Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.
-Malcolm Wallace, Braveheart
The journey of a few days lasted what would seem to be several months; for the adventure into the fabric of my being-- of my deepest core-- is one filled with awe, treachery, and freedom. The Council at Hunt had adjourned and the test of any hero would lie within the challenges that he faces in the throngs of battle whether they be relational, vocational, or spiritual.
The journey through the Braveheart Intensive was not in and of itself a destination but a time of re-purposing for the road ahead... and the road ahead contains dangers and glory to be discovered. It is in the risk that adventure is conceived and it is in the conflict that peace is born. The mettle of any hero is won or lost not in the avoidance of struggle and combat but in engaging the confrontation with honor and humility seeking to bring evil to justice while administering grace and mercy even to his enemies.
But was I equipped enough for the arduous engagement with an unseen, unrelenting Enemy? The sleepless eyes of my Enemy lurk and hunt for moments of weakness with weapons of lies and deception, with half-truths and well-crafted arguments; all the while masquerading as that which is admirable and gratifying.
A vision. An imaginative prayer. A powerful glimpse into who I may become on this path of living by my true name and to my Divine mission.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends...
I sat silent with my comrades, relaxing as I listened to the wind caress the trees with a sensual whimsy causing an arousal of leaves and branches like a soft applause or a gentle rain. My chest rising and falling to the rhythm of God's creation. The birds, aloft on the breeze, flitted to and fro behind me like lovers dancing to the sway of a symphony while the sun kissed my neck with spouses lips gently pressing her love onto my skin, warm and luxurious.
My mind now fixed on Him; my heart steadfast on the Spirit of Yahweh waiting for Him to rouse my mind's eye.
A glimpse. A vision. A Divine daydream.
A large, open field of golden Elysium lay stretched out before me like the hair of a lover cascades across her pillow and the air sweetened by Spring's flowers and Autumn's maple sugar. I stood silent soaking in the panoramic view as I was captivated by the rolling green hills and purple, snow capped mountains. The forest stood at a distance majestic and proud in stature, dark, yet alluring to the adventurer's heart.
A man. A warrior appears in the distance; walking from the forest toward me. At first, I am surprised and startled with a fear much akin to reverence. As he treks through the field toward me, I begin to notice the detail of this battle-worn hero.
He is strong, confident, and humble; clothed in a brown, jedi-like outer robe resembling Qui Gon Jinn. His armor peeked through his cloak giving glimpses of war-torn futuristic breastplate, grieves, and a sword. But this was not just any sword.
He nears; standing before me and staring into me, he was intensely focused with brilliantly-fiery, deep-blue eyes. His face was familiar like that of a reflection in a mirror yet older, wiser. He beheld me standing before him and smiled, smirked like a father proud of his son; he then extended a gesture of a forearm grip greeting in lieu of a handshake and pulled me in close for a tender embrace-- lovingly, steadfast. We held one another and paused. As he re-established his stance, He smiled at me and re-engaged our gaze with his hands firmly planted on my shoulders gently. With a hardy and compassionate voice, he implores me, "Fight; never give up."
With all my focus attentive to his every move, he lowered his right hand to rest on the hilt of his sword then, with one swift, dignified movement, he drew his sword from it's sheath. Brilliant with a bluish, fiery luminescence-- glowing like the sun as if forged from a lightening bolt-- he held it before me on his open hands, admiring it's workmanship while reminiscing of it's glory in battle. With admiration and honor, he extended his hands toward me in a ceremonious fashion offering me this magnificent blade and, with deep conviction, he encouraged me, "Here, this is for the journey ahead." The radiance and grandeur of this transcendent blade was now bestowed to me as it's rightful steward.
Upon returning from my Divinely inspired daydream, my heart soared with delight as I knew that I was now bestowed not only the Spirit name, values, and mission that would guide me on the journey ahead but the tools with which to live out a life fully alive and free.
I left the Council of Hunt a hero and king in alliance with and in allegiance to my Lord and King, Jesus. The journey to free begins...
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composed by
dave
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