Written in the beginning of September, 2001, The Warrior Of The Light was a series of short prose pieces that were both creatively and spiritually satisfying to write.
Part One: Warrior Of The Light
I Had a dream once. It was about a man in a white robe. He was tall, dark and had a sword at his side.
He spoke to me with a voice so gentle that it made me want to listen even though I was afraid.
He said, “Listen. It’s Time.”
For some reason I got up and started to walk with him. He held my hand tightly. It was dark. We were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but barren land around us, land that had seen too much pain and suffering to recover. For some reason it was different. It had hope.
“Why?” I asked.
“Ask Thy Soul Child.”
“But I did.”
“And What did it say?”
“It didn’t reply sir.”
I saw a spec into the distance.
“What is it?”
“Your soul”
“What? How could that be? I should have it he-“
I looked at my chest. There was an emptiness where my soul once existed.
“How?”
“How is not the question child. The question is why.”
“Well then why?”
“Sadly” He said. “That’s for me to know and for You to find out.”
“Well then. I guess I better start searching.” I was smiling. For some reason, I still don’t know why.
“Goodbye.” He said.
“Wait! Who Are You?”
“Me? I’m A Warrior Of The Light.”
“Well Then Why Is It Dark Here?”
“So That You May Find Your Soul Child.”
I Smiled. He Smiled. I Went Towards My Soul. He Flew Up Towards The Light.
I never woke up from that dream. I relive it every day. Searching for my soul, waiting for the Warrior to return. I hope he comes soon.
Part One: Warrior Of The Light
I Had a dream once. It was about a man in a white robe. He was tall, dark and had a sword at his side.
He spoke to me with a voice so gentle that it made me want to listen even though I was afraid.
He said, “Listen. It’s Time.”
For some reason I got up and started to walk with him. He held my hand tightly. It was dark. We were in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but barren land around us, land that had seen too much pain and suffering to recover. For some reason it was different. It had hope.
“Why?” I asked.
“Ask Thy Soul Child.”
“But I did.”
“And What did it say?”
“It didn’t reply sir.”
I saw a spec into the distance.
“What is it?”
“Your soul”
“What? How could that be? I should have it he-“
I looked at my chest. There was an emptiness where my soul once existed.
“How?”
“How is not the question child. The question is why.”
“Well then why?”
“Sadly” He said. “That’s for me to know and for You to find out.”
“Well then. I guess I better start searching.” I was smiling. For some reason, I still don’t know why.
“Goodbye.” He said.
“Wait! Who Are You?”
“Me? I’m A Warrior Of The Light.”
“Well Then Why Is It Dark Here?”
“So That You May Find Your Soul Child.”
I Smiled. He Smiled. I Went Towards My Soul. He Flew Up Towards The Light.
I never woke up from that dream. I relive it every day. Searching for my soul, waiting for the Warrior to return. I hope he comes soon.
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