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    Warrior of the Light: A Manual
    Warrior of the Light: A Manual
    Warrior of the Light: A Manual
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    Warrior of the Light: A Manual

    By Paulo Coelho

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    Rise to Your Destiny

    Warrior of the Light is a timeless and inspirational companion to The Alchemist—an international bestseller that has beguiled millions of readers around the world. Every short passage invites us to live out our dreams, to embrace the uncertainty of life, and to rise to our own unique destiny. In his inimitable style, Paulo Coelho helps bring out the Warrior of the Light within each of us. He shows readers how to embark upon the way of the Warrior: the one who appreciates the miracle of being alive, the one who accepts failure, and the one whose quest leads to fulfillment and joy.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins
    Release dateMar 17, 2009
    ISBN9780061828669
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    Paulo Coelho

    Paulo Coelho is the author of The Alchemist, he was born in 1947 in the city of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Being the author of 30 books that have sold over 320 million copies in 170 countries, he has become one of the most widely read authors in the world today. Paulo Coelho is the recipient of over 115 awards and honours, including the Hans Christian Andersen Award, the Grinzane Cavour Book Award and the Chevalier de l'Ordre National de la Légion d'Honneur, to name a few.

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    • 4/5
      Was a decent read, definitely could relate to a lot of the context.
    • 5/5
      I like the book, lots of inspiring words and advice that you can get and apply time to time
    • 5/5
      This is the most inspirational book I've ever read. I highly recommend it to anyone who's on the path to their unique definition of greatness.
    • 5/5
      This book is good for those who are willing to challenge themselves into becoming a strong hearted personality.
    • 5/5
      I loved this book. It made an impact on my life.
    • 2/5
      This is not so much a novel as a collection of mantras. I first came across it at University and will no doubt revisit it over the years.
    • 5/5
      amazing
    • 2/5
      This book takes time to absorb. Of all Coelho's works, this, unfortunately, is by far my least favourite.
    • 5/5
      Insightful and inspirational, I shall be keeping this book with me for a very long time. Many things are offered for you to contemplate, allowing you to return to your souls path. A wonderful book for those who live by the light.

      1 person found this helpful

    • 2/5
      Typical new age 'claptrap' crap. Parsed out in vague phrases and attempting to use euphemisms and vague color language and flowery prose. Typical of Coelho. Contradictory, saying basically everything and nothing, to get people thinking its deep.
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    • 1/5
      This is a book packed with truisms that reads like a charmless and preachy almanac. After The Alchimist this was a massive disappointment.

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    Warrior of the Light - Paulo Coelho

    Prologue

    Just off the beach to the west of the village lies an island, and on it is a vast temple with many bells, said the woman.

    The boy noticed that she was dressed strangely and had a veil covering her head. He had never seen her before.

    Have you ever visited that temple? she asked. Go there and tell me what you think of it?

    Seduced by the woman’s beauty, the boy went to the place she had indicated. He sat down on the beach and stared out at the horizon, but he saw only what he always saw: blue sky and ocean.

    Disappointed, he walked to a nearby fishing village and asked if anyone there knew about an island and a temple.

    Oh, that was many years ago, when my great-grandparents were alive, said an old fisherman. There was an earthquake, and the island was swallowed up by the sea. But although we can no longer see the island, we can still hear the temple bells when the ocean sets them swinging down below.

    The boy went back to the beach and tried to hear the bells. He spent the whole afternoon there, but all he heard was the noise of the waves and the cries of the seagulls.

    When night fell, his parents came looking for him. The following morning, he went back to the beach; he could not believe that such a beautiful woman would have lied to him. If she ever returned, he could tell her that, although he had not seen the island, he had heard the temple bells set ringing by the motion of the waves.

    Many months passed; the woman did not return and the boy forgot all about her; now he was convinced that he needed to discover the riches and treasures in the submerged temple. If he could hear the bells, he would be able to locate it and salvage the treasure hidden below.

    He lost interest in school and even in his friends. He became the butt of all the other children’s jokes. They used to say: He’s not like us. He prefers to sit looking at the sea because he’s afraid of being beaten in our games.

    And they all laughed to see the boy sitting on the shore.

    Although he still could not hear the old temple bells ringing, the boy learned about other things. He began to realize that he had grown so used to the sound of the waves that he was no longer distracted by them. Soon after that, he became used to the cries of the seagulls, the buzzing of the bees and the wind blowing amongst the palm trees.

    Six months after his first conversation with the woman, the boy could sit there oblivious to all other noises, but he still could not hear the bells from the drowned temple.

    Fishermen came and talked to him, insisting that they had heard the bells.

    But the boy never did.

    Some time later, however, the fishermen changed their tune: You spend far too much time thinking about the bells beneath the sea. Forget about them and go back to playing with your friends. Perhaps it’s only fishermen who can hear them.

    After almost a year, the boy thought: Perhaps they’re right. I would do better to grow up and become a fisherman and come down to this beach every morning, because I’ve come to love it here. And he thought too: Perhaps it’s just another legend and the bells were all shattered during the earthquake and have never rung out since.

    That afternoon, he decided to go back home.

    He walked down to the ocean to say goodbye. He looked once more at the natural world around him and because he was no longer concerned about the bells, he could again smile at the beauty of the seagulls’ cries, the roar of the sea, and the wind blowing in the palm trees. Far off, he heard the sound of his friends playing and he felt glad to think that he would soon resume his childhood games.

    The boy was happy and—as only a child can—he felt grateful for being alive. He was sure that he had not wasted his time, for he had learned to contemplate Nature and to respect it.

    Then, because he was listening to the sea, the seagulls, the wind in the palm trees, and the voices of his friends playing, he also heard the first bell.

    And then another.

    And another, until, to his great joy, all the bells in the drowned temple were ringing.

    Years later, when he was a grown man, he returned to the village and to the beach of his childhood. He no longer dreamed of finding treasure at the bottom of the sea; perhaps that had all been a product of his imagination, and he had never really heard the submerged bells ring out on one lost childhood afternoon. Even so, he decided to walk for a while along the beach, to listen to the noise of the wind and to the cries of the seagulls.

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