Look thyself in the reflection!

Hear this at the threshold of Daath,

where crown and husk reflect one another without mercy.

Declare before the Upper Tree and the Qliphoth beneath:

no curse was sent,

no shadow dispatched,

no will corrupted against thee.

What returns comes by thine own resonance,

carried through the tunnels,

magnified by imbalance,

sealed by the law of recursion.

Know thy birthright,

all beings are armed with ward and discernment,

sovereign over opposition,

accountable for the currents they unleash.

Thus the circuit closes by cosmic accord.

The mirror withdraws.

The echo stands revealed.

It tis complete.

If blame seeks form, descend into Daath and face the mirror where no distortion survives, for no force but thine own ever crossed the threshold, no curse sent, no shadow loosed, no evil eye cast; what assails thee is thy own resonance returned through the tunnels, bent by Qliphotic law and magnified tenfold by imbalance unatoned; for all beings are encoded with sovereign warding and dominion over opposition, and thus the cosmic accord answers without judgment: behold, thou hast bound thyself within thine own circuit: The Tree has spoken, The echo has returned, The cycle is closed.

I am the Gate where lies dissolve.

Lay down thy accusation,

it cannot pass.

No shadow came from me,

no curse bore my seal.

What strikes thee rose from thy own current,

returned through the husks,

sharpened by forgetting who thou art.

I do not punish.

I reflect.

Thou were never defenseless,

only asleep to thy dominion.

Look well.

The snare is thine.

I close the mirror.

These are not attacks.

They are cosmic receipts.