A sword can last a short time, but the warrior has to last a long time. That is why he must not let himself be fooled by his own capacity and so be taken by surprise. To each thing he gives the true value that it deserves.
Often, when he is faced with serious matters, the devil whispers in his ear: “Do not bother about that, that’s not serious.”
Other times, when he is faced with trivial matters, the devil whispers: “You need to spend all your energy on solving this situation.”
The warrior does not listen to what the devil is saying. He is the master of his sword.
Pay attention to your allies
A warrior does not associate with anyone who wishes him harm. Nor is he seen in the company of those who want to “console” him.
He avoids whoever is only at his side in moments of defeat. These false friends want to prove that weakness has its rewards. They always bear bad news. They always try to destroy the warrior’s trust, under the disguise of “solidarity”.
When they see him injured they break into tears, but deep in their hearts they are happy because the warrior has lost a battle. They fail to understand that this is a part of combat.
A warrior’s true companions are at his side at each and every moment, in times both difficult and easy.
Negotiating with the enemy
When the moment of combat draws near, the Warrior of Light is prepared for any circumstance. He analyzes each possibility and asks himself: “What would I do if I had to fight against myself?”
This is how he discovers his weak points.
At this moment the adversary approaches, carrying a bag filled with promises, agreements and negotiations. He has tempting proposals and easy alternatives to offer.
The warrior analyzes each of these proposals; he also seeks an agreement, but without losing his dignity. If he avoids combat, it is not because he was seduced – but rather because he decided that this was the best strategy.
A Warrior of Light does not accept presents from the enemy.
On the defense and on the attack
The warrior is careful with people who think they can control the world, determine their own steps, and are certain that they know the right path. They are always so confident in their own capacity of decision that they do not realize the irony with which fate writes everyone’s life.
The Warrior of Light has dreams. His dreams carry him forward. But he never commits the mistake of thinking that the road is easy and the door wide.
He knows that the Universe works like alchemy: solve et coagula, say the masters. ”Concentrate and disperse your energy according to the situation.”
There are moments to act and moments to accept.
In the face of defeat
The Warrior of Light knows how to lose. He does not hold defeat as something indifferent, using phrases like “well, it wasn’t all that important”, or “to tell the truth, I did not really want that”.
He accepts defeat as a defeat; he does not try to change it into a victory or an experience. He suffers the pain of his wounds, the indifference of his friends and the loneliness of loss. At such moments he says to himself: “I fought for something, and I failed to get it. I lost the first battle.”
This phrase will give him strength. He is aware that nobody wins all the time – but the courageous always win in the end.
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Accetta la sconfitta come tale, egli non cerca di trasformarla in una vittoria o una esperienza. Sopporta il dolore delle ferite, l’indifferenza dei suoi amici e la solitudine della perdita. In quei momenti, dice a se stesso: “Ho lottato per qualcosa e non sono riuscito a ottenerlo. Ho perso la prima battaglia. ”
Questa frase gli dà forza. Egli è cosciente che nessuno vince sempre – ma i coraggiosi vincono sempre alla fine.
“Who Saves the Hero?”
Who saves the Hero?
A questioned derived from the curiosity of mind.
Who saves the Hero?
Who rescues the valiant in time of demise?
The hero dedicated to a life of virtue and just,
but who keeps the flame courage alive restricting it from diminishing to dust.
Who is the unknown soul that will the save the day when the hero has grown too weak to carry on.
Who will be the one to carry the flame and rise to the moment?
Who will go against the unjust and be the representative of justice and right.
Who will inherit the Valiant’s purpose who shall be the warrior of light?
Who will be the light in a world casted in the woes of the dark?
Who will be the soul to fill this role, and will play this much needed part?
For if such a role of importance is left vacant.
Doom is destined to reap its needle upon tapestry of life.
For if not a single soul answers this call
we are destined to lives of malice and strife.
So who is the carrier of light, the bringer of day?
Who shall take on the role for the ones who’ve paved the way?
Thank you Paulo
Rashid Akeem Sobers, You asked:
Who?
You, me, them – everybody in this world. If we rise to the occasion. If we dare/want/care to.
We are the everyday heroes.
(Plus some things we cannot always explain… I guess.)
Muito bonito esse texto Paulo,
Abrações!
Olá Paulo Coelho.
Gosto muito do seu trabalho.
Gostaria de sugerir uma versão em português deste blog, é difícil para quem não domina a língua inglesa acompanhar aqui.
Até leio, mas confesso que com dificuldade.
Grata!
ps- Fiquei feliz de ver que vc e o Padre Fabio de Melo seguem-se mutuamente no twitter, admiro o trabalho de ambos.
Luz e paz pra vc, fica com Deus!
Quelle leçon ! :)))
I saw others posted dance videos, so I share one from a movie, based on an interesting novel written by one of our best writers, Liviu Rebreanu, ” Ciuleandrea”. Also that is inspired by one popular dance, that starts slowly, increasings its speed. I loved the novel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMSILe28WxE
Thank you Alexandra. Beautiful music and thanks to you and George Enescu I found this rare video ..
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Today in my country the elections of president take place. I talk about that because, is an example about allies that one need. The actual president in my opinion has the best intention, he once was kept only and only by people, when all parliament was against him. Now, he is again in a bad situation, I think, only because he is not able to make enough compromises, I mean convincing others to join his ideas. Others means political members, not the people, who seem still like him a lot. But because no majority, there great trouble for country, when a law must pass. The other parties vote against just for making them seem important, not thinking how much country lose for such delay and decision. I dont know whether I know to find the right allies, or to make compromises with enemies. Maybe if is question of death and life, else, better not.
About the thing of people who are here only on defeat time, seem unreal, for most are gone and lost in such moments…usually. I agree a friend is near all time, and he show us even our mistakes, sure on the right tonality.
Love
Alexandra
Dance warrior, dance!
Life is a fortune, not always a fight,
feel free and dance through the light!
Let your moves be in tune with the breath of the Earth,
if you tumble and fall don’t worry it’s not worth.
Don’t cry, don’t complain,
stand up and join the tune again.
Don’t let your bring down by sorrow or pain,
ever be faithful your life is not in vain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AzpHvLWFUM
Zorba’s dance.
I could not resist.. I put it again.. I admire this power of ‘falling down’ and facing destruction with … smile, laughter and … dance.
The dance of .. Freedom.
‘What would I do, if I had to fight against myself?’But the .. battlefield is always in ourselves, in our hearts.. It is how we .. experience ..LIFE. ‘The Laestrygones and Cyclops’ appear because we ..carry them in our hearts! We get what we .. deserve. We live our .. Karma. Deep inside US we KNOW, that our WORLD is OUR MIRROR.
May we always mirror beauty. The beauty of LIGHT and LOVE.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Bryan Ferry – ‘Don’t Stop the Dance’
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sV79-W30zW0
To all of You, life-dancers.
Love,
Liina
Everything happens for a reason…
Yesterday I made a very important closure in my life with my ex-husband.
Then, to celebrate, I bought a silver hart for myself with the shape made out of two wings. Symbol of my new path: open heart and freedom.
After buying the heart I saw your book “The winner stands alone” in the window of a book store. I had not heard about that book, so I went in and saw directly another book, one with love quotes from your various books.
Randomly I picked a page and got a quote from your book “Brida” (which I actually recently read) – about the importance of making closures in life. Well, I rest my case, the universe is speaking to me through a lot of signs these days…
And now I read this beautiful text about the warrior and reading this is just what I needed now to keep mooving forward. I speaks to me on soooooo many levels right now!
Yes, I have lost the battle. But maybe not the war…
Thank you! <3
So beautiful and filling your heart with light. So true also. See the world as it is :)
had to say to my totally abusive father no more!
Dear Paulo,
Thank you for an important reminder. This year I have learned not to let syupy sympathy (not to be confused with compassion), nor the sting of others negative words or energy interfere on my path; to keep moving. And also, appreciate strong friends.
“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” – Winston Churchill
Love to All, Jane : ) xo
great quote, thanks for your point of view Jane!
Thank you paulo :o)
A message:
Mirror
In short article wisdom of ages . In past survival took most of the energies (historical times).
I had a falure of a grand scalee forcing me into business as well as personal bankruptcy. Inspite of following all the rules of warriors i failed .It has been a year.At sixty i am getting to feel like old Don Quixote.
I have still to fight some demons and conqur lands .I do not want to fight many wars .I am still working to assemble my strengths to choose a path where i may succeed well with the abilities i have and allies i can muster.
I am always impressed with your ability to put complex ideas in a simple and concise language.
Thanks
kul bhushan
P.S ,would you consider Don Quixote a warrior of light dances.
Dance with the windmills, of course.
It’s so true, our true friends are alwyas there, the otheres come and go, and our truest, our wise self is always there, for me i just have to remember that and talk with her daily, her name is Blessed.
Thank you for this reminder Paulo
Namaste, Lynne
There is something that I read a month ago which has had an impact on me ever since : When you stumble, make it part of your dance.
This is something that I have been doing and it really works. I just had to think about this as soon as I read ” The warrior dances”
Life has become magical once again :)
Thank you Simran, Something important to remember! Love, Jane
It is obvious I like and agree what you have shared with us Paulo.So what can I say…
“Shall we dance?”
heheheheeheh
Love
Olta
Dance with me
Light Dance gives a chance to control the future,as the tyranny of the past vanished.
thank u mister paulo !
Cada ser humano tiene, dentro de sí, algo mucho más importante que él mísmo: su Don
Brida
As always, Paulo, your messages come at just the right moment – this one, just when I am in the midst of a very big battle. Several weeks ago, I began the application process to a PhD program in religious studies. It is what many would call a “losing battle” from the start, an “impossible battle,” and therefore a “ridiculous” endeavor. Of the roughly 270 applicants, only 12 will be selected. For this reason, most students who apply to such programs, apply to numerous schools, in the hopes of getting into just one. I, on the other hand, have put in just one application, to one school – “placing all my eggs in one basket,” as they say – not because I think I am so qualified that I cannot be denied, but because of all the schools and all the programs in the country, this is the one that, from my perspective, stands out above all the others. Anything else would be a compromise. And maybe next year I will be willing to make a compromise, but not yet – not until I have tried, with all my effort, for the one school I truly desire to attend.
In less than one week, the battle will be over, though the outcome will not be known for some weeks, or even months. One week from today, I can wake up and say, I have done all that I can do – my part in the battle is done.
Over the past few weeks, I have to say that I have witnessed and encountered almost every aspect of battle which you have outlined in your essay.
First of all, I see that the road is NOT easy, and the door is NOT wide: I am the camel, seeking to enter through the eye of a needle. For this reason, I have chosen to focus rather than disperse my energies – to apply to this one school, rather than to many. An unorthodox strategy, perhaps, but if a camel is to fit through the eye of a needle, focus, it seems to me, is the key to that effort.
Secondly, there are so many parts to this application, and in the process of completing it, I have heard both devilish declarations whispered into my ear: “Don’t bother with this part – it’s surely not that important,” and “You better spend all your time on this part – it is what matters the most.” I have tried to ignore both voices. Who knows, in the end, which question, or what aspect of the application will serve as the deciding factor? It is all potentially important, each segment deserving of attention.
Thirdly, in reference to the selection of allies, I have experienced the truth of your words. There are those who know nothing of my effort, because I know that, were I to reveal my aspirations to them, they would, in their hearts, only wish me defeat. They might smile, but, in truth, they would be waiting for the opportunity to see me fall. And then there is that handful of genuine friends and sincere allies, those who make such comments as, “Even if you don’t think you have a chance, you absolutely MUST try!” These are people who perceive the value in the effort and who will count me as a “winner,” even if I don’t get in, simply because I took the initiative – because I tried.
Lastly, there is that chance of defeat – the question of how I will handle it if it comes my way. All of my life, I have taken the same stance when faced with defeat: I say to myself, “Ah, it’s not important – I didn’t really want it that badly anyway,” and then I quickly follow up with the equally soothing balm of convincing myself that my failure is God’s will – that victory, in this instance, would actually not have been in my best interest anyway. That is usually when I put down my sword and never pick it up again – when I abandon the dream, whatever it is, and relegate it to the graveyard of failed aspirations.
A few days ago I watched a film, “Hidalgo,” which speaks to this very idea, serving as a counterpoint to the assumption that one is born either to fail or to prevail, that all is written beforehand – Maktub! – and one has only to accept the predestined outcome. This concept that the will of the individual is essentially impotent in the shaping of one’s destiny, in the determination of defeat and victory, is not only questioned but shattered in this movie. Here is a clip from the climax of that film:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgnJgZ2yQdc
Love to you all!
Savita
Love to you too our beautiful warrior!*
/Hope
Hi Savita!
No wonder you have been away from the blog. How exciting for you, to work out a research plan, and try to meet all the expectations of the committee of Professors, who will make the final decision. From my experience of course a personal recommendation from a Professor, often is what determines who will be the lucky one, which you of course are well aware of, from what we have been sharing in the past. In spite of this ‘favor bank factor’ your proposal has to measure up to your competitors, which I am sure, with your thoroughly approach, it will. Savita, I am excited for you, and happy you are almost ready to submit your application, so we can get you back blogging :) And, of course we all here hope for your positive answer, to be the one candidate who can start your doctorate!!!
Hey, have you signed up for Paulo’s Party yet? If not, this will be your next ‘project’, to meet in Vienna March 19th!! I was just thinking one way to find a sponsor for a trip like this, might be to contact a local book store, say one as a regular blogger has invitation to the party, and see if they want a Coelho evening, where one who had attended the party could come and talk about Paulo’s …anything :) Books/Articles/Party/Blog/Twitter/…they name it. You have to sign up on pilar_piedra@hotmail.com to get a formal invitation I suppose. If you haven’t already signed up, JUST DO IT!!! Carolena is conferring her Oracle..and hopefully will come too :)
Take care g/f,
Heart
Hi Savita,
I cross all my fingers for your application!
all the best.
K
Oh I forgot … HILDAGO and Vigo Uuuuuooooo baby, well worth the view!!! Right? Hee he he heee heeeeeee.
Lainee
Such thoughts are like lifesavers when trying to understand why sometimes the very loved ones can be the enemy, the promoters of comfort, of pity, and of settling your heart.
Allies can be a curse in disguise – if you end up relying on them more than on yourself. (a quote I loved this week said: public opinion is no substitute for thought). Life has thought me that well.
Choosing if to spend your energy on fighting, that energy comes in cycles and the best way to grow beyond your weaknesses is to face them – I remember there was a time I was praying for at least one lesson to come to me the easy way, so tired of learning the hard way. Now I am grateful for that :)
I am grateful for your writings, sharing your mindset and creating a community of wols, and most importantly for daring to touch others minds. Yet as much as I love you & the contribution of your work in my life I find myself mortified when questions won’t let me take comfort in this mentality.
- Can warriors exist without enemies? The principle of a warrior involves the existence of an enemy… I don’t contest the value an enemy can bring in bettering you, but I am witnessing so many people creating enemies in their mind that don’t exist. By creating enemies we end up projecting limits and negativity on others, thus… we become the enemies they need to battle! (it’s a warrior paradox!)
- Fighting for something is a romantic way of embracing anything in life… how do I deal with those that mistake doing anything it takes to win something with doing anything it takes to another being to win something? There is a difference involving so many ethics that breaks down the very essence of our humanity, and I am shocked on how people choose to blind their conscience temporarily to enable winning. If that’s what is a warrior, than I find myself raising from the side of the road and asking if there’s something better.
- In matters of dreams, WOL is still my favorite read of all times. In matters of the heart, how can you fight someone else, how can you possibly send the message their heart does not matter? All I can possibly think out of the tragedies I’ve lived through is that no one else should ever have to live through that. Sharpening the sword means you are ready to cut with it.
Maybe I am missing your points once again. What I do know is that we are so influenced as a society and as individuals by our collective subconscious, and with media we disperse and influence group subconsciousness faster than ever. And as dumb or contrary as my dilemmas may be, I owe it to myself to live them.
Hey, at least I’m not afraid of learning the hard way anymore :)
With love, respect and plenty of confusion,
Anca
Anca.
“The enemies that weren’t there.” Suits finely for a book title, doesn’t it?
The matter You mentioned about one creating their own enemies. That’s true. (To the addition: for me, this idea, even to think of someone, or call someone as an enemy, in our daily life, seems odd.)
I’ve seen many moments where people create enemies to themselves, out of clear air, even if it’s not there – but it is due to their own insecurities, fears, shortcomings. Because confusion and/or a desire to protect themselves. (Maybe even out of boredom? Or maybe even out of a need to constantly challenge/fight someone.) But I guess all of us have created ourselves the enemies that really werent there at some point of our lives.
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The word ‘enemy’ in a dictionary:
“One hostile to another; one who hates, and desires or attempts the injury of, another; a foe; an adversary; as, an enemy of or to a person; an enemy to truth, or to falsehood.”
For some reason, I am reluctant to call someone (an average person, in daily life), who may not understand me, who may have prejudices towards me, or who may try to seed me with negativity or corrupt me (etc.), an enemy. But from the point of the society, I won’t call them a friend either. Yet if that person may teach us something by their way of acting (like for us, how not to act/be) then we may think of them as a “friendly” teacher.
But I guess we all have different dictionaries in our life, and in different languages words even have different shades to them, even if the basic meaning is the same. In estonian, the word enemy is a very strong one, and also applies that we, who are calling someone, feel a need to act coldly, strongly, straight decided. It may also have this shade in peoples minds due to the occupation of our country by Russia, the times of the Soviet Union, and also World Wars.
Therefore, if there was some military force attempting to take physically away my homelands freedom, I would surely call them enemies… but in daily life the word, for me, personally, seems exaggerated.
Everything, from the cloud in the sky to the depths of our brain (+ history, genetics, past, our society, our family, the state of the nature, the geographical setting where we grow up…), affects us in some way. Even if we didn’t want it to happen.
My posting may aswell be very naive (How can we call them then, if not enemies, because in the essence, isn’t that what they are?), but I do not constantly feel like I need to fight ‘against’ (or for) something/someone all the time.
Little things makes us what we are.
Even if it’s just a different shade of the same word.
Love,
L.
Paulo: the T-shirts… Solidarity, or “solidarity”?
I sincerely believe in building bridges between enemies. If that is not possible, how will we get peace on earth? Is it impossible to accept that we have different religions, different political views, different colour skin, different economical status, different…. We have to accept differences, because differences are reality. But we can try to merge as much as possible. We have an international standard for human rights. We can start there. We have an challenge when it comes to ecology, environmant and climate. We can start there. We have health challenges all over the world. We can start there. The world will soon be overpopulated. We can start there. Money and human lives are spent on weapons instead of health and education. We can start there. There are so many solutions to these challenges. It is a matter of will. I doubt that things can be done without some capitalist / market economy. I believe in mixed economies – Scandinavian model. Slightly different economies in different countries. Enough similarities to be compatible on an international arena. Different enough to take into the considereation the challenges and possibilities of each country. But there should be respect, and no tolerance for war and hatred. A recipe so self-evident, yet so difficult. So in my opinion the Warrior of Light has to build bridges. A naive but necessary conclusion….?
“Si tu t’asseyais sur un nuage, tu ne verrais pas les frontieres des pays, ni les bornes des champs.
Il est regrettable que tu ne puisses t’asseoir sur un nuage.” Khalil Gibran
We assume that the Warrior do the Light has great and good aims. But what about the other warriors – warriors of the dark, i should say. They may also use their swords in similar ways. They may even think they are Warriors of Light while doing things that contradict what they think about themselves.
And the same thing goes for the plants that we hold in the pots in our houses. They will never have roots on earth.
And the beautiful roses, lillies and dasies that we give to the people we love for their birthdays and on occasions – they have been cut for our pleasure. Our pleasure of giving. A flower has been cut from their source of life – so they could temporarily be held in the vases in the houses of our loved ones. For our pleasure.
Why do we need distinctions?
The whole world is full of contradictions.
Am I going to extremes? Or am I speaking the truth? Who knows… lord allmighty.
Thank you warrior. I know you when I meet you.
Those who come to be with me in my defeats are good. They are sent to tempt me, arrive just at the time when I know I am not so strong. I welcome them, know their mission. I wish them well, thank them for their trouble and wish them on their way to another challenge. I keep my head up.
The world is sent to strengthen me. Whatever it presents I hope I will see the challenge and feel myself worthy of it.
I offer you this gift from across the wide sea.
the hardest part is to forgive myself …there is no excuse for being too cruel to my own soul
Something that I heard today: “The more we try to understand ourselves better: our weaknesses, our fears and insecurities and our pain, the more we will be able to love others.”
In other words, if we start to love ourselves (in a good meaning), we are able to spread more love, more freely, to others.
How timely this is for me. Thank you, Mr. Coelho. InsyaAllah, I will share this to spread the word.
‘Just before going out into the garden at the end of the Last Supper, Jesus says to the company, “Let us dance!” And they all hold hands in a circle, and as they circle around him, Jesus sings, “Glory be to thee, Father!
To which the circling company responds, “Amen”
“Glory be to thee, Word!”
And again, “Amen.”
“I would be born and I would bear!”
“Amen.”
“Thou that dances, see what I do, for thine is this passion of the manhood, which I am about to suffer!”
“Amen.”
“I would flee and I would stay!”
“Amen.”
“I would be united and I would unite!”
“Amen.”
“A door am I to thee that knocketh at me… A way am I to thee, a wayfarer.” And when the dance is ended, he walks out into the garden to be taken and crucified. When you go to your death that way, as a god, in the knowledge of the myth, you are going to your eternal life. So what is there in that to be sad about? Let us make it magnificent-as it is. Let us celebrate it. Joseph Campell ‘The Power of Myth’.
Happiness harbinger, Heart
Yes!!! When we dance and especially when we dance with the bright light we are able to see and feel which path to take. Hey, gal, either way Paulo decides, let’s plan to meet in Vegas.
Love ya,
Lainee
That’s truly beautiful Heart, thank you!
Love
Es tán difícil ser un guerrero en este mundo,tan complicado es cuando uno se siente derrotado,tomar lo que queda de sí el orgullo herido,la poca esperanza y continuar en pie…….Aún así el saber que otros pasaron por lo mismo que nosotros,nos da el valor de mirar hacia adelante y cambiar la situación,amo a paulo coelho porque en los momentos más tristes de mi vida,sus palabras le dieron paz a mi alma………es sin duda un ser angelado………
And we can also add….
A WOL value each test and make the most of it, as he knows that each of them represents an opportunity to grow and a chance to know himself better.
A WOL remembers that we are what we learned and that through awareness comes the understanding and the possibility to change what it is.
A WOL does not concentrate on the negative, on what he has not achieved; instead he ponders why things are not the way he would like them to be and then do something about it.
A WOL keeps in mind that everything changes, that nothing is permanent and that he has the power to determine the end result.
A WOL do not feel unsafe or insecure about how thing will turn up to be, as he knows that safety and security do not exist, they are just illusions of the mind to keep him prisoner and afraid of living.
loveNlight
Gabi
Dear Gabi…Thank you for sharing these points! I have found this to be true also! Safety and security do not exist and seeking it creates fear of living beyond merely existing.
Love to All, Jane : )
WoL = someone who never falls into comfortizm. Whatever the reason may be – alluring, tempting, forcing or pleading.
We are all the time in contact with the world, and we must see things as they are, not as they are sent for us to see as.
For a while now I have wondered about the sentence ‘A Warrior of Light does not accept presents from the enemy’. (If we can call people/situations as that. Calling someone an enemy. There is a little bit of contradiction, for me, saying that wether WoL loses or wins a battle, we mustn’t try to make us look as we’re perfect, that we don’t lose, or to pretend that we didn’t even want to win. But if we try to lean to our inner instincts and be true to them, for me, it seems unneccecary to call a person/situation that tries to corrupt me, my enemy. Somehow I feel that we should be above this word. I don’t know if You understand me.)
But I was in a situation lately, where I was tried to be manipulated. A school kid’s situation: “If You do this, You’ll get this/that.” I was promised that. I was asked to put a certain thing into my priority, to get privileges of a certain thing.
In my heart, I knew that this was a manipulation. To tell You the truth, the thing I was asked to become my priority already was one of my priorities. But not the only one. And even if I could get the privileges, even if I just said that ‘Yes, I would do it’ and even if after saying that I would of gotten this privilege, I know, I wouldn’t of enjoyed it with the love that I did until now. I would of done it with bitterness, betrayal – because it felt like that to me.
So, even if a simple agreeing would of got me the privilege that I actually did desire, I said no. And I am with no privilege right now, but I am with my dignity and open heart. I am not corrupted. That’s what it feels like. And even if I am sad, that I lost this opportunity (it was a great temptation, because it has been something that I’ve been fighting for my whole life now), I feel better now that I’ve not accepted it than I would have when I would gotten it, and recieved that privilege.
So, friends, we lose. We win. But some loses, even if they hurt us, wound us, are better to be lost, because if we attempted to win at all times, we would become corrupted and far from who we are today.
Be well all.
Thanks, Paulo.
The sound isn’t perfect but perfomer and the song speaks for itself.
Enjoy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iurhg9fOBV0&feature=response_watch
THAT’S LIFE
That’s life, that’s what all the people say.
You’re riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune,
When I’m back on top, back on top in June.
I said that’s life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t let it, let it get me down,
‘Cause this fine ol’ world it keeps spinning around
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
That’s life
I tell ya, I can’t deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain’t gonna buy it.
And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try,
I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That’s life
That’s life and I can’t deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won’t buy it
But if there’s nothing shakin’ come this here july
I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
Love,
Vesna
I love this Vesna, thank you, its Frank Sinatra yeh?
Lynne
Mabuhay, Paulo! Thank you. “I fought for something, and I failed to get it. I lost the first battle.” Losing the first battle means that we have more time and chances to fight.
The Warrior of Light is inflicted with wounds but still he dances.
His wrists are bound but still he pray.
Enemies are near with their scary faces but he is no coward.
His shield is shaken and his spear broken, still he fight.
The Warrior of Light owns courage,
like the cherry blossom which without the tidings of time will fall and be swiped by winds, he will lose the battle but his story will inspire everyone he knows.
You words are sword that rocks my soul and remember me my battle..Giovanni
Will carry that with me today as I deal with a difficult situation I have found myself in!
the “solve et coagula” part is very interesting…
is not easy just sit down and wait,
because when you stop, thoughts come out :)
and because this society does not allow to stand still
that was my first “fight” :))
Thanks for sharing!!!
A warrior also knows how to flow like a river, which flows just for the sake of flowing for that is its true nature. Unmidful whether someone has permitted it to flow, not caring if someone orders to stop flowing. It just flows, for the river, its religon is to flow.
So a warrior unmindful of the bipolar world around it with its endless diversity and distractions, continues ahead honestly on the path of duty. Victory and defeat means the same to a warrior. Loyalty and betrayal, for a warrior are two sides of the same coin. For a warrior knows that he marches on and on and on………….till eternity……………..
Dear Paulo,
like so much of your work, the timing of this message is absolutely perfect for me. I’ve been standing at a cross-roads for a long time not engaging in the battle, keeping my sword clean at the expense of putting it to good use, but it is becoming dull from all the excuses I have constructed to keep me standing still.
I thank you.
With love, Daniel
Very inspiring words Paulo. but it’s sometimes close to impossible to have the clearest perspective in the face of back to back defeats. The way is lost and we find ourselves groping in the dark, especially those so called “well wishers” are right there to make us feel more confused and disoriented with well chosen words that deliver hopelessness so effectively because they are the big, bright ideas for better things.
I understand Your concern Virdah, but sometimes it’s neccecary to look at the person, behind the words, not to conclude everything based on the things that’s been said.
I agree – it is tough to make the distinction, especially about a person that You don’t even know so well. For example, online-contacts. But it is possible.
Sometimes small matters become big. Little things people do determine who they are… it’s possible to notice, but for that we have to ‘open our eyes’. (And heart.)
Check out this week’s quote (but also the weekly topic). To me, it seems, You’d have an opinion/thoughts to share there.
Be well,
L.
muito obrigada!
The clarity, simplicity is astounding..
Dear Catherine, Agreed, indifference feels worse than hate; nothing is solved. Love, Jane : )
Savita,
I am so proud of you for risking. Going after your dream puts you closer to God — the angels are with you!!!
After going through something similar in 2000, the advice I can give you is to go in there with a portfolio/resume of what you have done already in that field and what you have done to basically help mankind. Be more than happy to SHOW THEM and TALK ABOUT what you have done and organized for for the benefit of all of God’s children. One of my committee members told me that this was how they chose those who where to be in the program. They wanted people who cared about man and not just egg heads who could study and spout answers. So be enthusiastic about your work. My prayers are with you. When do you go in for your interview?
Love, courage and warm light,
Lainee
Thanks I’m very glad
Love,
Vesna
I’m glad, thank you.
Love,
Vesna
lol You and Vegas!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yKG40sDFew
George Enescu with Yehouti Menouhin playing Bach.
T.xxx
Ok! But I’m warning you, if I start it is hard to make me stop, cause I love music, I love dancing. ;)
Thank you Anca – and I love the enemies too, for making me stronger.
xo
Hi Catherine! Will try to describe – ‘syrupy’ sympathy. Feeling ‘sorry for me’, as a person (it is different than feeling sorry about). It implies that somehow I was supposed to feel only happiness; to be immune from feeling the experience of pain or sorrow. (When these very events also carry the potential to strive to become a better person in the fabric of humanity.)
Lots of Love, Jane : ) xo
There are no coincidences!! Laughing with delight…just found this video, that is more succint:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orxEawi9qro&feature=subtivity
A heartFULL of Love, Jane : ) xo
Thelma, you are great, thank you so much, I loved it. Music is such a miracle. And now net too, because if I am not here, you could not share that thing with me.
Thanks again
Much love
Alexandra
Thank you, dear Alexandra for listening.
As you know I love music and beauty and, being a Libra, I also like .. sharing things! Sometimes I feel so full of .. sentiments and beauty that I want to cry or .. fly.. Sharing is scattering beauty and creating beautiful worlds around.
May we, all, are open to .. Nature, LOVE and LIGHT.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
The world isn’t perfect. All of us make mistakes.
But there is a fine line between people who do wrong knowing about it (even maybe conciously or unconciously feeling good about it), and who do them, unknowing – the lack of knowledge, life experience, or from lack of understanding/conciousness. Unknowingly doing wrong doesn’t justify the act, but when people are not ready to see/understand…
Contradictions are everywhere. I love animals and nature. I try to respect it, but at the same time I have two lovebirds in a cage that I bought from the pet store. They will never know what it feels to fly around freely and depend entirely on themselves. As a buyer, I am contributing to the pet stores. As much as I know that, I still keep them and feed them, communicate with them. As much as I love them, I also understand that in a way, they are my slaves – they are there to make me feel good. And I am embarassed about it. I am abusing the stuff I love. (And every man kills the things they love…) Laxami and others taught me that.
We learn until we live.
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