short time, as he tried to think up his strategy for the conversation. Then he asked.
-   How often do you feel lonely?
The girl spent some time to gather her thoughts for a reply:
-   As of late quite often.
-   Hm…I feel it all the time, you know.
She raised her head and stared at him with a surprised face
-   And you don’t feel any suffering from it?
-   Pain in life is unavoidable, but suffering is optional.
The girl stared with a puzzled face, then asked.
-   So you’re kind of a philosopher?
-   Maybe. But I’m not the one who started this philosophy.
-   Then who did?
He stretched his pause, turned his sight away, then returned it and replied
-   I wasn’t always like this. You know, I used to be very nerdy, fearful of people and incredibly secluded. I’d spend 8 hours a day in front of my PC, playing video games not because I loved them so much, but because I was too damn scared to go outside and socialize with other people, because I’ve tasted betrayal at a very young age and didn’t want it to happen again.
-   And…what happened that you changed to who you are now?
-   I met a person.
-   What, a special girl?
-   Please, this isn’t a love story. It’s a very wise man from Argentina, whom I met in an MMO about zombies. He taught me most think I know about life now. Honestly, I’d still be sitting behind the PC, if it weren’t for him. So I owe him that much.
-    And….geesh, I just don’t know what to say.
-   Nothing. You can’t understand that, which you haven’t experienced yourself.
This conversation ended in silence. She didn’t know what to say, he said all he needed to. Then they heard a male voice outside the buffet, which brought the girl to life, as she whispered in a frightened tone
-   That’s my boyfriend! You need to leave, he’s very envious.
The guy raised his eyebrow and gave out a loud sigh. Seriously? Her boy starts quarrels because she spoke to some other guy? Shows how much he is insecure. He just gets up and leaves.

The school day had ended. Time to get home. The guy had to stay a bit longer to rewrite a math test. When he got out, there were no kids in near the school. He exited through the school gate and saw that Ksenia was standing near it with some guy next to her. Probably her boyfriend. He looked mean. The guy knew what was about to happen…what could happen. Her boyfriend shouts out “Hey lunie, come here, we need to talk. And don’t think about runnin’, or I’ll catch up and beat ya up”
 The guy turned his head in the direction behind him. The road was covered in ice. A 20 meter run till the area where the ice ended. The guy then looks back at the boyfriend, lets out a shrewd smile…then he runs in the opposite direction. The boyfriend ran after him. He was fast: at some point he’d reach the guy. But the guy ran on ice, which slowed the boyfriend down a bit. Then the guy pulled out the bottle of water he bought earlier and poured on the ice behind him, making the ice very slippery. The boyfriend slipped and fell with a loud stud.
 It didn’t take long for the guy to jump on top of the boyfriend and get his hands around his neck. The boyfriend tried to shout back:
-   Get of me, ya ****!
-   I have my fingers pointed in certain areas of your neck. A little bit of pressure and you’ll have blood leaking out of your ears, nose and eyes. Got that?
-   **** you!
The guy lifted the poor soul’s head then slammed it into the ice.
-   Did I make myself clear?
-   **** you!
The guy began to strangle the fucker. Ksenia had ran up to the scene at this point.
-   Let him go! – shouted the girl.
-   Oh I will, once I’ve instilled some sense into this bastard.
Then he slams the fuckers head into the ice again, ignoring the repeated curses sent by the girl.
-   Now listen here, fella. From now on, you’re going to give your girl compliments, flowers and take her out for dates. Got that?
-   The ****?
Punches him in the face.
-   Ok, dates and ****! I get it.
Punched again.
-   No curses and swears, please. Or at the minimum at the very least.
The kid stopped resisting the guy at this point. That’s when the guy finally got up and said.
-   Now that I can leave, you two handle your own problems.

He looks at the girl. The look on her face gives out an impression that she regrets about what had happened today. Not this guy’s concern, though. He turns and walks away. He’s got some rituals to do.


This guy is me. This was a description of a day I had a year ago. And let me tell you one thing: if it weren’t for the Archlord’s teachings, I wouldn’t have even approached this girl in the first place, wouldn’t have been able to handle that guy and so on. I’d still be sitting in front of my PC and playing video games for hours ahead, refusing to speak with anyone.
 Today’s the 7th of March. Vorax turns 30 years today. I’m more than certain that V’s not going online today, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is what he did to us. Shaped us into the Black Dragon Agents we are today. If it weren’t for this man, we wouldn’t know each other. If it weren’t for him, half of us would be dead!
And so I gather all Agents here. Let us show our gratitude to the Archlord today.

Vorax, I must admit: even though we have never met in person, you have influenced me more than all the people I’ve met in real life. Thanks to you, I forgot what it’s like to feel fear, loneliness, hatred and many other vices that feed the ego.
 As such, I say that you are one of the very few people, whom I’d follow into the Abyss and beyond, if it were to come to that.

I am honored to be your Gladius. I am honored to be a Black Dragon Agent. And I don’t regret a single bit about the life I have, because you’ve shown us that our lives are far more significant than those of the billionaires.

Ordo Cephalium Vinci Mors.
Dea Drakonum Spiritum Obscuritas.
We are the Order that Defeats Death.
We are the ones, who know the Darkness of the Dragon Spirit.
If we die, then we shall reincarnate.
If we live, than we shall reign.
For the Glory, my brothers!

[Parone92]

For my present, i have taken the conversation logs between Crazyhobo and our Archlord and converted it into a story, styling after the "Art of War" by Sun Tzu. Enjoy.

Nothing happens by chance or better stated, by casuality. all is causality, everything we are, the conjunction of thoughts, intentions, feelings, is a vibration as an ecuation .that vibration in particular, always changing, constantly moves through reality, with is also vibrations, by rejecting and attracting other vibrations so everything that seems to happen to you, and everyone you meet, and all those who youll find feel about you are merely a reflection of yourself. sometimes having a good imagination causes rejection from outside. what you can always choose is to damage yourself from the inside or protecting.

If you don't feel like you have a choice, know that you always have infinite choices at future, buy only a very few are correct and yo have none choice at past, so acept it and use it as information. you are flowing, be active. the less you try to change your curse the more youll suffer. we all have a perfect path to follow, we just dont listen to our inner guide. but theres a pure voice trying to make you understand whats the best course of action the problem is you cant listen to it because its in the middle of thousands of other voices you should learn to shut up.

identify and subjugate all the ghosts voices, those ghosts that represents the impresions others made on you, from parents, teachers, friends, enemies, girls, etc. kick their asses and put them in a dungeon the only voice remaining will be the superior one, the superself, linked to the Dragon's spirit. the dragon spirit would be an infinite source of energy, of willpower, which nurse the superself of all its followers. a way to unify all the superselves. making a clan as if one person . we are agents of the dragon spirit, manifesting his existence he gives us energy in return, and that energy fuels willpower, discipline and awareness?

Now, say you're driven by an emotion, for example the feeling of hate. your hate is always toward yourself, your hate nurse your "shadow" like an antiego . our own demon which destroy us. never give another person such importance as to hate him. that should be a priviledge nobody deserves .

think about this, if you hate someone you are giving that person protagonism in your life . you would be allowing him/her/it to be even more important than you. you dont need to hate, hate is cancer, you only need to reflex about how you allowed something from outside to overcome you , how weak you still are, and how to solve that and how to reckoning. avenge your dignity, but with cold heart and ordered mind.

Now , say for exercise, you may use rage and hatred that is built up in you to work harder, try to steer away from that. See the advantages of the "middle way or "empty mind". if you need those thoughts and feelings to excersice you are attaching them to what you do so you rely on them, thats wrong . do it because you can, thats willpower . the objetive of exercise shouldnt be neither health, or appareance improvements, nor burning strong emotions. the objetive of exercising should always be exercising per se, that's discipline. you do it because you do it. Anything else is a problem, something that shouldn't be. Be sure to put enthusiasm into it though, but empty your motives, your reasons. you don't need a motive, a reason, to feel enthusiasm about physical exercising.you don't need mental pictures to push yourself harder. You only need to be your own superior.

You should make yourself go forward, like shout to yourself "keep going" as an invisible military superior who doesnt allow you to indulge when tired or depressed dont rely on inner ****, bad emeories, frustrations and other negative feelings to push you forward order yourself to work hard. That's the only way you will be able to be your own boss in life, otherwise you'll always rely on others.

Now, wouldn't that make you a lone wolf? the way i see it, we are all alone. always beleiving you're not is to be trapped in the illusion. You don't choose to be alone or not, you choose to accept it or to evade the awareness. That's what diversion means, to deflect attention. Accepting you are alone is what gives you the caine mark, and what cause fear on those who will not accept their own loneliness, and it will attract the kind of persons youll want to meet.

But what about love couples, are they also alone? well ask yourself is one inside the other are their thoughts and feelings the same? or merely compatible for a time. are those two people...one people? even more important when they die, who is inside that mind dying? we are born alone and die alone, it's our natural state. partnership is a distraction.\. sometimes the distraction is ok because we are here to learn, but you shouldn't forget it, and that will make you unique.

when a group of people stick together all the time, they're still alone and confuse themselves into thinking they're not. they unify their subconciousness into a collectivity, contributing with a promedial mind, giving away the individuality for the duration of mass hystery , they sacrifice individuality. the more people claiming the same, the stronger the adrenaline and endorphine rush. both natural drugs provokes strenght, uninhibition and pleasure, but it disallows us to react different from the collective subconciouss pulse, and impulse . thats what zombies are, one collective subconciousness, working as one subject, using each body as an agent, how we fight them we became a sum of strong individuals united by a superior agent which doesnt permit us to indulge into human weakness.

So when people stick together, as long as they cant disattach from the need to be part of a group they are, they need to feel the belong, they only are turly themselves when they are not reunited as a group . thats why you must accept your loneliness, not with resignation nor resentment but with dignity - "Poor he who depends on others to find its pleasure", you can't give anything to others you dont give to yourself firsthand.

If you are feeling yourself as victim of your enviroment what you must always have in mind its you who victimize yourself, exterior factors are always illusory. when you are willing to admit absolute responsability for all your acts and their consequences, you are ready to control every aspect of your life.

what you think you are is the 10% of what you really are, the 90% sparing is your subconciousness. there it resides your super self, which is immortal and wise. you are a mere puppet who last less than a second for your true self it uses you to learn things he cant by himself . as He is so much pure, he can interact directly with this material realm. you must learn to empty yourself from worries so he can achieve the mission through you. remember you are merely the 10% of it, the rest is not something apart of you.

Part of the mission is forgetting the objective so you don't avoid or ignore all aspects not directly related to your current mission, and so you learn better. The mission is to move on to the next step of evolution through reincarnation, but you may not realize you are already there, already dead. your life has a meaning, to earn something specific. thats why you chosed to born how you did. if you need help, read lobsang rampa, read them all and dare to practice the exercises he presents . they will gradually guide you to equilibrium , but don't rely on them. Remember it is nothing more than a guide, nothing artificial. it will depend on you, ultimately, what you do with that information.

If you have trouble dealing with your emotions, I could suggest you several kind of exercises, but I also have to tell you its a process. start remembering something that makes you really happy, and remember your gesture and chemistry. then think on something it makes you sad, or angry but force yourself to use your "happy configuration". You'll feel a change. when something bad happens to you, you activate it, and you simply act as you did on your best moments. you can also do it backwards, resulting in you using your shitty configuration on good moments so you acheive a balance. Remember, the wisedom is located at the middle point of every spectre of opposites. you will learn to create the perfect contexts to let your feelings get loose, but never to extremes, the objective is to remain calm no matter the external situation.

If you havent heard  about eros and thanos, those are the greek names for the god of life and the god of death, from those names derives the words erotic and thanatic. the more intense one of those tendecies is the more it sinercly nurses the other.

try to imagine when nobody has a body, a mind with no need of words. I would never suicide myself, its the worst sin. but Im not afraid of dying through my learning route , but to suicide is the worst sin because you are personally interrupting your own "big plan".

you must empty your self to become your real self. he is your maximun potential, yourself on "angel mode". you empty yourself disciplining your mind to silence the voices.  when you hush all the voices in your head, youll be one with your superself. voices of your dreams, of people you find interesting, of girls you want to have sex with. those are the voices, and your parents voices, and the voices of all the people you've met, and the people you imagine you could met, and the voices that sounds like your own, that must be silenced.

your head is a constant chaotic party, make them hush when you want. find the interruptor, the switch to develop the ability to turn on and off our voices and other systems .

sometimes, you may find yourself asking yourself questions like "why was I born?", "What is the meaning of life?" and other non-sense. its part of the plan you ignore those things. try not to distract your mind so much, channel your impulses to production or creativity, discipline yourself to be above non programmed impulses. and how do you tell the difference between a non-programmed and programmed impulse? program your possible reactions to extreme circumstances and reserve your energy on diary situations because you are aware of your programmed impulses you visualize them before doing them, that's the point on programming one self.

true love never focus on specifics, is universal, and you can feel it for yourself . love for one person is always delusional, true love don't let anything out, because you are what you conceive. if you conceive something, and you don't love it  you're not loving a part of yourself. the part that conceives it true love is a state .

we are extremely sensitive persons, we love humankind so much, we want them to free themselves from this rotten culture and dangerous bodies. the best of being human is the chance of transcend being human.


"collectivity sucks, individualism rules"
better to be individualistic, then to become part of the mass, even if you lose everything in the way. accept your loneliness, treasure it. fight for it, don't let them take it away from you. is everything you got. preserve your freedom of creativity, always act according your interest.

mix technic with innocence and you'll be fine. learn how innocence is pervert it, and be innocent anyway. you still have a world o sensualism to uncover for yourself everything and everyone around are tools for you to explore yourself . just learn how to be useful to others so its fair. there is not a worse judge than ourselves

"poor the one who depends on others to find his pleasure" .

you know whats the best moment to laugh?  when it's ironic, but to the extreme. when everything goes absurdly wrong, when all your plans are destroyed, when you lose everything, that's the best moment to laugh. think about it, for the same reason being serious is the best reaction to triumph and achievements, avoid being serious, don't act for others, act for yourself. it's your movie, your play. if you act for yourself by being joyful, restrain being joyful call the contrary feeling. nurse from the envy from others, smile for yourself with a bit of malice and take it as a sign you're doing things well.

[Phi]

I do not have much to contribute, but..

The ArchLord, VoraX has been an inspiration and a guide to me for the past 6 months, I know there are other people who've helped me in this organisation, but this is about him.
Without his teachings, and his mere presence in my life, My daughter (Julia Volya Proutt) would be a fatherless child, in a broken home. Without the ArchLord, I would not be here, I would be dead 6 feet underground, or reincarnated as a cripple, without the ArchLord, None of us would be here, and we'd be alone, and most likely have commited suicide. We owe the ArchLord our lives, our sanity and our very existance.

Happy Birthday Vorakull.

[TRHeadshot]

Happy 30th Vora. I feel some shame in knowing that i am probably one of the least affected of all of your disciples. However I do have a great deal of respect for you, and the effects of your teachings still linger within me. However, I have chosen the path of the Wolf, and stand firmly in the heart of Fenrir. Thank you Vora.

[Superchaos2585]

There isn't much that hasn't been said already, and Patrick already took a lot of what I was going to say, so happy birthday Archlord.

[BlackRain]

And here's the Harbinger of Khorne coming in with your friendly reminder of your failed immortality, Vora.

Have a good one, mate. Without you, I'd be a pathetic pile of steaming dog **** like the rest of the people around here are, albiet genetically more intelligent. But a smart piece of **** is still a piece of ****, aye?

[Thuggernaut]

My apologies for my tardiness, school ****. Happy birthday, herr kommandant.

[VoraX]

You honor me my comrades.

[BlackRain]

Would we ever do anything else, V?