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Dan Millman is the real warrior, born on February 22, Way of the Peaceful Warrior is part-autobiographical, part-fictional bestseller, which since its first publication in , appeared on many top-books lists. Dan Millman is in the spotlight, a junior at the University of California — Berkeley, who seems successful and happy. The storyline and all the subplots are tied up, all lead to a mind-blowing outcome.
It all happens in the s; Dan is a college gymnastics star, who continues to do well in all fields except one. Although he expands his collection of trophies day by day, he starts to feel lonely and lost. As a matter of fact, each night he has a hard time falling asleep and wakes up drenched in sweat. Regardless of how successful he seems on the outside, on the inside, his world is crumbling with each passing moment. At first, Dan is not prepared to admit the problem. Nightmares haunt him, and the fear of death overwhelms him.
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I would travel light, taking only a small backpack and an open airline tickct for maximum Oc: I slIIdied maps, did some research. My plans made, I told Linda the ncws and explained that 1would send our daughter postcards and would call when possible. I sat on the lawn with my four-ycar-old daughtcr.
Mommy and me: JUSt the summer - maybe a linle longer. You'U have summer camp. N "But I won't have you. Who will rC: I could only SOly. Ol,lt 01 the Frying Pan 7 A week later. After a biucrsweet goodbye to Linda. I hugged my little daughter and slid into the tui.
As we pulled away, I lookol. I had arrived in the humid monsoon season - constan dy drenched by rain or sweat, I tT3. Days passed in dreamlike impressions of bright colors and strange scents as incense: From C: Sacred India, overburdened with bodies compres. I found my way into numerous schools of yoga, where I le3rned 3 variety of postures, bccathing systems. In C;tlcutta, I S3W the: Everywhere I IUrncd, I met beggars - men, women, crippled children in f3gged clothing. On my pilgrimage' met sages speaking the anciem wisdom of Advaita Vedanta, a nondualislic philosophy which lcaches that samsara and nirv3na, flesh and spirit, arc JlOt separate, and whose holy trinity arc Br.
I felt the de: But as the weeks passed. I grew more dejected. I have thc grcatest respect for the spiritual traditions of India; I honor its cultur. But t'Vcrywhcrt I went, I felt as if I were on the outside looking in.
It wasn't India's fa iling; it was mine. Aftcr fh'e weeks, disheartened but resolute. It was the right thing to do. I would mkc the castern route home. Sonlchow, I thought, things might nill work OUt. Maybe coming up empty in India was a sign thar my time with Soer-lIcs was: But if that were true. I thought. The departing jet flew through the night. I tried to read but couldn't concentrate.
I tried [0 slccp but dreams ass: Socrates' Dec kept popping up,: Jlong with fr3gmcna of things said long ago. By Ihc lime we landed in Hawaii, the Mpay-attcmion-thc: I felt like screaming, What am I supposed to do? I hoped mat bene: The half-open Th.
JournG ' II drawer of the nightsrand revealed a dog-eart-d phone directory and: Suddenly dred, I lay back on the squeaky, sagging m: Then my brain awoke fully. He had urged me to find someone in Hawaii, and he had menrioncd a school in - where was it? One day I might find that journal. But first I had to find the worn: Of course - thari why I'm here I realizru; ,Iutti the sense of destiny that had been gnawing al my insides.
Finally, I knew the rrn1 reason I'd taken this journey. It was as if I'd been wandering. Once Ihis fell into place, my belly relaxed, and the: I could hardly contain my energy. My mind T': What had he told me about the woman! She had written to him on some kind of st3tionery - bank stationery, that w: He hadn't told me her name or address, or what she looked like.
I had 31most nmhing to go on. It seemed impossible. Then thc scnse of destiny filled me 3g3in, No, this couldn't all be for nOlhing, I "'': I looked at my watch.
And what would I do 3. Hd Ih: I sraroo Oil! I made it to the water's edge just in time for sunset, only to realize ,har rhe sun set on the WCSt- ern side of the island , and I was on the eastern shorr:.
M I lay down on the soft sand, still warm in the evening air, and gaud up at a palm nee overhead. Watching its green fronds swaying in the: I searched throllgh my mind for a pbn. The ncxt day.
I entcrro ,he building, and quickly compo,sed an ad 0 appear in the: It rC". Let's make change togcther. Probably a lame: A long shot.
J visited 3rt galleries, went snorkeling, and lay on the beach - waiting. My personal ad had come up empty, and pounding the: Discouraged, J called rhe airport 3nd booked a flight home.
I was ready to call it quits. On the bus ride to the airport, I sat in a kind of stupor. Then, in the boarding lounge. And I knew I couldn't give up. Nor now, not ever. I had to find this woman, the link betwccn my past and future , I canceled my flight, bought a city map, and caught me next bus back 10 Honolulu.
On the way, 1marked the location ofcvery bank on my list. She turned and gave me a brief smile. When our eyes met. I experienced a flash of intuition - this W: Why hadn't I trusted myself from the m. She finished talking to one of the bank officers and returned to her desk by the safety deposit boxes and the vault. I waited patiently for the right moment; then, taking a deep breath.
I walked up to her. You sec. Docs that name mean anything to you? I answered. He's a te: I had a boyfriend once who worked in a station in California. But hIs name w: So you think h could have been Ralph? MYcah, well, I gOtta get back to work. I'm looking for a WOtllllflr I fdt a chill,:: I hope ft ft you find a woman soon.
Not a likely C: She exchanged gJances with the firsr [ 'l1er, then looked back at me, her eyes filled with suspicion. They must lcatll some kind of bank rd c: I thousht. AI first 1 thought she was referring 10 a security officer. With a quick nod of thanks, J walked over to the officer, looked her in the eyes. I'm a peaceful warrior looking for a friend of Socrates. N "Oh," she said. We'll do lunch. Good-bye, ciao, chccrlii. Then I found a bar and had nly first beer in a long linlc.
And I don't even like beer. IU I walked through the crowded streets of downtown Honolulu. Still, someone might know. My back ached and I fclt like I was developing an ulcer. The whole thing seemed crazy. Maybe someone had given the woman the bank stationery. Why would a shaman work at a b: But, then, why would an old warrior like Socrates choose to work at a gas station? More confused and discouraged tb: I had no mote illusions about magically humping il1lo a shaman in a bank who would immooiatd y recogni7.
Any mllaining faith in my inluill0n was snlashcd: I picked it up. At least the entire day wouldn't be wasted, The next day, I made the rounds at another ten banks until, exhausted and numb, I could do no more, I was: My nervcs fr. I woke up tired.
I was re an oasis in a sea offrown ing r. At the fourth bank of the day. I mct an cxtl': When I told her I w: She 5[2 ed into my eyes, as if waiting for something. Maybe she wanted me to make a deposit in her bank.
Or maybe she knew something. For all I knew, she could be the shaman's daughter. Or something, I couldn't afford to pass up any lead, ilOld myself, Anyway, I could stand a little fun. Did she know or didn't she? My name's Dan; I'm a ollege professor visiting Honolulu , and well, ie's kind of londy, vacationing by yourself.
Maybe you could show me where the sun seLS, or we could talk about gas sr: I get off ,l[ five, I'll meet you out front. Sec you then. I had a date, maybe even a lead. But then why did a little "oice inside me ny, "Idiot! Socratcs sends you on: I looked at my mcct map, now speckled with crossed-out bank sitcs; the First Bank of Hawaii was right around the corner.
I t the C2rneras; they all seemed focused on me. With a busincs. J deposit slip. A few feet away sat a funcdonal desk, behind which sat a fun ctional bank officer - a mil , aristocratic-looking woman in hcr fiftics. She glanced up at me as I approached.
But before: I could ask her: Then shc turned. Kancoha offered no htlp. Gold 19 Ready to laugh - or cry - I slumped against the last bank's polished stone eXlerior and slid And this JUSt wasn't I would go on my dale, w: As I sat there feeling sorry for myself, I heard a voice ask, "Are you all right? She looked about seventy years old - maybe older.
She smiled down at me with an expression of rnatern: But I tOok a deep bre: But I've been tired btfore; I'll be fine, thanks. Slaring at me. Bur Viclor- my gO.. I ordered a carrot juice. I studied her f: Johnson st;uing at me. Her eyes caught mine, and held the-m. She had deep eyes, like Socrates. Oh, come , I thought. Stop imagining things.
She cominuc-d 10 narc. She examined me imently for another moment. I'm Otl the faculty at Oberlin College - here 0 11 a research trip," I replied.
One of my nieces wem to Oberlin! And my godson. Victor - he's considering it for nat year. He just graduated from Punaho School. You could meet Victor; he'd be thriUtd to talk with an Oberlin professarl" "I appreciate the invitation.
She stared at me ago"in, then impaled me with a look so intense the caft! Suddenly, everything grew brighter. I fdt my filee flush. W1lerc had 11a. Then J remembered. An old gas station, one starry night. I wasn't surt at first. A barefoot walk in the surf would rdax you - yes. I hear myself ask. In M fog, I st;mc: The next thing I knew, I found myself carrying my shoes, walking along Ihe clean. Some time latcr, a seagull landed nearby.
I glanced a1 ii, then suddenly looked up and around: IS if waking up. Ruth Johnson J looked: A quancr after six. Then if dawned on me: I had JUSt stood up Barbara. Ihe prc:: And so, wilh no thing else 0 do, c: A[ lean I [hought I had found Ihe nghl address: I climbed Ihe Sleps and saw lil:!.
Inside I heard people talking loudly. Someone laughed. I had a sinking feeling [har this was the wrong place. The woman on Ihe swing said, "Aloh:!.! Go on in! Loud laughter followed. Jrted; I had to yell 10 be heard above the music, "I'm looking for Ruth Johnson.
Walking down the front stcl S, I s! Turning to ,he woman on Ihe swing, I asked. Couldn't I do flIrythillg righe "Ruthie's stllying with her siSler down the streer," the woman added. No one got OUI of the car at first. Johnson, an we get to the poi nl? We really know how to have: But here we arc anyway," she said brightly, "And while you're here. I leaned up again. Ruthie," someone yelled from inside.
Dan, come on in, dance a little, meet some people. Thou should perk you up. Let me give you something for [he road. I couldn't.
I don't nted - " She grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes; the world sr: Somelhing was off hete'. Why couldn'[ I JUSt be a normal guy: The door opened; I got to my feet and reached into Illy pocket for the money - and saw that Rurh Jail nson hadn't given me any money after all. Then my eyes opened wide and I Stopped breathing. Vaguely aware of the bus pullins away without me. I at the two pieces of paper in my hands: The first was a ncwspoper lid, dipped from the "PersonllJs" s ction.
On the: I found a note Mrs. Johnson had scrawled in a shaky. It read: Ollt drs;rt, p"pamtion. I turned Ihe nolt over. It conrinued: A strollg ridt will IN goillg OIl! Bt mrt Strange - that W'J. The note elided there. What did she mean by that? Then my wonder changed to excitement and l profound sense of relief. My St': I'd found her!
A founl: My senses opened: I felt the temperature: I walked all the way baek to my motel. By the: I fell onlO the: W with a bounce and a squeak and stared at the ceiling. Mueh later. That night. I dreamed of skc: The blackness swallowed me:. Jun like the old days.
This intensity and excitement made me realiu: I had become an armchair warrior whose battles were cho. Now I w: A Fire at Sea What ;s to give light must end ure burning. Thursday afternoon. I checked alit of my hOld. The walk was f: The surfboard In spite of the setting sun. Lie was comfort: SlUffed my clothing and wallet my pack.
Then I carried the heavy board out inca thigh-deep surf and set it down willi a loud slap on the glassy surface. With a l: I pushed off. Panting with exertion. I finally broke through the: Resling on the ocean's gentle rise and fall. I wondered about rhis strange initiation. Pleasant enough in the tropical sea. All night? The rhythmic ocean S'ovells soothed me into a pleasant lassitude.
I lay on my back and gazed lip into the constellations of Scorpio and Sagittarius. My eyes scanned the heavens and Illy thoughts drifted with the current as I w: I sat up. I found myself straddling the board as it rocked with the swells. Until I awoke. I hadn't rc: I wondered if enlightenment was like that.
I was looking around. I scanned the horizon in every direction, but with [he Sc:: Jnd h: J 1 no sense of time o r bearings. How long had I driftc: With a chill, I realittd I might be drifting str: Gripped by a sudden p: I forced myself to Cllm my breathing.
Paranoid fanrasic: What if this old wonmn is an c: What if she has a score 10 settle: But I had cC rl: My usual methods of rC3lilY lesting weren't helping. As soon as I fought off one wave of fcar, another would roll in. My mind sank beneath the surf:!. I fdt small and alone,: Houl'l'i passed ,: IS filr: S I could reckon. But no all: The clouds blO[ ed Ollt the moon and 5t;IrS.
I driftcd in: Sputtering and spitting OUt S: I hnd heard about strong currents that could pull someone strnighr out to sca. Then an even more dismrbing revd: I had no shirt or sunscreen, no food. For the first rime. I mean. ICCS above and below. I could: The clouds dissipated. Except for the OCc: Once in a while, I splashed my feet in the salty water, or hummed a tunc 10 reassure my ';ll'S. But soon enough, the tunes died.
A sense of dru. As the day wore on, I grew thirslY.
I would bum 10 death on the cool green Sc: The hours passW with agoniz. By the lace afternoon. All nigln. Even ,he sliglllcst movement felt painful.