Temple of Iron

Temple of Iron: The sculpting of Meat and Blood and Bone into a Monument of Spirit.

To me, the spirit is an eternal spark of the divine All. A particle of the great roaring inferno that has forged all and given the master blueprint for all life and manifestation thereof in our multiverse. It is Logos or the underlying intelligence or pull that wills the foaming froth of chaos toward creation and life.

All traditions have in different ways attempted to describe this All, name it, understand it, and derive purpose from it or deny its existence altogether. However we choose to see its existence or nonexistence none of our equations add up with out it.

Your spirit is what makes you a part of this overarching all. Whether you accept this or deny it is totally up to you, and it is your sole responsibility as are all other aspects of  your improbable existence. All responsibility for, and meaning of your existence is up to you. No one can, or will save you, deliver you, or show you the way, let alone take responsibility for you.  Anyone who would tell you they can show you the way and take responsibility for you, and make your life better is a charlatan and a liar and should be treated as such. What they have to gain from your willing complicity in such folly should frighten you. There are no magical beings, or saviors who will pay the cost or take responsibility for you, or come to save you. There is only your divine spirit, and it is the only guide you need for it is a glowing ember from the roaring inferno that forges all. It lies within you waiting for your Ond to fan it into a conflagration of becoming and creation. You can only save yourself.

You are part and parcel of the great Archetypes of creation and becoming They are waiting for you to forge your mind into the weapon of the great Warrior, Sculptor, Poet who would wield it deftly against the unforgiving stone of Impossible, Improbable, Impenetrable and Ludicrous. Sculpting a body which is the temple of the divine eternal spirit reflecting its beauty and creation, and in the process penning a Saga worthy life's tale.

This process, this journey, must begin in the Iron Temple. Here is where the will and ability to power, greatness, beauty, and creation are forged in their most nascent form. The forging of the self begins here. Trial, and ordeal, overcoming of  :N: resistance. Here, Iron Will is forged. Here, the mind  learns to dream big, visualize success, and control the body and it base impulses making real and solid that which was once ethereal/ethereous. Here, the mind learns that pain can become accustomed to and overcome, and is often transitory. Here,  it is learned that discomfort is only temporary and gives way to joy and accomplishment.  Here, it is learned that great things, lasting things, and worthwhile things only come through self sacrifice, ordeal, and great consistent. effort.