The Seven Centers — A Map of Your Inner World
We are all wizards.
In the Way of Strongwillism, a wizard is not some mystical figure casting spells. A wizard is simply an individual who has become complete within themselves, someone whose inner centers are balanced, who feels no need to control or dominate others, who respects the uniqueness of every individual, and who stands unshaken by external disturbances.
The wizard is the natural result of a strong, whole individual, whether human or from an exo-civilization.
“I Am” begins in the spirit.
We are all spiritual consciousnesses projected into a physical reality.
There are three stages of “I Am”:
- The Spiritual I Am — pure consciousness
- The Mental I Am — the core center where self-awareness forms
- The Physical I Am — the body and nature itself, the physical manifestation of consciousness
These three stages meet and merge in the Mental I Am, which builds TAH, the green center that becomes your unique you.
Consciousness is a state of being, something every living thing has. Awareness is the light that consciousness shines on itself. When an individual becomes aware of their own consciousness, they become self-aware. This self-awareness forms and shapes your unique you, the “you” that can choose, reflect, and grow.
And because every unique you contributes its own irreplaceable part to the greater whole, your individual light matters.
You are not a single thing. You are a living system of seven distinct yet connected forces, consciousness, body, drive, feeling, motion, memory, and balance, all working together inside you.
Strongwillism visualizes this system as a bi-pyramid octahedron, a perfect geometric shape that reveals how every part of you relates to the others.
Each center has its own role, its own intelligence, and its own way of expressing itself through your daily life.
At the top shines RAH — pure consciousness, your highest spiritual “I Am.”
At the base rests QAH — your physical root, the grounded “I Am” of body and matter.
In the very center sits TAH — the point of pure awareness that quietly observes and balances all the rest.
Flowing around the middle are the four dynamic forces:
PAH — masculine drive, power, and decisive action,
MAH — feminine flow, emotion, intuition, and connection,
KAH — the current of motion, change, and forward momentum,
VAH — the quiet accumulation of lived experience and hard-earned wisdom.
These seven centers are not isolated traits. They are one living whole. When they are in harmony, you feel clear, strong, and fully yourself. When one grows too loud or falls too silent, the entire system begins to tilt — and you feel it as confusion, frustration, or emptiness.
On the following pages you can explore each center in depth: see the clear signs of balance, recognize when a center has become overactive or underactive in your own life, and learn the precise daily practices that bring it back into healthy strength.
This is your map. Use it to know yourself more clearly, and to become more whole.
A Conversation.
Karen: I clicked ’cause my coworker keeps linking it. “Strongwillism”? Sounds like a pyramid scheme for your soul. Prove it’s not just rebranded astrology.
Alex: I’m not buying or bashing. Just… the structure’s odd. Seven equal spots, no boss? And a 364-day clock? Feels engineered, not mystical.
Maya: It’s not mystical. ~QAH~ red root. Your body’s “I’m here” before your brain kicks in. Energy slowed into meat. Physics, not pixie dust.
Karen: “Energy slowed”? That’s high-school science with a filter.
Alex: Still, E equals mc squared. Matter is frozen light. Kinda neat if you squint.
Maya: ~TAH~ green pulse. Just now. No backstory. Karen, when you stub your toe, that’s it. No chanting needed.
Karen: Breathing isn’t proof.
Alex: But it works. Why complicate it?
Maya: ~PAH~ yellow hammer. Raw crush. Karen, that’s your rage when traffic sucks. Aim it or waste it.
Karen: Fine. Anger exists. Doesn’t mean I need colors.
Alex: The colors… they’re just shorthand. Like traffic lights. Red stops, green go.
Maya: ~MAH~ cyan, steers. Not weak. Just… listens. Wind on a sail.
Karen: “Feminine”? Ugh.
Alex: Nah, it’s direction. Gender’s optional.
Maya: ~VAH~ orange scars. Karen, your bad breakup? That’s bone-deep. Not therapy-speak.
Karen: …Okay. That one’s real.
Alex: See? No fluff. Just facts you already know.
Maya: ~KAH~ sky-blue, change. Nothing lasts. ~RAH~ purple, will. You decide. No fate.
Karen: So no spells? No gurus?
Maya: Nope. Just seven spins. Balance or bust.
Alex: I’m not converted. But I’m not deleting it either.
Maya: It’s not about conversion. Look, your body already does this. XX chromosomes? That’s the left-lean, ~MAH~, cyan, steering. The meat generates that energy quiet, inward, balancing.
Karen: Wait, biology now? You’re saying my ovaries are… what, some cosmic switch?
Maya: Not cosmic. Just wiring. The machine runs on what it’s built for. XX skews soft-power, yield, flow. XY? Right-side tilt, ~PAH~, yellow hammer. Raw output, outward crush.
Alex: Huh. So… the body’s basically a generator? Left for calm, right for punch?
Maya: Exactly. ~QAH~ isn’t woo, it’s the root fuel. Red, dense, meat-made. Every cell’s pumping it. Your sex just tunes the dial, left or right. No judgment. Just physics in flesh.
Karen: …That’s actually kinda creepy. But… yeah. I feel that pull sometimes.
Alex: Same. Like my shoulders tense when I’m pissed, XY doing its thing.
Maya: And when you breathe deep? That’s XX whispering back. Balance.
Karen: …I’ll read more. Don’t tell anyone.
Full Lyrics
Nullae tenebrae…
Nulla lux…
Sola potentia…
Galactica…
Authoritas…
Mea est potentia.
Understand…
Verse 1 – The Forge
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only power.
Existence itself seeks to fulfill itself through the strongest.
Power is the pulse of existence, the raw force that drives all things to claim their place in the cosmos.
It does not care about morality or ideals, that’s only stories told to give meaning to the struggle.
The strongest do not choose their path;
they are forged by it, shaped in the crucible of conflict and will.
Hook
Power doesn’t ask.
It takes.
It flows,
black river through veins,
stars crushed to fuel.
Existence hunts the strong,
not with mercy, nor with grace,
but with teeth in the marrow,
hammering bone till it sings.
Weak ones pray.
Strong ones bleed.
No god, no guilt,
just the next claim.
Bend it. Break it.
Own it.
That is the Pulse.
Verse 2 – The Claim
Every action, every breath, is a competition to claim space, to endure, to dominate.
The weak may dream of light or shrink from darkness, but both are illusions, power alone is real, and it flows to those who seize it without hesitation.
Power does not negotiate or compromise; it demands obedience from the universe itself.
Those who wield it are not bound by petty distinctions of good or evil, they transcend them and carve their truth into the fabric of reality.
Existence is a merciless forge that hammers out the weak and subdues the strong.
To hesitate, to doubt, is to invite annihilation.
Hesitate once, and the cosmos laughs.
Doubt’s a leash.
Will’s the chain-breaker.
Empires kneel because someone dared to stand taller,
fist closed around lightning.
Not ideals.
Not justice.
Just… more will to power.
Hook
Power doesn’t ask.
It takes.
It flows,
black river through veins,
stars crushed to fuel.
Existence hunts the strong,
not with mercy, nor with grace,
but with teeth in the marrow,
hammering bone till it sings.
Weak ones pray.
Strong ones bleed.
No god, no guilt—
just the next claim.
Bend it. Break it.
Own it.
That is the Pulse.
Verse 3 – The Hold
Power flows not to the just or the cunning, but to those who act, who bend the world to their will with unwavering determination.
In the end, all things, stars, spirits, empires, bow to the one who demands it without fear.
Power is the unwavering stream that shapes the cosmos, indifferent to prayers or entreaties.
It scorns the timid and rewards the bold, forging victors out of the chaos of ceaseless struggle.
No power can deny it, no ideal can contain it, existence itself kneels before its might.
To seize it is to become more than mortal, to etch your will into the stars.
That is power.
That is the Way of Strongwillism.
Bridge/ Outro hook
Power doesn’t ask.
It takes.
It flows,
black river through veins,
stars crushed to fuel.
Vis vincit
Potentia est
Fortis fortuna iuvat
Vires acquirit eundo
…Vis sola regnat.
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