... A Warrior Could Not

Think About It: What Weakens Us Is Feeling Offended By The Deeds And Misdeeds Of Our Fellow Men. Our Self-importance Requires That We Spend Most Of Our Lives Offended By Someone.

My Benefactor Said That When A Man Embarks On The Paths Of Sorcery He Becomes Aware, In A Gradual Manner, That Ordinary Life Has Been Forever Left Behind; That Knowledge Is Indeed A Frightening Affair; That The Means Of The Ordinary World Are No Longer A Buffer For Him; And That He Must Adopt A New Way Of Life If He Is Going To Survive. The First Thing He Ought To Do, At That Point, Is To Want To Become A Warrior.

Nothing Can Temper The Spirit Of A Warrior As Much As The Challenge Of Dealing With Impossible People In Positions Of Power. Only Under Those Conditions Can Warriors Acquire The Sobriety And Serenity To Withstand The Pressure Of The Unknowable.

There Is A Flaw With Words, They Always Force Us To Feel Enlightened, But When We Turn Around To Face The World They Always Fail Us And We End Up Facing The World As We Always Have, Without Enlightenment

My Benefactor Told Me That My Father And Mother Had Lived And Died Just To Have Me, And That Their Own Parents Had Done The Same For Them. He Said That Warriors Were Different In That They Shift Their Assemblage Points Enough To Realize The Tremendous Price That Has Been Paid For Their Lives. This Shift Gives Them The Respect And Awe That Their Parents Never Felt For Life In General, Or For Being Alive In Particular.