On Warriorship

I’d been working on a longer blog post, musing on dreams and signs from further back this year about “spiritual warriorship” when events in the last two days have thrown everything into stark clarity:

• The term “spiritual warrior” is imperfect.
• If you’ve ever asked “am I one?” the answer’s probably yes.
• Your “weapons” are stronger than they look, and you have back-up.

It’s probably quickest for me to repost my comment that I made on this video from Angel Souls (Michelle Patterson):

We have a traditional, ages-old festival in East and Southeast Asia called the Hungry Ghost Festival–usually around August to September, and known to be a time for… more in-between souls to roam. This year’s was different; to me it dragged on and on, and there was more…acting out. (Just this full moon alone, I witnessed a violent assault right in front of me; I kept myself safe and did my part calling in reinforcements.) I was led to know these collisions of dimensions (or whatchamacallits) are “blending” into Halloween and yes, make for “exciting times” now–and yes again on the “pre-trainings” we’ve received, although I think what we’re in now is no longer a drill.

My questions and musings from the past week were all about “spiritual warriorship” for lack of a better term, and how I’ve been tired and uncomfortable around the idea of “fighting”. (We need a better term.) But you’ve confirmed it’s not about fighting–it’s about standing and holding our peace around us. And I was blessed to be shown that our “weapon” is love; and it is possible to use it quite fiercely.

I have “standing instructions” with my guides that if I have to be “hit over the head with important messages”, do it. Dreams have been our clearest medium–and of course it is, telepathy in the astral is clear as a bell. But the compact, multi-layered symbolism of simple dreams can be just as clear.

Last night, another  guide whose eyes shone with love offered his hand. Upon my grasp, he led me running up a hill in the night, whereupon the man shifted into a white lion, tackled me onto a grassy ledge and gave me a lovely, leonine cuddle.

I had surrendered utterly to the tackle and was rewarded; and know some levels/meanings of this will take more time to reveal. (The white lion is an extremely loaded symbol!)

But if I’d been wondering since Friday if I could “give up” my role of “warrior”; the answer seemed to be a clear NO. But they have shown me other ways to “fight”, pointing to this dream, the lucid dream with an ascended master , and the long post I was still working on.

Sappy as it sounds (and I have the tendency to resist sappy), the answer is love, and there is none fiercer and brighter and more encompassing than that which can look at anyone, anything, and anywhere with love, and love it: warts, contrasting choices, past mistakes, differences, and all.

We cannot take on other people’s shit. We cannot make their choices for them. We cannot see them as victims or conquerers. We co-exist if we must. If we “must” overwhelm, we do it with what they do not understand yet–love, and it does not matter if it’s our own, or from another ascended being, or from Source. We hold it. The less we hold of anything else–thought, judgement, shoulds, fear, past, future–the less love we hold. There is only now, and  love.

Of course it’s simple, even though it may not be easy. But it is what to do.

If life has been as crazy for you as  it has for me recently, I hope this message (from me and many others) helps.