Honouring the Warrior Within

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Joan of Arc by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1882)

If we are here to Love, then what can be the purpose of Hate? If we are born of Peace, then how did we inherit a world of War? If we are ultimately One, then how can we possibly call one another Enemy? If we are the work of our Creator, then why do we live to kill and to die?

On this day, when we honour those who have died in the role of Warrior, we are asked not to forget their suffering, their loss. We fear that if such memory were to fade, we would return blindly to the horror, never having learned the lesson. Unable to grow into love, we would inevitably fall from grace, the eternal wheel of ignorance catching us and dragging us into hell realms once more.

We also feel in our hearts that to remember is to honour, and to honour is to respect those who have lived by a code of sacrifice. To dishonour would be to desecrate their deaths, to steal meaning from their loss.

The Lover may say, what does it mean to fight for peace? How can we kill to save, how does death and suffering achieve freedom and life? The Warrior may say, if we stand by, helpless, that which we love is lost. How can we live free, without the courage to resist those who would imprison and do harm, especially to the innocents by our side?

In the film, Hacksaw Ridge, we witness the story of Desmond Doss, a pacifist combat medic in World War II. This is a man who suffered as a child, and his pain guided him to honour the fight in a different way. He chose to enter battle, but without weapons. To stand in the midst of war, but without defence.

One of the greatest gifts of awareness as it comes to us, through the ravages of life or the travels of our prayers and dreams, is the meaning which begins to make sense of our world, like colour from a brush soaking into dry and empty paper. In this new knowing we discover that nothing is outside of purpose. There is nothing that does not take us where we are meant to go.

It is in fact the brutality of Desmond Doss’ life which led him toward passionate pacifism. It is truly the darkest of our days which leads us to understand the light. But the question remains, must we always remember tragedy, to keep its meaning alive? Or does there come a time when we are free to forget, to turn our attention to the new way of being we have chosen to create.

When we learn to understand that our suffering is always guiding us, and that the cycles of its expression are organic to our expanding hearts, perhaps we have a new way of honouring the pain of those who came before. Rather than holding onto loss, we may elevate it as a story of profound learning, a story which begs to speak to us only until the teaching is heard. And then we make a new kind of promise, to live in a revealed consciousness, one which may never be undone, and the soul memory has completed its work.

The Warriors within us become messengers of a courage beyond the battle for life and death, as we learn to stand strong in our inner worlds, making magic from a place of comprehensive Love. From here we may embrace every side of the battle, knowing that as we all have taken up arms, we all may choose to lay them down to rest. We are ready to honour the Warriors and the Lovers too, as we are aware that the only truth is the impulse to act in love, and this expresses as many ways as there are sinners and disciples, angels and daemons, destroyers and saviours within us all.

Thank you to those who have acted out of Love, those who fought and died, and those who stayed home to tend the fires and feed the babies in peace. Thank you to those who discovered Hell in the name of their own hope, and thank you to those who walked away and would not touch a weapon ever again.

What we know above all, what has been told to us by the most exalted whispers in our ears, is that the willingness to witness our own stories of battle and see them as teachings of a larger vision, leads us to the permission to never again enact the game of war. When the lesson is learned, finally and truly embodied, the teacher may go home.

Dear Lovers of love, Warriors of honour, Mothers and Fathers of peace, we love you now, and we always will. We witness everything and remember its meaning, and we thank you for your eternal, courageous hearts. All is beautiful in our eyes, for you have taught us well.

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