The Air Of A Warrior.

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I was not raised in a tradition of a warrior, but because of things which happened to me in life, I learned very early that there was a spiritworld, a realm of dreaming that was real. I was very sick as a kid, having strep- throat and pneumonia, and during terrible fevers I was thrown into dreams of being stranded on a rowboat in an ocean that was seething with black crabs as far as the eye could see. I know now I was battling against the microscopic world, for as the years past, and I got stronger, my boat became an island, and I was able to hunt the microbes down individually. Eventually I killed them all off, and was never sick with strep again. It took years, and not without its dangers. This may not seem the beginning of a warriors life, but there was a time that I nearly died, and I left my body. I was ten years old, and before that I had never known the energy of my body, or the mystery of the other world. I only know that when I regained my strength something inside me had changed. I knew I was different somehow,--I saw things--saw inside things--humans, animals, plants. I senced things about situations, and knew what would happen next. Many times I tried to explain how I knew, and I would be laughed at, or ignored. I learned to keep the other world to myself, but it had a way of sneaking up on me, and of overwhelming the ordinary life I was living. I was just a kid, but I found myself living in a world that was half dream, half everyday.
It wasn't until I was older, in my early twenties that I experienced something that would make me realize that my energy body had been forever changed, and my perception of life no longer valid as I had learned to understand it. Not to go in to detail, but it was after this experience that I chanced to read Tales of Power, and understood for the first time that I had STOPPED THE WORLD. I can't tell you how, or why, but it happened. Nothing can prepare you for that moment--maybe everything leading up to it will make sence later on, but when it happened to me, I realized who I was, what my energy was, what it was ment for.
I guess I have learned the hard way about many things in life.
I have made my share of mistakes. I'm no saint, no monk, no leader of men, no healer. In my way I've tried to make peace with the energy, to keep it safe, to keep it alive and directed towards the good, but deep down I know its potential is powerful, and I know I may never know why ME. Only today in the hills I felt the energy reaching out beyond me, and could only honor it in some simple way--by remembering the ancestors, the dreamers, the spirits of life. I returned to the city once again, wondering if I would have the heart to live in both worlds.