The winds speak to me of a raising storm, boiling with hatred and anger, building upon ignorance and fear. Gently I kindle, this sacred fire, and share to all the wisdom it whispers, in hopes that it warms our gentle hearts and keep us strong against the coming storm.
There was once a Demon, gifted with the secrets of illusions, who enjoyed the torment of saintly men. One after another, he found and crushed, with doubts, illusions and fears of their own believes. Yet his desire only grew stronger, as his own doubts and fears of losing his illusions grew.
One day, the Demon learned of a Hermit, whose gift of the Secret Arts were unmatched. Quickly he found this Hermit, and weaved his terrible enchantments upon the elderly man. But the Hermit simply smiled, and offered the Demon some tea. Enraged, the Demon raised his darkest powers, sending wave after wave of curses and illusions. Still the Hermit was unmoved, his quiet smile unchanged.
Finally, the Demon fell to the floor in exhaustion, his eyes wide and his body trembling in awe and terror of the Hermit. The Hermit came forward slowly, helped the Demon into a chair, and once again offered him some tea.
"Great master," whispered the Demon, "why is it that your faith is unmoved? Countless have fallen before my Art, but you were unmoved to the illusions which haunts even me!" A sparkle lit up in the Hermit's eyes as he said, "can you hear the birds sing, and the trees whispering?" Suddenly, a quiet smile grew upon the face of the Demon, and you could hardly tell the glowing faces apart.
There are those who's doubts and fears of their believes can only be silenced by the torment of others who do not share their pain. By keeping our hearts open to the Great Truth, we can remain unmoved by doubts, fears and illusions.
May that which you hold divine, be with you always.
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