The Warriors Deaths

We all have a pattern that repeats over all of our lifes.

The first experience in this land that comes to mind is the one where I was a Templar,
soldier of God. We were educated to be skilled and tireless fighters, faithful and fair, but in
seeking the kingdom of heavens, we were tricked. They told us we would be forgiven for our
sins if we perpetrated them in the name of our leaders.
I carry them to today.
From initiate I became a general, commanding my comrades to the fields of perdition
and blood. Mercilessly, Id spread death among men. Id think:
I only obey orders.
War has no mercy.
Thus, on my mind I would state my sword established the Will of God; in my heart, I
knew I performed only the will of men.
The lady of death took me from the field I built my reputation, by the hands of my
enemy.
I left my beloved in white crying at the porch of our home as she watched my horse
coming back by its own through the fields of the next summer, carrying the news of my bitter
end. I promised marrying her as soon as I returned from battle. I took centuries to fulfill my
oath.
The murders, the nameless cruelties, the orders, it was all thrown over my backs.
Fifteen years of payment for my debts with the Divine Laws were not enough to pay them.
Therefore, I returned to Earth once more. I had no love or family, thereby I gladly faced
the battlefield, serving the Allies I killed and have been killed at the World War II.
Then, I started to understand my function in this world. I am the warrior, I must
sacrifice myself only for the great causes. However, such mission took me completely.
I let myself be led by the influence of the cruel shadows, whose only goal was to see me
fail. Alien thoughts took my mind while the darkness covered me and dragged my body and
soul to the border of the pit.
After I rose from another field, a new end, I became what shadows made me.
Id order women to sell their bodies, tricked them all as others have done to me. During
this time of my immortal life, I destroyed everything Ive built on previous times. It was a fall
that took me to the pits bottom. Finding the beautiful soul which I owed all my debts made me
rise and go back climbing.

It was her, my beloved bride from another time, promised to me ages ago. She didnt
fully recognized me, neither did I, though we had finally found each other. The doubtless lack of
the other made us approach as opposite poles.
So, when I found myself in the dark lands of the underworld, the will to see the light
once again gave me strength to fight and deserve my rescue. I found myself by her side, who
took me with a smile, for she finally remembered our story.
From that moment on the climb to the top flowed better and better. Ive returned, a short
time ago, to live a different life. Im a warrior of modern days, a soldier looking for redemption,
a gladiator a few meters from his goal.
I can see the light now, that one at the top of the cliff, it shines full of hope and love.
With it I see everything Ive ever loved. It gives me strength to go on anxiously and quickly; I
dont want to fail. Even if I step on the wrong stone and miss a few inches, I do not feel
despondent. The climb is long, but not impossible.
I will be there: the real Utopia, Valhala, Olimpus, Paradise. I sit by the side of the Gods
and taste their nectar of knowledge, the one that disarray the wisest of men.
At the beginning, they told me the truth:
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Initiate, there is no such thing as death.