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The Warrior within

The Warrior within

Yesterday’s battle was tricky, but suprising.

Yesterday I had a battle, an all too familiar battle that started in the morning. I seem to have the upper hand in the battle during the daylight hours, but as the night slowly crept in, I felt my strength weakening.  I knew this meant I would have to do some serious praying, but I felt myself making old moves that I knew would not work against my opponent, I knew they  didn’t work because they never worked in the past.

The night set in and the cold wind covered my skin.  I tried to prepare for rest, but my heart remained restless, and my mind would not quiet down. I knew that it was a sign that I shouldn’t put my defenses down, but I was tired so I ignored my mind and heart.  Then I was hit, I was hit hard and I felt myself falling down and splashing into the water! I thought maybe I should call an ally, maybe he could give me words of comfort, or maybe read some inspirational words, but none of those could help me as I splashed around in my sea of tears. I panicked as I kept splashing and going under. Then I kept getting a vision of the two floatation devices that I always kept on me; my pen that was my paddle and paper that was my boat.

I knew they would help me get thru the night, but the thought of writing my feelings down seemed like it would take so much energy, and time, but I couldn’t stand the thought of this repetitive act, of me always falling into the same abyss and waiting to be saved by someone.

I pulled out my floatation devices and started writing my feelings out.  I woke up this morning and saw the sun and smiled.

 

This morning after reading the post and the comments on Paulo Coelho’s blog Another wrong stepit makes me think about his quote

“The Warrior of Light knows that no man is an island.”
(Manual of the Warrior of Light)

Yesterday there were many WOL out on the field together fighting The Good Fight!

 

Could I possibly be the Alchemist of my Life

Could I possibly be the Alchemist of my Life

Cafe Andalusia

A cute Cafe in Casablanca
Cafe Andalusia

The Police pulled over MB and I was a little nervous until I looked up and saw this and it reminded me why I came to Morocco ♥

The book the Alchemist by Paulo Coelho that awakened a dream that was asleep inside of me. This book reminded me that I have a path to walk and dreams to dream to turn into reality.

“Is man designed to follow destiny
where for fate brings end and end brings fate,
Or is life but a test of chivalry
And so hence the path comes man hopes is straight.
A proof of faith and test of character,
Far away in a land of sand and dune,
Where trials are trying and fate unsure,
His comrades − the sun, the wind and the moon.
He must follow his dreams and leave his land,
to a place far, far from the eastern sea,
For this is what life and path hath planned,
Forever from time to eternity.
His quest is long and involves prodigious

Andalusia, and the Alchemist.”

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Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months passed and I thank you for keeping me!

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months passed and I thank you for keeping me!
2009 was a battle for me. My faith was tested my character was tested I was living a lie that had gone on too long, my spirituality wasn’t moving anywhere, and plummeting to the deep grounds. I was bitten and poisoned by something that weakened my spirit I started to loose faith in my faith. I found myself tired of life,  I  I realized that nothing absolutely nothing was stimulating to me. I didn’t see the joy in life, I no longer saw the beauty that a single flower possessed or felt the joy that came from the laughter of a small child. I knew something had to change but I didn’t know what or how.
I was out on a boat in the ruff sea sinking slowly, my cries were muffled by the roars of the storm i couldn’t hear my own cries.  My vision was blurred bythe heavy rains pouring down.  I felt like I wanted to just jump off the boat and give into the raging storm, but there was something inside of me that was very small that wasn’t ready to give up, every time   that little something would keep me inside that boat and tell me that we would soon find shore even though I no longer had paddles to row myself in any unknown direction, that little part of me said just hold on.  Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,  and months passed but the stormed didn’t pass and the  little light inside of me kept on shining. It kept on glowing like a beacon in a light house.
One night I fell asleep and dreamed Iwas on a plane flying high in the sky on my way home. I was looking out the window of the plane talking to God.
Dear God I know things must change inside of me and I don’t want to keep on living like this, bring me closer to you, take my spirituality higher, I know this is not how you want me to live in a stagnant life with lies that kill and this is surely not how I want to live. I’m asking for your help. I am willing to let go of everything and anything just change me fix my spirit make me brand new, because what really matters is doing your will. So if you must take all from me  I am willing to walk this path and do your will.
I woke up out of the dream on the plane and found myself washed up to shore on an island. The sun was shining so bright it was hard for me to see it was like I was being blinded by a bright sunbeam. I crawled farther into land my legs and arms were weak and my mouth was dry. I lied on my back and said Thank you Lord for saving me from the raging sea. The dream of the airplane flight seemed so real to me. I was starting to think I survived a plane crash, but the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months out in sea was very real as well, I was just thankful to see the sun again and feel myself safe on shore. I got up and walked around the island, looked for life other than myself. I was surprised to find life all around me. Sea shells moving along the beach with little crabs living inside, birds flying high in the sky,  green trees swaying in the wind, flowers of every color blooming inland. Fresh streams of water, and beautiful water falls pouring off mountain tops.Everything was alive and beautiful.
I was alone but not alone. God spoke to me in many ways and languages through every living thing on the island.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months went by. It took me a while to get use to solitude, it was like rehab, cold nights, nights of fear, nights of nothing but silence, nights of questions and no answers. Days of walking along the beach, exploring the jungle, and swimming in the big blue sea.  These nights and days started to turn into long conversations with God. Nights of dancing along the beach singing and laughing, cooking and eating with Lord,  if someone had saw me they would have thought I went mad, but,I wasn’t crazy, I was filled with joy the joy of the Lord. There where times I found myself in deep prayer on my knees giving thanks to Jesus, sometimes I could see his feet standing before me.
I took notice how my mind, body and spirit was transforming. I would sometimes go to the spring and stare into it to see my reflection, I loved what I saw, I looked brand new, the glow of the river made it seem like I was glowing all over, One day I even heard the spring say to me that it also liked what it saw when it stared into my eyes to see its reflection and the glow from my eyes made it look like the stream itself  was glowing with a beautiful light. This made me smile.
I was enjoying my new found relationship with God and the lessons he was teaching to me. One day a big boat passed by my first thoughts was swim out to it,  yell for it, or set a fire for the boat to see. Then I decided not to do anything. I didn’t want to leave my new home everything was peaceful and calm, I didn’t want it to be disturbed by the temptations and troubles that were out there. So I sat there on the beach and watched the boat pass. I was afraid of going back to the same.
That night God came to me and asked me “Why did you let the boat pass”? I told God I was perfectly comfortable in my new home and didn’t want to return.  I didn’t want to return to the old me.
God said to me “Its time for you to take the lessons that I taught you and venture out from this  small island and put them to test, challenge yourself, grow, find life and light not just in the animals, crabs, trees, flowers and stream of water here on this island  but look for the small miracles that are waiting to be seen in everyday living,  find the light in other people eyes and feel free to show them your light. By doing this  you will see their light and many other hidden lights mysteriously appear. My light shines in all! Sometimes it just takes for one person to let their light shine so let your light shine for that boat to see you and get on it.
God: Take a look up there in the sky what do you see?
I stared hard into the night sky and I spotteda small star shining.
Me: I see a small star up there
God: Relax your eyes and scan the sky.
As I relaxed and looked at the big dark blue sky I started to see stars pop out of no where. Soon the entire sky was filled with bright shining lights.
Me: Wow the entire sky is filled with stars.
I stood up and looked out at the ocean and saw another ship sailing in the night. I ran to my fire and fed it with more branches and leaves and made it bigger and brighter so the ship could see my fire.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months passed.
I stepped off the boat and found my family waiting on shore for me with open arms, smiling faces, and bright eyes.
I knew then that it is true that the soul needs to be tested it needs change and challenges…  I was deep in the ocean sailing no where, then high in the sky soaring with the birds, later planted on an island in solitude, then surrounded by many people with a bright gleams of light in their eyes singing Praise to the Lord for he is so worthy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months passed. My faith was tested in these times,  2009 was a blessing in trials and tribulations and I proudly enter 2010 the Holy year and give praises and thanks to the Carpenter who has made me, broke me, molded me, and fixed me.

I celebrate Christmas because it is you Jesus the heavenly gift that was sent down to earth who I have found salvation through. I thank you and I love you.

Reunika Marie Parham  AKA Bright Light Warrior Nika

Merry Christmas all and Happy New Year 2010 (Holy Year)

Manual of the warior of light

Manual of the Warior of light By Paulo Coelho

“Warriors of the light always have a certain gleam in their eyes.

They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals. They are often cowardly. They do not always make the right decisions.

They suffer over the most trivial things, they have mean thoughts and sometimes  believe they are incapable of growing. They frequently deem themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle.

They are not always quite sure what they are doing here. They spend many sleepless nights, believeing that their lives have no meaning.

That is why they are warriors of  light. Because they make mistakes. Because they ask themselves questions. Because they are looking for a reason-and are sure to find it.

conversations between the heart and mind.

conversations between the heart and mind.
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Recent Conversation between the heart and mind

Heart: So I’ve been getting this strong feeling that its time that I open up some more to possibilities, be more open.

Mind: Damn, I thought you were already wide open?

Heart: Nope not even close why would you think this?

Mind: Well, prior experiences and adventures that you have taken us on, I was thinking there couldn’t possibly be any more.

Heart: Well, I got this feeling that it is about time for us to start exploring new grounds.

Mind: You know you can get hurt exploring new grounds its dangerous out there, are you not afraid haven’t  you learned your lesson from past experiences?

Heart: I’m not afraid of getting hurt, didn’t you notice that I always heal like brand new or we always receive beautiful blessings when we go on our adventures.

Mind: Yeah, but at the same time you make me work overtime when you decide to get out there on these crazy safaris that sometimes leave you hurt, and if you haven’t noticed when you hurt I hurt. Plus I don’t like to see you in pain its just get me tired and drain also.

Heart: Well what are you for? Do you want to be a useless mind? I’ve got to get you to thinking, learning new things, being exposed to more stuff broaden your outlook? You complain, but I know you enjoy the excitement.

Mind: Well my dear heart, all i’m trying to say is that when you hurt I feel your pain and sometimes I can’t find a solution to everything then all we can rely on is time and time can take some time.

Heart: Well my dear beautiful mind, this is life and Time is our friend don’t forget time is on our side and always comes through maybe not when we want it but it’s always on time in some mysterious way. So if time does have to be a remedy in any kind of way to us let us be thankful for its generosity.

Mind: Ok with that said I’m ready whenever you are just let me know of your moves so we can work together on this next adventure. Please can you do this for me.

Heart: I will try, you know how excited and passionate I get when the blood starts to race through me.

to be continued…

Any Suggestions?

Any Suggestions?

Just finished Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire a novel by Margot Berwin!!! If your not afraid of love, adventure, magic, sex, fortune, a little puff puff the magic dragon, works of shamans, the stare of a black panthers, lavishing in lots of greenery, and bathing in high energy of passion I highly recommend that you read this book short enough to read in one sitting, but it will leave you wanting more!!!

Margot’s main character is so real you feel like she is either you, your best friend, sister, next door neighbor, her character makes blush, want to slap her, want to be her, hug her, dislike her, she is as real as any New Yorker can get.
Author Margot Berwin takes you from the streets of New York running into the sweating Jungle of the Yucatan.

With that said after finishing reading Margot Berwin novel I’m not sure what to read next any suggestions?