It has been brought up more than once by a fellow warrior friend that my heart surgery chest scar is a reminder of a previous life time when I was split open by a sword on a battlefield. It rings true. Except this time I survived.
To me this explains why a sweet little Christian small town Georgia boy felt a compulsion to join the Marines and Marine recruiters appeared at the door at the exact opportune time (his mother and four siblings were elsewhere) for him to join (with the spontaneously arising caveat that they send him to Japan). This explains why on Okinawa I added to my Marine combat training the killing and severely injuring methods taught by Tatsuo Shimabuku, founder of Isshinryu ("One HeartMind") Karate. I was continuing my karmic unfolding as a warrior. Except this time I turned it to peaceful means (teaching the application of martial art principles to daily life). I must have learned a little something from that first chest split.
What am I learning this time before I take the big dive into the beyond? I certainly have not learned evasion. I continue to face life directly. So that is not it. I think it is my attitude that has changed, is changing. The practice is "face and deal but with no harm to you while (hopefully) allowing no harm to me." I seem to need more practice in the latter.
My heart is telling me that I still have a certain amount of belligerence. Part of me still rises up ready to smite. Lovely word, smite. Old Testament in flavor. As my Mama used to say "Sometimes, if I were God, I would reach right down and pinch their little heads off." I understood exactly what she meant. Of course, our little heads would be pinched off too, but neither of us thought about that at the belligerent moment.
Help me to continue to be straightforward but while doing no harm and the healing of this heart continues. Amen.
To me this explains why a sweet little Christian small town Georgia boy felt a compulsion to join the Marines and Marine recruiters appeared at the door at the exact opportune time (his mother and four siblings were elsewhere) for him to join (with the spontaneously arising caveat that they send him to Japan). This explains why on Okinawa I added to my Marine combat training the killing and severely injuring methods taught by Tatsuo Shimabuku, founder of Isshinryu ("One HeartMind") Karate. I was continuing my karmic unfolding as a warrior. Except this time I turned it to peaceful means (teaching the application of martial art principles to daily life). I must have learned a little something from that first chest split.
What am I learning this time before I take the big dive into the beyond? I certainly have not learned evasion. I continue to face life directly. So that is not it. I think it is my attitude that has changed, is changing. The practice is "face and deal but with no harm to you while (hopefully) allowing no harm to me." I seem to need more practice in the latter.
My heart is telling me that I still have a certain amount of belligerence. Part of me still rises up ready to smite. Lovely word, smite. Old Testament in flavor. As my Mama used to say "Sometimes, if I were God, I would reach right down and pinch their little heads off." I understood exactly what she meant. Of course, our little heads would be pinched off too, but neither of us thought about that at the belligerent moment.
Help me to continue to be straightforward but while doing no harm and the healing of this heart continues. Amen.
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