By Paulo Coelho
The Warrior of Light unwittingly takes a false step and plunges into the abyss.
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)
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By Paulo Coelho
The Warrior of Light unwittingly takes a false step and plunges into the abyss.
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)
Welcome to Share with Friends - Free Texts for a Free Internet
Rose
Your story is very touching.
I’m glad you can find some positive inspiration out of this heartbreak.
I pray that his young daughter will be able to dream of her father and find comfort in knowing his true soul - not the one which hollywood inevitably shapes or disguises, yes, with drugs, pressures etc, which lead so many sensitive gifted people to closet violence and depression etc (I’m not saying that this was him)
I too despair that the world seems to believe in these prescription drugs to sort out problems, when in fact in my experience and research, the opposite is true.
Ritalin (I fume from the ears!!) legalised Cocaine!!
I’ll calm down a bit - my friend read the leaflet in some tablets she had been given; halfway down the list of side effects it said ‘may cause sudden or unexpected death’
??!! she rightly pointed out;
how can it be either sudden or unexpected when it tells me (and the people who produce them) right here!!
anyway, I’ll shut up now
you just happened in on the subject of my personal mission/commission
LOVE
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Yes, but some day he must not only crawl back to the side from which he (once again) plunged into the abyss.
He will have to use his experience to arm himself properly and then, when he decides that he is ready for it, daringly and willingly confront all the horrible phantoms of that endless darkness.
This is the only way to make it to the other side, to open that great and glorious gate of light. Only when he is ready to accept this impossible challenge, he is worthy of calling himself a warrior of the light.
There is nothing romantic about this.
This is the war on the ego, where no prisoners are taken.
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There is no wrong place and no wrong time in our lives. Every step has a purpose, as much as every friendship, every book we read, every stranger who passes us with a smile (in return to ours).
False step, even the fall into abyss, is only a part of that journey, because going through every adversity while following our dream means that there is a reason - by reason I always mean a lesson that we have to learn, and there is a way through it and on to the next stage. While we don’t jump into darkness to prove something to someone, if we do find that there is no solid ground underneath our feet – our belief that we can fly instantly comes back to us. And we fly.
Dear Rose,
I think your letter is a wonderfully moving and fitting tribute to Heath Ledger. Undoubtedly, he was and it will always stay an inspiration as a human being. Sadly, sometimes young lives seem to us cut very short, but as you have put it so correctly, it’s God’s will. After my brother died I was comforted through my grief by faith and love we shared. I’ve realised even though his life could have been longer – it was completely fulfilled. Some people live longer, but struggle to find a meaning, and purpose, and reason. But those who are chosen to die young have taught us something valuable. You are absolutely right: we should look at ourselves and if there is anything to be corrected and learned (and there always is something, even a little thing) – we should try and carry on the legacy they all left us with.
Best regards to you and thank you for writing what you did. It certainly touched me, and I am sure many other people.
I have a feeling Mr. Paulo Coelho wanted to bring people together by creating this kind of site. Again, weather or not it is his intention to teach – he remains a great teacher to us all.
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I say God lead me to where I may fall! as its worth the heartache than not to have it all …
I would rather risk it all or die trying than not to have known or felt or had a go ,sometimes stepping into the abyss can be an adventure all of its own …blessings Tania
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The footage of Paulo in the desert and that wonderful Arab creation myth…
Today those all remind me of the movie ‘The Four Feathers’. A movie starring Heath Ledger.
This talented actor past away yesterday in NYC, at 28, only a few months older than I am. It affects me because I loved his movies, his performance in Brokeback Mountain was beyond genius. It touched my soul and that of million others. A true classic.
I remembered that about ten years ago I saw this Australian show called ‘Sweat’ where he played a gay athlete; quite a risque character for a youth series. Or for a young unknown actor. I’ve always remembered that I just instinctly thought that that guy was going to make it big. Going Hollywood.
After that show I forgot about him, but some years later watching a movie I recognized him. There he was. That guy. And it seemed natural that he ended up there. Don’t know why. It were not his looks, there are so many ‘pretty boys’, that wasn’t it. Sometimes I just have these ‘premonitions’ about people, I know they’re going to fulfill their dreams, getting ‘famous’ in their own right. And I’ll always remember those people.
I’d remembered Heath. So in 2002 he starred in ‘The Four Feathers’ which took place in the Sudanese desert for the greatest part of the movie.
At one time they had to film a scene in which Heath’s character had to jump on a horse, better said, on one horse amongst a herd of 100, galloping past him. First his stunt double was going to do it, but Heath asked the director if he could do it himself. The director responded that he could be killed doing that. Heath responded with a line also uttered by his character in the movie:”I will be killed if it’s God will.”
Battling pneumonia and insomnia he has passed away. Maybe selfmedication gone wrong? Whatever the reason, I just hope it was God’s will and that his time on earth was done. I know God works in mysterious ways, what do we know of his reasons? I just feel so sad that his little daughter will not really get to know her father in real life.
And I’d wish this society wouldn’t be so easy with prescribing pills. In Heath Ledger’s appartment there were found five bottles of prescribed drugs.
Some pills against anxiety, depression and against sleepless nights. Pills. They seem to be today’s answers to problems of the mind or/ and soul. Or to a sensitive and different than average person. An answer they are not! Just like ever second child today is on Ritalin. Sigh. Angry. Sad.
Mr. Coelho, sorry for rambling on about this, but I always go to your blog to get inspired or when I need a little lifting of spirits. So it just felt like a natural place to vent. And because Heath Ledger seemed to be a true Warrior of the Light. An Australian Santiago in his own right, who left his hometown at sixteen to pursue a movie career in Sydney. Ending up in Hollywood. But still following his own path. A quote of him out of an article I read today:
“In the face of all of Hollywood’s promises and pressures, Ledger seemed to have his eyes on something more ethereal and indefinable. ”I’m on a f—ing journey,” he said. ”I’m on a walkabout. A lot of people think ambition or success, and they think dollars…. My success is getting underneath that. At the f—ing end of the day, that’s the only thing you’re going to carry with you when you die.” (Link:http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20173197,00.html)
For me he’s an inspiration and his passing away woke me up again. And reminded me that I’m not getting enough out of life. And that it’s important to believe in your dream. Sometimes a stranger who becomes your friend will do that to you. Sometimes it’s a famous moviestar who dies far too young. It’s all the same in the end.
I hope Heath has found love and rest on the other side now his journey has ended.
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love,
Rose
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Monika,
I can understand how u feel, it monets such as these which temper the steel that a wol is made up of. one can take a rest in such situations even while in the abyss, get to know depth, darkness better.
Paulo -
great busy man, i have another suggestion, in the book manual of wol after every such ‘phrase’ / direction u have included a ‘explaination’ also, can that be included here on this site too maybe as the first comment. as a wol u r master who tells and also a pupil who keeps on ‘refining’ his own understanding.
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There are no false steps.
Once we take the step it becomes us and thus becomes true. The warrior of light lights the abyss, finds wings, re-emerges to tell others: no need to fear the abyss.
Il n’y a pas de faux pas.
Le pas un fois pris fait parti de nous et deviens juste. Le guerier de lumiere eclaire le gouffre, trouve ses ailes, revient pour dire aux autre: n’ayez pas peur du gouffre.
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Annie, nicely put. xx
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Nobody’s perfect, nobody can always be full of Light, even if this Light is always inside.
Why?
Because warrior of Light is a human being, at least for now.
though,
“without darkness there would be no light..”
love
Agnieszka
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Yes, the wol unconsciously takes a false step and makes mistakes.. His intention is never to hurt himself or others..But because i believe a wol is a person that knows os maybe has experienced both good and evil at their extremes, he discovers both the good and the bad.So he plunges into the abyss. And maybe he may lose his way..That is the most tricky part though..But if he/she ‘dies’ he/she will be ‘reborn’. God never leaves him, always putting in his way all the right circumstances/people/signs to find himself/herself again.. That is i believe a wol’s fate, to die and be reborn again and again..
Love to all
Annie
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I try to climb up again, but it’s hard when your body and soul are aching and have a damage by the fall.
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Bonjour,
Est-ce l’abîme pour Lovevampirelove comme pour le guerrier de lumière ?
La chose soudain me laissait aller, son aspiration s’éteignait, son souffle me quittait, je tombais, mais le dernier rêve se réalisait, comme si j’étais l’un de ses petits, elle me laissait prendre ma première envolée. Sur moi-même je tournais, j’essayais de réaliser des figures les bras écartés, même si je savais que sur terre j’allais m’écraser. Je me sentais comme le plus grand, le plus beau des oiseaux et je m’imaginais planer au-dessus des nuages touchant des ailes les rayons chauds du soleil sans me consumer, humant le parfum des arbres, des océans et des fleurs avant de rencontrer notre mère nourricière sans me tuer. Cependant, dans la réalité, j’entendais le cri aigu d’un oiseau traversant le firmament que je devais sûrement encore imaginer, mais les nuages s’écartaient pour dévoiler sous la lumière lunaire un milan royal géant.
© LovevampireLove 2007
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