The Bitter Glory of Battle. A Prayer of Release

Please now open, O God, my own heart and my soul.

I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, the fascination of my soul and its avatars with knightly glory, my fascination with the clash of weapons.

I completely forgave my Soul and its avatars for all the bitter knightly glory they once achieved on battlefields throughout the world.

I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all my own and my soul’s intentions, habits, and needs to experience knightly glory and soldiers’ recognition.

I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all monuments of knightly glory that were built in honor of the military avatars of my little soul, both those who fell and those who survived. I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, the trance of fascination with knightly monuments and knightly splendor. I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, the entire trance of fascination with the successes of knightly arms and with all their consequences. I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all my own and my soul’s missions, trances, and vows concerning the experience of knightly glory and soldiers’ recognition. I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all negative consequences of all my successes achieved through knightly arms. I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all blockages in my own little heart and in my energies originating from wars and knightly battles.

I surrendered to You, God, Giver of Life, all my own and my soul’s efforts to appear worthy upon the battlefields of Kurukshetra.

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• s_majda writes:
28/07/2011 at 21:31 (Edit)

A female acquaintance works in the medical field. Her soul does not know what it wants to do. At one moment it wants to help and heal others, and a few days later it says it is bored and would like once again to be a victorious commander.

That is how uncleansed intentions speak. I have written many of them down on the “800” page. Some of these intentions, clearly originating from astral programs of the soul, lead it toward masculine conquest of neighboring lands and toward organizing massacres. It remembers and knows perfectly well that it is an effective commander.

Attitudes contrary to those now cause the soul to incarnate as a woman who willingly supports the suffering and the disease-ridden. The knowledge and skills possessed by the soul do not translate into the knowledge of its personality, because the latter (for example the present female doctor) will not be aware of the massacres and plundering carried out only several hundred years earlier, but by another male personality.

As usual, the two different pieces of information do not fit together within the mind of the soul.

By causing suffering to others, it will experience suffering itself, only in another incarnation. It looks at the blood of others without any reflection. The same soul on the battlefield and the same soul in medicine. Only the context and reflection upon itself are missing.

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• s_majda writes:
25/10/2011 at 16:01 (Edit)

A friend went hunting in Kyrgyzstan, where he spent a week in the saddle searching for wolves. They slept in tents. He did not wash himself during the entire stay and because of the already noticeable odor, at night he was afraid to open his sleeping bag because he did not know how far the process of rotting had progressed.

I know many people whose souls also long, out of boredom, for wartime skills. Perhaps they no longer remember the smell of their own sweat and the sweat of those around them. Or perhaps some pathological need to experience the smell of blood attracts certain people?

Opublikowano: 18/05/2026
Autor: Sławomir Majda
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