The Warrior Priest Podcast

“Ours is not an age that wants heroes. Ours is an age of envy, in which laziness and self-involvement are the rule. Anyone who tries to shine, who dares to stand above the crowd, is dragged down by his lackluster and self-appointed “peers”.” - Robert Moore & Douglas Gillette, "King, Warrior, Magician, Lover" https://academyofideas.com/2020/06/how-to-be-a-hero-psychology-of-heroism/

Emotions have the power to set us in motion, often to our detriment, but it doesn't have to be that way. We can choose to control our emotions, rather than allowing our emotions to control us.

How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight? - Tyler Durden  https://www.muaythaischolar.com/too-old-to-fight/

In a battle, you meet many versions of yourself, some old some new. - Johnny B.A.N.G. Reilly

Learn more about the tragic story of August Landmesser, the man who refused to salute Hitler. Link: https://allthatsinteresting.com/august-landmesser

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night

January 22, 2020 TODAY MY GRATITUDE HAS PUSHED THROUGH MY FEARS Today my gratitude has pushed through my fears, as a severely abused child fear of cruelty and threat to life is expected when life gets a little peaceful.  My abusers were narcissist and these deformed people are never at peace and hate to see another in this elusive state they never seem to be able to attain.  The jealousy drives them to disturb those immersed in the gratitude state, those emotionally crippled by thought insignificance scream at the constant insulting consciousness that taunts them, they are in perpetual agitation and grind their teeth psychologically with rage at their incarceration with no release date in sight. My first abuser would attack me and beat me out of my enjoyment of enjoying my presence of being gifted to be alive and in balance with my balanced and well put together anatomy, grooming my mind.  Always when the bruises calmed down their fire and lumps would shrink and lose their presence to my touch, would i hear her breath quicken with words of complaint for some small thing i over looked to keep tidy.  The next thing i knew is the room would change its angles, i would see lights and things would smudge as if what was a painting is now vandalised, my eyes stopped working and then there was a familiar smell of my own blood.  This bomb site i called my life, and it always happened when i was quiet. FEAR was my soundtrack that did not let the better tuned emotions become my music.  This emotion that made my muscles twitch, my jaw flex, and my fists clench, always kidnapped me when things were quiet, as soon as i acknowledged peace, anticipation of what usually happened next snapped me back into the paranoia that something painful was going to happen.  Sometimes i would make it happen so i would not be surprised, but since the age of eight i have strived to enjoy a little peace and today at 55, my work is paying off.  Gratitude pushes through all my bodies muscle memories and i feel all of me relax and give thanks, i give thanks for my muffling of angst. https://johnnybangreilly.com/blogs/news/today-my-gratitude-has-pushed-through-my-fears

We're not broken because we survived. We kept getting up. We hoped in the face of horror so that now we don't fear failure. We're challenged by it to grow.

So before you jump to a conclusion and align with a side, take a step back. Put yourself in someone else’s shoes, think about these situations happening to you or someone that you love and care for. At the very least, it should give you a more balanced perspective on most situations. Love, compassion and understanding will free us all. https://thesoulassassin.com/blog/perspective

Whether we’re striving for a new job, more meaningful relationships, or personal enlightenment, we need to actively want something more in order to live well. In fact, neuroscience shows that the act of seeking itself, rather than the goals we realize, is key to satisfaction. - Olivia Goldhill