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The Warrior of the Light has learned that it is best to follow the light.
He has behaved treacherously, he has lied, he has strayed from the path, he has courted darkness and everything was fine, as if nothing had happened.
Then an abyss suddenly opens up. One can take a thousand steps in safety, but a single step too many can put an end to everything. The Warrior stops before he destroys himself.
When he makes that decision, he hears four comments: “You always do the wrong thing. You’re too old to change. You’re no good. You don’t deserve it.”
He looks up at the sky. And a voice says: “My dear, everyone makes mistakes. You’re forgiven, but I cannot force that forgiveness on you. It’s your choice.”
The true Warrior of the Light accepts that forgiveness.
The Warrior of the Light is always trying to improve.
Every blow of his sword carries with it centuries of wisdom and meditation. Every blow needs to have the strength and skill of all the Warriors of the past who, even today, continue to bless the struggle. Each movement during combat honors the movements that the previous generations tried to transmit through the Tradition.
The Warrior develops the beauty of his blows.
A Warrior of the Light is reliable.
He makes a few mistakes, he sometimes thinks he is more important than he really is, but he does not lie.
When people gather around the fire, he talks to his friends, male and female. He knows that his words are stored in the memory of the Universe, like a testimony of what he thinks.
The Warrior asks himself: “Why do I talk so much, when often I am incapable of carrying out everything I say?”
His heart replies: “When you defend your ideas in public, you then have to make an effort to live accordingly.”
It is because he believes that he is what he says he is that the Warrior ends up becoming precisely that.
The Warrior knows that there are occasional pauses in the struggle.
There is no point in forcing things; he must have patience and wait for the two sides to clash again. In the silence of the battlefield, he listens to his heart beating.
He notices that he is tense and afraid.
The Warrior takes stock of his life; he makes sure that his sword is sharp, his heart satisfied, that faith still burns in his soul. He knows that maintenance is as important as action.
There is always something not quite right. And the Warrior takes advantage of those moments when time stops to equip himself better.
A Warrior knows that an angel and a devil are both competing for his sword hand.
The devil says: “You will weaken. You will not know exactly when. You are afraid.” The angel says: “You will weaken. You will not know exactly when. You are afraid.”
The Warrior is surprised. Both the angel and the devil have said the same thing.
The devil continues: “Let me help you.” And the angel says: “I will help you.”
At that moment, the Warrior understands the difference. The words may be the same, but these two allies are completely different.
And he chooses the angel’s hand.
Whenever the Warrior draws his sword, he uses it.
It can be used to clear a path, to help someone, to fend off danger, but a sword is a capricious thing and does not like to see its blade exposed for no reason.
That is why the Warrior never makes threats. He can attack, defend himself or flee; all of these attitudes form part of combat. It is not, however, part of combat to diminish the force of a blow by talking about it.
A Warrior of the Light is always alert to the movements of his sword. But he never forgets that the sword is watching his every move as well.
