03/oct/95

BY GOD. NO.

NO.

In a world of sh.., in which the progress is moderate by one of the less important factors of all, I see my around and sounds the shout of battle within my heart. Meanwhile, in the middle of images without sense, I feel the movements of a dance and the woman who i love in the attention center, in the middle of something wonderfully sensual and repulsive.

Knowing that I have 24 years, and that I chose the way of the Law and the order, I am myself forced, at this moment, and for always never, to close the only door again that I cannot return to open, the door of the past. To back leave the smile of a beautiful woman, and the triumphs of a powerful arm and a mind.

The door is opened, before my, and that I am in the Threshold again. And although the knot in my throat when thinking about the horrors of the Guardian becomes, that to have it demands to me to overcome it, to destroy it, and who the only weapon that I have is the Law.

I am conscious that the archetypes must be surpassed, and with the passage of time I have been leaving what it gave force me or me towards happy. A soldier is but who its sword, and a king but who its crown. There are weak beings, and strong beings; in order to be able to face me the strong enemies it is necessary that he leaves the advantages and weaknesses of my past.

When the moment arrives is no time to prepare itself mentally or to take a weapon. The action is distilled intention, and everything what I am must act to the unisonous one to survive and to protect in completes battle on the Earth.

Socorro!

Good bye!

To cross the door and to overcome the Guardian of the Threshold.

Is my duty.

By the Law, until the death!