Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

LOG: Prayer and Training

Tzoli walks to the center of the mat and grips her hammer in her left hand. She stands still for a moment and closes her eyes. She feet plant firmly on the ground a shoulder length apart and she takes several, slow, metered breaths. She remains still as if waiting for something.

You think to yourself: 'Balor, guide my feet so that I may step sure. Guide my legs to that I may move quickly with the flow of battle. Guide my hips so that I may confuse my enemy with my movement. Guide my chest so that I may keep my breath in the heat of battle. Guide my arms so that I swing true and my hand so that my grip is strong. And Balor, please guide my mind so that I may learn something as I train to be a stronger and better warrior in Your Name.'

Tzoli opens her eyes and lifts her hammer. She holds the emmense hammer outward, the thin muscles in her arm flexing as she does. "Balor, give me strength to wield this weapon and the insight to aim true." She slowly, languidly moves her right arm over to the carved handle of the warhammer, gripping it slowly. Now both arms flex, holding the weapon outright. She closes her eyes once more and takes several deep, calm breaths.

You think to yourself: 'Balor, I know these are not the excercises my mother taught me, but I wish to grow stronger and those have done all they can for me. I think I should grow now and gain in strength of heart and body. Balor, guide me to become stronger. Guide me to be a stronger warrior. Guide me to walk your cause. *focus and concentration as the wieght of the hammer takes its toll on the muscles holding it up* *strain and focus* Guide me to become stronger, I pass my Fate on to you. Pull the strings as you will. Guide me.'

Tzoli opens her eyes, slowly taking a step forward. She bends her body slowly, swinging the hammer down and to the right in a large graceful arc. She steps forward with the other foot, lifting the hammer upward and then swinging down and to the left, completing the figure eight movement. She does ths again, one swing per step forward. She focuses on her movements, making them slow and deliberate, yet at the same time languid and smooth. Slowly, she spins around on her toe, letting the momentum of the swinging hammer guide her around clockwise.

You think to yourself: 'Balor, guide my body to be stonger. I want to be stronger so that I may do you proud. Guide my heart to be more sure so that I do not waver in battle. Guide my mind to become clear times of trouble so that I do not lose focus. Balor, I am your warrior. Let me be strong in my purpose despite my shortcoming as a woman and as a person. Let me walk the path of my Fate without doubt.'

Tzoli starts to move faster now, her muscles straining against the movement of the emmense hammer as she attempts to control it. She moves languidly, her body rolling like water between the stones. She moves as if in battle with some unknown force, dodging its blows and retaliating swiftly. She moves with her eyes closed, her feet falling in sure steps as she shadow fights the unseen enemy. She lifts her hammer upward and brings it down, the head slamming into the floor causing the wood to reverberate through the room.

You think to yourself: 'Balor, let me become strong. Let me focus on my goal -- on my purpose. Let me be your warrior here. Let me be strong enough to honour your name. Balor, as the Suns rise and set, I will work to become stronger. I will work to be better, to make up for my shortcomings which are many. I will work harder so that I can be one with my purpose. I will work harder to be stronger so that I can fight the Darkness that plagues the land. So that I may fight the demons that sully this land. Guide me to be stronger so that I may fulfill my purpose in Your name.'

Tzoli kneels on the ground where her hammer hit the ground. She opens her eyes and bows her head, her breath coming hard and fast. Her dark skin glistens with perspiration from her strain and practice. She stands slowly, lifting her warhammer from the ground. She stands still for several moments, her hammer resting loosely in her left hand as she once again takes a fighting stance.

You think to yourself: 'Balor, I am here to serve you and I wish to make a sacrifice in your name. Guide me to want you want and I will see you get it. I have sacrificed the heart of a demon to you, tell me what else I should give to you so that I may make you happy. Tell me what else I should offer besides myself and I will see you get it.'

Posted by Tzoli at March 9, 2005 10:55 AM