The battleground of
the mind at times is within the character of the individual and most often not
recognized in the blindfold of one's understanding of the self.
Under the influence of pressure, everyone is experiencing this mental battlefield in defensive behavior or in a winner-takes-all perspective.
Every little self-doubt will involve internal conflict and the struggle between negative or positive thinking.
The sense of hostility or being criticized will lead to a rigid, defensive attitude that cracks the mask of false ideals.
Animosity on the
battlefield is a typical projection of one’s own mentality that points toward
the enemy.
There can never be only black or white, as nature’s colors are vibrant and easy on the eye. One look at the budget on what is spent on military defenses of a state is only proof of the internal conflict of that government. The battle gear, armor, and mindset for control are too emotional and physical to give peace of mind a chance to create opportunities.
The war of the mind is an unconscious battle or playground between the ego and the soul, influenced by divine truth or worldly power. Contemplation shapes realities and is the path to one's real destiny, which will lead to the fortress of deception that can only be conquered with the sword of spirit and its whispers in time. The battlefield of truth and lies is a doubtful conflict with the truth.
Mastering the internal war requires a doctrine that fosters higher intelligence, enabling the attainment of mental clarity and emotional resilience. Every worry consumes the spirit of action, and anxieties paralyze creative thinking. We are all equal in truth but not in fact to see the right side of one's own mind and not the wrong side of another’s.
The mental battlefield taken to nature's magical arms lets the heart find rest in that perfect stillness where love rises in that perfection to include all imperfections. The surrendering to love is the virtue of the Creator, who hides in its own creation and principle to consider it. Time and space, therefore, are the language of the infinite beloved who speaks in all forms with the modesty of beauty.
The morning rises of light are the moments
where sincerities' values need to rise above all falsehood that has been so destructive
for thousands of years.

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