Rest (when you can for as little as you can [and dream])

Dig your trench deep and prepare yourself even more so. Set up your sentries, be vigilant and never rest with both eyes closed. Keep one eye always on the borderlands of the secret memories you hold dear beneath your uniform of mediocrity. Listen for the sounds of bastard intruders, for they will rummage through your past tragedies to steal anything that glimmers of hope or smells of innocence. Always maintan a tight patrol on these borders and allow your dogs to this frontier as they will. Let their violent nature guide them as they purify your territories from thieves and liars. They will protect your lands, preying upon defiliers as you seek respit. When you do sleep, dream hidden in the thickets of wild flowers, ivy and fallen branches. Prepare your thoughts as the sun rises and collect the remains of what was once you.

Six Stages to Exterminate Thyself

I. Leave behind empty your rationality. It will no longer serve. Your actions need to be as base as the prey animal. II. Time to run. III. Time to hide. IV. Do not allow the pumping of mania from your heart that is now in your head to frenzy your actions and reveal your platform of concealment. V. Do not make a sound until you are certain of your surroundings. Any movement could give away your temporary location of false sanctuary. Do not stir the air around you; the smell of your fear excites your predator pursuers. Not until your path is clear and direct and all danger has passed out of sight and earshot can you come out of hiding to retreat yet again. VI. Do not think as a human, you are an animal and need to depend upon the purity of your instincts. Recondition your thoughts, your motivations and your morality.

Thee Room in Thee House

Enter the Great House and return to your room,

Return to the source of your powers,

Clean yourself in your room as you draw down the sun and the moon and the stars,

Return and purify,

Return and be clean and your powers have returned in your room,

Be clean in your room,

A white room with the black smell of burnt paper,

You can purify SPACE,

You can reset TIME,

You can cleanse all MATTER.

You will never be unclean in your white room,

You will be clean in your secret, black room whose door is cast by the shadow of the white room and in your black room with the smell of wet paper, you will wash the Beasts.

You will clean their fur with salt, seed and saliva,

The smells of the burning paper and the drowning paper,

The cleansing smells, this is the smell of clean animals under the ground in secret, black rooms and when you leave, 
You will chain the Beasts to the floor of their polished damnations,

You will keep them comfortable on beds of hair cut from your still dreaming childhood.

One of the responsibilities of the Housekeeper of the Hole House/ Devil Lodge

The wolves of the world below the ground run up and down the walls of the house. A Housekeeper who neglects his wolves will soon find his stronghold collapsed and its guardians in the final act of suicide.

Prepare

Camouflage this secret door to your secret room with secret and sad words written in invisible blood from lies that were never told as you prepare yourself beneath sheets and dust and rotting furniture in an house that has washed onto the bank of the River Lethe. Hide from Time who is afraid to enter. Mnemonically siphon what you can from those three days of darkness that became thirty-three days that became three hundred and thirty-three that became three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three, and synthesize an antidote to transmute the toxins of antitime so you can remember whom you are and whom you used to be and what you are supposed to do. Prepare your beast and your armor and your shield and your sword. Prepare to ride out and for your great battle, and prepare for your holy crusade without a God and without a Devil.

Protection Spell Against Sleep Parasites

You need to stay on your side with your empty eye sockets and open wounds. You jumped the fence and you belong over there with your cruel kind. If you return, you will be torn to pieces by my dogs. Your bloody sheet will catch and tear on my patches of briar, thorn and horn and your true form will be exposed to the light of the moon, you will weaken and perish by the morning star. You are lost and need to stay over there with those other ones. These words will burn you as I speak them to you if you do not return to where you came from, even if you pray to your dead god of dead deconstructed things. You can kneel in your own blood as you pray. Return to your own blasted house that has been burnt, drowned and buried. Find your blunt and broken sword, your rusted armor and your skeletal beast and return. My dogs hair will stand on end and turn to needles if they sense your trespassing. It would be unwise for you to come back and whisper decomposing pictures into my ears while I sleep. They will protect me as these words protect me. They will dispell your form as these words dissolve your integrity and will.