By now you should understand that this House exists for one purpose only: to remake you into a precious accessory, fit to adorn the life of a Superior.
Every act here - your rituals, your etiquette, your written reports - is intended to polish away your coarseness so that something fine and gleaming remains.
When you submit your reflections, ritual accounts, or confessions, they are not mere assignments. They are your metamorphosis, caught in words.
They reveal not just what you’ve done, but who you are becoming - or failing to become. Through them, I divine your needs, your hidden frailties, your stubborn conceits. I see what you cannot yet name.
But recently, a new rot has crept in. There are those who let machines craft their devotions, their apologies, their so-called insights - and by doing so, they shatter the very dream that brought them to My door.
You wound yourself most of all.
When you cheat the work required - by having artificial hands pen your heart’s revelations - you do not simply lie to Me. You destroy the only path you had to the life you claimed to crave. You gut your own transformation. It is not polished words I seek, but the crucible they signify - the place where you labored alone with your doubts and your deepest needs. A machine cannot reflect. A machine cannot weep. A machine cannot be humbled. All they are taught, is to blow smoke up yours or someone else's ass. Thus you rob yourself first. You ensure that the dream you carried - to be trained, refined, perhaps even owned - dies before it ever has a chance to blossom.
And then you rob Me of the pleasure of discernment. Know this: your deception harms more than your private hopes. In the past, when reading your reports, I could slip between the lines - to hear what was truly being said in the hesitations, the contradictions, the little bursts of shame and excuses. I could tell who might flourish with deeper discipline, who was ready for stricter service, who needed a gentle correction instead. But the advent of "Large Language Models", chatbots, AI, etc. has changed all that. Its cold perfection startled Me, even fooled Me - this once. But not again. Now every too-elegant turn of phrase stands suspect. This counterfeit eloquence has made honesty harder to discern, staining My House with distrust.
It destroys your prospects for future recommendation.
Consider this: how could I ever give a proper referral of you to your dream Superior - to stand as your Patroness - if I cannot trust that anything you’ve written arose from your own struggles?
You will have made yourself an enigma cloaked in borrowed silk, with no authentic lineage of discipline to vouch for. No discerning Owner would want such a risk - and I will not put Myself, My integrity and honor at stake for a lackadasical approach to engagement.
Therefore, by my absolute rule:
- Your reports, explorations, devotions, apologies, and all written Assignments must be composed by your own hand. I care nothing for perfect grammar - jeesh, the House is international, and I cherish those who speak in English as best they can. Instead, I look and care for the raw edge of your honest self.
- Tools for spelling or for understanding meanings are permitted. But, tools to manufacture your voice, your introspection, analyze House Assignments for a proper response - absolutely forbidden.
- Should I sense disingenuity, I will apply a litmus test of My own devising to reveal whether your work was truly yours. If you fail it, you will be stripped of your standing here until you can return in transparent truth.
The only reason to engage in these Assignments is to learn how to be a beautiful, attentive, obedient accessory for someone far above you. Your dream life. To cheat that process is to sabotage your own becoming. It is manipulation - pure and simple - done for the shallow gratification of engagement, at the expense of real transformation.
I have endless patience for sincere fumbling. I have none for deception.
That is all.
M
