A warrior of light is never predictable.He might dance down the street on his way to work, gaze into the eyes of a complete stranger and speak of love at first sight, or else defend an apparently absurd idea. Warriors of light allow themselves days like these. He is not afraid to weep over ancient sorrows or to feel joy at new discoveries. When he feels that the moment has arrived, he drops everything and goes off on some long-dreamed-of adventure. When he realises that he can do no more, he abandons the fight, but never blames himself for having committed a few unexpected acts of folly. A warrior does not spend his days trying to play the role that others have chosen for him.
The warrior of light does not worry that, to others, his behaviour might seem quite mad. He talks out loud to himself when he is alone. Someone told him that this is the best way of communicating with the angels, and so he takes a chance and tries to make contact. At first, he finds this very difficult. He thinks that he has nothing to say, that he will just repeat the same meaningless twaddle.Even so, the warrior persists. He spends all day talking to his heart. He says things with which he does not agree, he talks utter nonsense. One day, he notices a change in his voice. He realises that he is acting as a channel for some higher wisdom. The warrior may seem mad, but this is just a disguise.
The moment that he begins to walk along it, the warrior of light recognises the Path. Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field. Then he allows his Personal Legend to guide him towards the tasks that life has reserved for him. On some nights, he has nowhere to sleep, on others, he suffers from insomnia. ‘That’s just how it is,’ thinks the warrior. ‘I was the one who chose to walk this path.’ In these words lies all his power: he chose the path along which he is walking and so has no complaints.
from “The manual of the warrior of light”
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I Just want to add that in all of my readings my entire life boil down to one of two schools of thought.
a) That I choose my path and I control my own destiny
b) Fate we are all actors in a play that isn’t ours
I take comfort in b. Knowing that things will work out, whether I live or die, speak or obstain, I know that the show will go on. I find it so arrogent to think of myself as the center in which my choice changes the course of history. Some are meant to be great examples of how we would like to live life, others are meant to be examples great examples of living death.
Touching, moving and awakening is all wats the core of his writings… Mr Coelho u know the art of bringing out a human being out of an animal… n then an angle out of the man :) hats off to u :)
Bien cher Paulo,
Merci beaucoup pour l’invitation.Je voudrais savoir si il y aura la possibilite de ranger mon cheval au parking ?:)…………
J’ai peur de me perdre dans la foret. :)
ESt ce qu’il y aura du Brie aussi?
Je celebre ma casa bianca est terminee . C’est beau.
le 2ie terre bit c’est pas encore au point – ca prend du temps!
Beijos et merci encore 1 fois a toi Paul von Austria, Juliana, Mustafa et toute l’equipe
Beijos clippety clippety clo
Comme j’ai franchi une etape, j’ai decide d’aller plus loin.
Al et Arn ont eu droit a cet onctueuse potion que l’on appelle Capuccino avec un hint de chocolat en poudre. Imagine!
Une vraie folie!
I will start my journey from the Valday Hills.
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It was a prediction which I was not able to understand for a long time. But last weekend I experienced a ‘moment of enlightment’ when in my dream I saw the the River Daugava (our national icon; celebrated by poets as “The River of Destiny”). It was enormous like an ocean! Funny, but this river is rising in the Valdai Hills…
The Daugava also is mentioned in the epic of the Bearslayer (ancient Latvian hero; his story was put to paper by Latvia’s first epic poet Andrejs Pumpurs), in which the genesis of the River is described in the following way: the Daugava is dug by the creatures (birds and animals) on the order of the God of Thunder. Though the Devil tries to reroute the River into a bottomless pit, the River is saved by the intervention of Thunder, who drives the Devil away.
And that’s true, it is very difficult to predict where the River will flow…
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What is the weather in Latvia? It’s thundering (quite often). Even in winter.
Love,
Ilva
A warrior of light focuses on the path ahead and is always alert. He uses curiosity as a strength to work harder on the path. He is movement and he is also rest at the same time. Now and then he thinks about all ancient wars for freedom down in history. He’s a passbyer. ! He’s walking into the new, forever. !
Bye. !
Beautiful!
first, I don’t belive that Mr Paulo want to give his sword and second, to get it, it is so difficult because you have to leave every thing we are doing for taking this aventure.
I really like but it is impossible.
But what I will do is to read the four books.
Dear Eugenia, you definitely have to read those four books.
And allow yourself to believe in “miracles”.
You will see that yes, all of it is possible.
Have a very Joyful time!
Love & Joy
Olta
counting sheep 1,2,3,… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Tt_YpvwrFg
Lots of love,
Vicky
I did not see ‘that’ coming!
Nice quiz Paulo ;o)
L’aventure de ce matin, j’ai parle avec Monsieur Lust – il a un bon nom -. Il m’a meme dit qu’il avait change plusieurs fois – la routine c’est pas son genre -.Il travaille dans les contrats.Il doit etre multi-task.
Avec lui, pas de tension, rien que de l’attention.
It is sacred. – You don’t want it to be desecrated by unsacred comments.
Well actually lots of things I said,wrote or did doesn’t make much sense too!:)
It is strange btw that I named my blog The Ancient Sword,almost two years ago.I still don’t know why in fact!
Ah I know!Like children on Easter!I’m kidding..I don’t know the meaning but it’s a nice sword.
…but why is this majestic sword caged?
To use it it has to be free!
I am like Him like the Warrior of light… never scared of love at first sight… never scared to try new things and enjoy the journey in my way… I believe in my own ideas and I defend them in the eyes of humans… It ia an absurd idea… one about love.. I know that no one will believe me… In fact I am sure they will all say that I am mad thinking that he is still here with me…
But.. what can I do… if the wind blows in my face.. in my nose the smell of him… and my ears are filled with his songs… which words always seek of me… retelling moments from our previous meeting… I know it’s the love of my life… ah, this is the way I like to call him… IT’S HIM … my Blue EYES man… How I longed for his love.. how I miss to be in his company…
More strange is the fact that I don’t need to be with him for real to feel that he is next to me… and I had this impression for a long time now… I wake up.. and he is somewhere in my room.. watching me… I go to sleep and he is next to me… whispering in me years words so sweet that I feel lost in his arms… I always have a good sleep when I am onto his protecting and loving arms…
I don’t dwell on the past… What I have lost.. doesn’t compare with what I have found…. And that is YOU, my darling… I want this story to speak to you… directly to your heart… If I could make you at least half as happy as I feel right now… you and me… we will be rich… in our souls…. ‘cause NOTING CAN COMPARE WITH LOVE… as LOVE is the one who stands at the base of our creation…
Am I like the Warrior…. I might be… ‘cause not less were the days when I was talking alone… about you… I wrote my thought on paper.. and I wish that one day I will through them all away on that desert.. where the boy from THE ALCHIMIST story was searching for his love… for his own destiny… and then, I will wait until the wind will take them one by one and will lay them down in front of you… where you stand on that grass from your beautiful garden… of your land… I know you are smiling reading this… but I hope you will be happy… my love and I hope that you will realize how strong our love is… I will wonder as that boy.. in the dessert.. until you will find me… until you will have opened your heart and come to me… ‘cause you couldn’t resist one more day breathing without me near… Ah…. I am looking in the sky… so clear and blue… I can compare it with your eyes… and I cannot but exclaim seeing all your beauty… You are a miracle for me… and my love for you has no end… The deeper I get into it to can find it… the stronger it becomes…. I yell in the empty desert…your name.. and all I hear is the echo… which brings it back to me… Am I mad… LET IT BE! Let them think that I am… meanwhile I am wearing my mask… until I fill found you… ‘cause these madness I am into.. is much sweeter then their world… their reality … they trick them self believing that that they have earned it all on this Earth… and nothing is yet to be found! Hahahah .. what a joke… I know.. because …angels spoke to me in one night as I was wondering through the desert searching for your love.. and they said: “BELIEVE IN YOUR DREAMS… in YOU.. and THEN, YOU WILL FIND LOVE… your LOVE…” I understood… and I smiled back to them… “THANK YOU”… and I kept walking… I know I WILL FIND YOU.
xxx Gabriela Romaria
PS… just a few words from the Book I am writing… :-) it’s kind of.. REAL… :-) Blessings to all of us… and much much LOVE! ……
“Warm and Comforting!” Cindy
wow, it’s like some stranger has just gone into my mind and wrote my every thought out here.I know exactly how this feels and I’m wondering if he is feeling the same or am I just been unrealistic and holding onto something that is never going to happen.All I have are my sweet memories and our magic moments but remembering them makes me happy and sad both at the same time. However, I will continue with my journey and try to get through this painful period as it must have been written and I expect I will come out fighting and stronger-I hope.
thank you for writing this.
Hi Gabriela, this is beautiful!! Wow!
Love to All, Jane : )
This sword seems to be at a very secret place.. dificult for anyone to find out
I believe there is hidden sword inside everyone,but we take so much time to find that sword to fight against the bash of time..
Dear Paulo,
Have you posted a picture of your sword anywhere online? I live on a farm in Zambia and would love to see it.
Love
Karin
THIS IS THE ONLY PHOTO YOU WILL HAVE. BUT THERE IS THE ENIGMA, AND YOU MAY GET IT
The subject below the picture is “A warrior of light is never predictable” But I am going to write that I do not have an idea about how my life will be in a week and that I hate competitions and I know from my own nature that competitions destroys all the joy and learning for me. I have not the income to leave my job to do this, even if I loose the competition. Because I would do it even if I loose, after the entire sword is not the goal. I want to go home now and cry because I don’t know how to be able to take part. Maybe it is not the time for me. I will ask my partner to participate because he loved your book “The Pilgrimage” and the book changed his life now he has lost his job and this is the perfect time for him to do this. He is also better competitor than I am.
We love you Paulo! I can not say it enough.
And the warrior of light has a lot of fun too!
Love to each warrior!
Karin
Thanks Paulo. I feel like a Warrior of light. Such a wonderful message. No regrets, just happiness for choosing the path of your life. I feel great after reading this!!!
Great sword! Is it yours?
read the rules. It may be yours
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