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I just found out from a good friend *who knows me all too well…thank you so much Jayson* that Paulo Coelho *that author I´m always quoting and promoting* just started publishing a new online article called Warrior of the Light Online.

Remember that game at the country fair where they make a castle out of plates and glasses and you toss dimes and nickels in and get prizes depending on where they land? This article tosses a silver dollar into the center piece champagne glass.

Warrior of the Light, Issue Number 4

Conversation with the Master – The Journey

During the recent move to my new apartment, I found a series of notes of my conversations with J., who belongs to the R.A.M. order, a small brotherhood devoted to the study of oral traditions and the world’s symbolic language. These notes cover our meetings from February 1982 through to 1990.

I recently asked him whether I might share parts of these texts; he agreed, and some have already been published in the first two issues of Warrior of the Light Online. I have transformed the texts into dialogue for better reading, and the words are not exactly those used by J., although the content is absolutely faithful to that which I heard.

These texts are not in exact chronological order. I decided to begin with some of our conversations from 1986, which was when he insisted I go on the Road to Santiago.

– You said that going on the Road to Santiago is important. For it, one must give up everything for some time: family, work, projects. And I don’t know whether I’ll find everything the same when I return.

– Indeed I hope you won’t.

– So should I take the risk of losing everything I have conquered up to now?

– Lose what? A man only has a soul to be won or lost; apart from his life, he has nothing. Past or future lives do not matter – at the moment you are living this one, and you should do so with silent comprehension, joy and enthusiasm. What you must not lose is your enthusiasm.

– I have a wife, whom I love.

– (laughing) That is the most common excuse, and the most foolish of all. Love has never prevented a man from following his dreams. If she truly loves you, she will want the best for you. And anyway, you do not have a woman whom you love; the woman is not yours. What is yours is the energy of love, which you aim at her. You can do that from anywhere.

– And what if I had no money for the pilgrimage?

– Traveling is not always a question of money, but of courage. You spent a great part of your life going around the world like a hippie: what money did you have then? None. You could hardly afford the tickets, and nevertheless I believe they were some of the best years of your life – eating badly, sleeping at railway stations, unable to communicate because of the language, being forced to depend on others just in order to find some shelter to spend the night.

“Traveling is sacred; mankind has traveled ever since the dawn of time, in search of hunting and grazing ground, or milder climates. Very few men manage to understand the world without leaving their home towns. When you travel – and I am not speaking of tourism, but of the solitary experience of a journey – four important things occur in your life:

a] one is in a different place, so the protective barriers no longer exist. To begin with this can be alarming, but soon one gets used to it and starts understanding how many interesting things there are beyond the walls of one’s garden.

b] since solitude can be great and oppressive, one is more open to people one would not normally exchange a single word with, back home – waiters, other travelers, hotel staff, the passenger in the next seat in the bus.

c] one starts depending on others for everything: finding a hotel, buying something, knowing how to catch the next train. One begins to realize that there is nothing wrong with depending on others – on the contrary, it is a blessing.

d] one speaks in a language one doesn’t understand, uses money whose worth one does not know, and wanders down streets for the very first time. One knows the old I, with all it learned, is completely useless in the face of these new challenges – and begins discovering that, buried deep down in one’s unconscious, there is something far more interesting, adventurous, open to the world and to new experiences.

“To travel is the experience of ceasing to be the person you are trying to be, and becoming the person you really are.”

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Call for Pizza

Let’s try uploading that picture of the divemaster house again – it really has to be seen to get a feel for the vibe around here…

It didn’t take me long to wade into the wave of island life here. I haven’t worn shoes for a week and my skin has turned shades I never knew it had the guts to bare. I’ve given up on waiting for the one shower in the Divemaster house, and have found that washing down with the boat hose a few times a day works just as swell. Every day before the morning dive, I make my way to a local shop for my daily oatmeal-banana liquado (ice, whole milk, 1 banana, oatmeal and sugar — HEAVENLY!). Yup. I’m feeling pretty local.

Finished my First Aid course this week and I’m in the process of becoming a “certified” Rescue Diver. “Are you okay? I’m emergency trained. I can help you. Someone call for pizza!” (In practice, we call for pie instead of help, to avoid mistaken cases of emergency.) I remember learning a bunch of this stuff in high school, but it’s hard to appreciate the value when you’re 16 and your buddy is slipping the dummy the tongue. Extremely valuable information that I feel SO much more comfortable having in the know. I highly recommend hittin’ pause in the tape of daily life to take the course (only a half day, $50 buck course at your local Community College). And maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll even get some tongue back.

A friend from the island was robbed and shot this week on a trip to the mainland (La Ceiba). He died yesterday. Lots of those big “value of life” questions flying through the ol’ cranial these last few days. (Another recommendation — know your blood type. Immediate knowledge of such critical information could come in real handy someday — might even save a life. So ask Mom (she always knows that stuff) or get a blood test next time you see ‘Doc, and save yourself the hassle of figuring it out on the countdown-clock of life. I’m A positive. Now I know.) Gettin’ harder and harder to keep reassuring my parents that it’s “safe” down here. But I signed the bottom of that life-contract, accepting all those risks in the fine print, in tradeoff for getting to ride the rollercoaster. I don’t have time to wait in line. And when I get to the top, my arms better be in the air.

You are missed Gal.

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 Where should Sol go next?


The Caribbean Islands of
Honduras –The cheapest and
best place *in the world?* to
get dive certification! ScubaSol!

Ecuador — Galapagos Islands,
(where it’s summer!) and a
plethora of volunteer programs
to chose from.
The Pyramid Retreat Center –
One month of intensive yoga,
meditation, fasting and
spiritual searching. Set on one
of the most beautiful lakes in
the world (surrounded by three
volcanos). Deep thoughts by
Sol.

Stay in Antigua. Tell us more
about about Juan Pedro the
spider!

Back Home. Bah all this silly
travel nonsense! *stinging
sarcasm*


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“Shooting Cupid”

So this blog comes a little early, but that’s because my lastest issue of the CC Update was so pink and love infested that I just had to bring up the question that’s been spinning ’round the sol cranial all week; Is Valentine’s Day just plain silliness and nonsense, or what?

Okay, I’m not a bitter or upset person. (In fact I’m so annoyingly happy that I sometimes wonder myself if my toothpaste has been spiked with Prozac.) And everyone knows how stoked I am with my solo status, so this rant does not stem from the fact that I haven’t someone to call “pooh-bear” on the 14th of February. (Besides, I boycotted the big V-day even when I did have boyfriends.) But this “Holiday” just makes no sense to me. Who needs a designated day to do something special for someone? And heart shaped chocolates, baby talk, stuffed animals and mass-manufactured cards with pre-composed inscriptions? *cringes* By what law is it “special” if it’s wrapped in red?

Yes…I’m decided…it’s plain silliness. So I’m boycotting V-day again this year with the same promise I make each Feb. 14th; To tell the people in my life I care about them whenever I am moved to do so, and to practice random and spontaneous acts of kindness for those I care about throughout the year…except on Valentine’s Day.

One of my favorite quotes and adopted life principles:

Follow your heart, that vitality, that life force from within. A
quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there
is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you
block it, then it shall never exist
through any other medium, and
subsequently it will be lost forever, and the world will not have it.
Follow your heart, and everything else will take care of itself.”

I don’t know the author *if you do, please tell me!*…except that it certainly wasn’t a cherub in an oversized diaper. :)

:) Stoked’To’Be’SingleSolbeam

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