I know that the tempest is approaching because I see what’s happening in the distance, I see what’s happening on the horizon. Of course the light helps a little; the ebbing afternoon marks the lining of the clouds. I can also see the brightness of the bolts.
There is no sound. The wind is neither blowing stronger nor weaker than before. But I know that a tempest is approaching because I’m used to look at the horizon.
I stop walking – there’s nothing more exciting or terrifying than seeing a tempest approach. The first thought in my mind is to look for shelter – but this can be dangerous. The shelter can be some sort of trap – in a little while the wind will start to blow and he can be strong enough as to tear off roofs, break tree branches, destroy high voltage wires.
I remember an old friend, who spent his childhood in Normandy and saw the arrival of allied troops in the Nazi-occupied France. I will never forget his words:
“I woke up and the horizon was filled with battleships. On the beach next to my house, the German soldiers were contemplating the scene as well. But the thing that terrorized me the most was the silence. A total silence that precedes a life or death combat .”
It is the same silence that surrounds me now. Little by little it is replaced by the noise – very soft – of the breeze in the cornfields around me. The atmospheric pressure is changing. The tempest is getting closer, and the silence is slowly being replaced by the soft rustle of leaves.
I’ve seen many tempests in my life. The majority of them took me by surprise, so that I had to learn – and very quickly – to look further, to understand that I cannot control time, to exercise the art of patience, to respect the fury of nature. Things do not always happen the way I would like them to, so it’s better for me to get used to it.
Many years ago, I wrote a song lyric that said “I lost my fear of the rain/ ’cause the rain, coming back to earth, brings things from the air”. It is best to dominate one’s fear. I need to be worthy of what I wrote, and understand that eventually, even the worst storms will pass.
The wind is speeding up. I’m in an open field; there are trees on the horizon that, at least theoretically, will attract the bolts. My skin is impermeable even though my clothes may get drenched. Therefore it’s best to enjoy this vision rather than run for shelter.
Another half hour passes. My grandfather, who was an engineer, liked teaching me the laws of physics while we played: “after you see a lightening bolt, count the seconds until you hear the thunder, and then multiply them by 340 metres, which is the speed of sound. That’s how you will always know the distance of a storm.” It’s a bit complicated but over the years I have got used to doing it: right now the tempest is two kilometres away.
There’s still some clarity that’s how I can see the lining of the clouds that airplane pilots call CB- cumulus nimbus. The anvil shape, as if a blacksmith was hammering the sky, forging swords to enraged gods, above the city.
I see the tempest approaching. Like any tempest, it brings destruction – but at the same time it waters the fields, and the wisdom of the heavens comes down with the rain. Like any tempest, it will pass. The more violent it is, the quicker it will pass.
Thank God that I’ve learned to face tempests.
The next text will be posted on the 6th of May.
P.S: Dear reader,
During this journey, that is filling my soul with very interesting experiences, one of the most magical moments comes every night when I read the comments posted on this blog. Even though I can’t answer all of you, I want you to know that it’s very important to me to know that I’m not alone on this path. Thank you so much for your support and for the words and ideas that are now engraved on my heart.
Paulo Coelho
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Hi,
I found your blog via google by accident and have to admit that youve a really interesting blog :-)
Just saved your feed in my reader, have a nice day :)
Mr. Coelho,
“Things do not always happen the way I would like them to, so it’s better for me to get used to it.” – this is a good advise ;)
You put words together like magic. I wish I will be able to do that someday, express my thoughts well in words, because I sometimes think I write like a 14 year old girl :)
but I’m trying :)
thank you!! so much for everything!
~katrina
Hello Paulo!
You Are One of my Faworites , Yes
I am from Ljubljana, and I love your books. Next time you’ll visit Slovenia I’ll be there in that hall too, to se you from the back, be sure of that !
THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE DOING,
AND THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU !!
peace and love
Veronika
Dear Paulo,
I love all your books… i’ve most of them and they inspire me so much. You have changed my life and my outlook and have helped me to remain positive in even the most difficult of times. I look forward to your blog and anything you may write. Thank you for sharing…
Dear Paulo!!
one week ago ´something´ made me to find,the beginning of the ´camino´ in the westend of Vienna/Austria,and as i got to know that you´re walking the path again and i was seeing my private situation here,i felt the need to start reading your book again,somy thoughts are with you…to walk the camino to Santiago is a dream,i have,since i read your book the first time,but same i guess that since that time,i walk the camino here every day….
thank you!! :-))
walk in beauty
Alex
tempestaji silencio
the tapestry of memory cascades down the rivers of reality as it melts into fantasies…breathe..it is all just a dream , sit in your lotus and feel demons shrivel. love burns all the hate to cinder, all the pain to ash. wear your heart on your sleeve because it’s titanium. wind rushes through the landscape of wonder and you begin to wonder if it all happens just like you recall. walk and breathe the fragrance sit and feel the rush of a thousand waterfalls of remembrance and then it all returns to breath…and the space in between where your eyes met your soul fills with something a bit like awareness. We desperetly gather shreds of life’s fragments, the raw material surrounds us in spirits..bridge the gap between the abyss and the godhead. We are burning on the throne of feather and sage, We are hurled at the kaleidescope behind our eyes. We cry inside the joy of having found something to believe. We didn’t shrink back as we were scathed and We can do nothing but feel the desperation of recognition..the stunned silence when the ultimate humility of life arrives..so I kneel as the mandala catches flame around us…and the drums beat, and the horns sound to reveal the discovery of the eternal..It’ s visceral and tangible explosion within our heart, and I can no longer retreat as the force of a thousand thunderstorms echoes within the caverns of conciousness. and I come back to the breathing…only the breathing..I feel the blood course and the beat of the metronome..I can do nothing but surrender, and feel myself lift like viridian petals in the summertime breeze.
all love mestre
Florencio
Dear paulo
sorry to say this:
I cant recognize when my tempest is approching, but I feel that when then come they bring destruction and destructions never disapear unfurtunately.
in reality.
Dear brother,
I wish I was there with you, watching the tempest, feeling the power of our great mother. My life is a tempest at this moment. your words have given me comfort and reminded me of the fact that within the storm you might find the quiet core holding answers to many questions.”Quando alguém encontra seu caminho, precisa ter coragem suficiente para dar passos errados. As decepções, as derrotas, o desânimo são ferramentas que Deus utiliza para mostrar a estrada.” – Brida
Thank you dear brother for that is how I feel for you. love every day more.
)O(Maga.
Dear Magician,
Not only each path in life is full of tempests, but in each moment there are numerous hidden doors into endless sensations that may change, turn upside down and influence lifes in just a moment.
I have JUST discovered this blog by chance…The day of my birthday which is especially symbolical- eyes must be opening when it is meant to. And this is the day when the strongest wind passed through my heart.
Each moment being in a journey or staying still our heart faces us with challenges and infinite possibilities and only in this we may reach the infinity within us and make a new touch on the pure white canvas of every tomorrow.
Today i am faced with own revelation by discovering these texts of Your soul, Paulo and now i see that this journey You are passing through magicly, like a butterfly in the process of transition, is the journey of the whole world’s souls! It touches the universe and in this action it unites all the ones who make steps physically and spiritually each day…THIS is a wonder.
I am touched and trembling, and this blog will also become part of my own inner journey.
You changed my life, Paulo and these changings develop themseves each day. Each new day i also feel myself “naked” in front of all the challenges and discoveries appearing my way, but that’s how life shows its genuine depth and most fantastical miracles. We are all children, but be that the tempest on our way or the sudden rainbow – those are all signs that we are alive and afterall we realize that both of these events are blessings that help us to stretch the wings :)
They are both rays from God’s heart, no matter how we feel experiencing them at the moment. Tempests pass and sun comes out of the clouds, as each day we are born again for experiencing the most magical miracle – being alive and contuine our personal pilgrimages of love.
You are absolutely unique, dear Magician, as You opened Your heart to the whole universe and as i noted – we are all making this way with You, that in its turn changes our lifes, visions and perceptions.
It is a divine miracle and i express You all my appreciation for this most precious spiritual revelation that God opened in front of me today…
I have no words to express how much all Your words that You share through the books and texts touch my heart and change my life !
Thank You! And may Your way be lightful and still… full of tempests and rainbows as they let us feel the verges of our emotions and spirit and this is perhaps the aim of life – to experience it ALL. Conceiving the unconceivable we say “YES” to life and each challenge of the journey makes us brave and lets us discover more and more treasures.
I thank YOU for the one i have discovered today through this blog.
with my endless love,
Dasha
Dear Paulo,
The air always seems to be charged with electricity before the storm approaches. I, for one love the air when it rains. There is a certain energy which unfolds. Perhaps it is the earth waiting in anticipation which I tune into. My moments of inspiration have often sprung from the drops of rain. The storm is brewing and my soul is getting ready for a battle.
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” – Ephesians 6:12
In Love & Light
Thea
One evening, when I was half way on the Route, I was about to give it up. I had knee-problems and was mentally tired of all the disappointment that it gave. I had hitch-hiked out of the mountains, and camped near Esterri d Aneu. In the dark, I could see a thunderstorm flashing up above the mountains. Immediately, I wanted to get back. This thunderstorm made me complete the Route.
In the year of 1991, 15 years ago, I have walked the High Level Route (Haute Randonnee Pyreneenne) through the Pyrenees. For me, it was also a kind of pilgrimage. In 43 days, I walked from Hendaye on the Atlantic coast to Banyuls on the Mediterranean. It was a big adventure. Times were different, there were no mobile phones and getting money with my bank card was oftenly difficult. On the way, every now and then, I lost my way and so I made more kilometres than necessary. I was alone and an inexperienced hiker. But it was beautiful. The sense of freedom, with nothing else to do than to walk, eat, sleep and to enjoy the mountains. It still is the most beautiful thing I have done in my life. I wish to repeat it once, but I am still waiting for the right moment.
Dear Brother,
I must say that Oya (Yansa), the orisha of wind, water, tempests, and lightning, has been speaking to me rather strongly over the past two weeks. AToday in particylar I was guided to reorganize my space in order to move enrgy in my life. In doing so, I came across your book, “Warrior of The Light” again. My soul was nourished by re-reading a few passages.
I then felt compelled to look you up on the Internet. It was no surprise to me that you wrote on the subject matter you selected. I have been staring down the tempest in my own life. As always, I am highly encouraged by your words.
Blessings to you for your work.
Fellow Warrior in The Light,
Imakhu Mwt Shekemet
Friend in Light,
I laugh with joyous gratitude as I remember my Soul’s desire to say “Thank you. I love you,” after reading 4-5 of your books in a row. I began writing a letter to you, until I realized that I actually wanted to thank the All that manifested through you. I did.
Now I take the time to thank you, the Instrument, for allowing Light to flow despite the Storm inside. Thank You. I Love You.
There is a Storm inside us. A beautiful wonderful Storm out of which Life and Death are manifested. Oh, Life! Inside my heart I open my arms wide and circle round and round in surrender to your Beauty and Strength.
There are universes waiting to be born inside of me. In Meister Eckhart’s words:
“I need to be silent for a while,
worlds are forming in my heart.”
I am amazed at the out pouring of love for Paulo’s writing and that more importantly people realize that his source of inspiration springs from both physical and metaphysical experiences. I look forward to reading the rest of the entries, comments, and hope to walk the road myself one day.
Noone is alone Paulo, noone. No matter how unique you are in your interests, in your looks or in your way of looking at life – there will be someone else out in the world who will recognize him or herself in your experiences. After all we are six milliard now on earth… a number to big to grasp in my mind… Someone said “There are no strangers, only someone elses friend.” The thought of these connections in endless chains is very nice. *smile*
Paulo-
You have changed my life more times than I am able to count. Each time I feel lost, or hopeless, I return to The Alchemist, or The Pilgrimage or By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. I am forver greatful to you for reveling to me the magic of the universe again and again. My life is more beautiful because of you. Thank you for deciding to revisit the Pilgrim’s road and giving all of us another opportunity to learn from it through you.
Dear Paulo,
yes, thank God you have learned to face tempest. And thank God you have learned to go on walking despite the fear! Hopefully you find the inspiration during your walk to write many more great books. And hopefully you will find time in your calendar so we can meet again or communicate. May you ever dwell in the inspiration of this walk!
Your friend,
Heiko
Dear Paulo,
Tempests could cause destruction but after the destruction there is always change, sometimes to face ourselves we have to destroy our fears and face tempests bravely.
thank you for making us face our fears and learn how to see how far is a tempest.
I want to thank you for all the work that you do. I have come to realize that the words you say, are not your words, they are the words that are channeled through you from a different source, and that is why they resonate with so many. That source is within all of us, and when we recognize it in someone or something else, it makes us sit up a little taller, smile a little brighter and become more aware of this path that we each walk.
I find it interesting that the picture you have is you walking on a cobblestone path. One thing my Nana said to me before she died was “why do you choose to walk on cobblestone when there is a paved path alongside?”
I now know that at times, we each must walk on our own cobblestone paths – because, we each need to find our own way.
Thank you again my friend.
Peace and love on your journey.
Natalie
Dear Paulo,
very much alike to others who responded here, your books have guided me through many of the darkest times in my life. It seems that every time I am lost, in doubt, or simply hurt, they cross my path, and give me the answers and the consolation I need. And for that I wholeheartedly thank you.
When I read “The tempest”, and about your journey now, I couldn’t help remembering when I first read “The Pilgrimage”. It was less than an year ago, although I had the book for quite longer… just that every time I tried to read it, I gave up. Now I know why it was so. When I read the book at last, it was at a crossroad, so to speak. In a time of turmoil, when for one year I have given up living, loving, and dreaming. I succumbed to the fear, and was tired of life… but at the same time, something in me was screaming to break the shell of indifference. And then, symbolically while travelling back home, I finally read The Pilgrimage. As it has happened many times, it touched me profoundly. There was a part which described the person who has given up fighting the good fight. After reading it I just had to stop… I closed the book, I looked to the horizon, and finally said to myself “He is describing you… is this what you want to be?”
So I want to say thank you. It was you who travelled the Road to Santiago, but through your tale I rediscovered myself. And I am sure others did as well. Today I am living again, in the full sense of the word… and I no longer fear facing tempests.
There is one great disapointment that I had to face today, however. After hoping for years you will visit Bulgaria, you finally will… however, there is no way I will be there then. But I guess the moment hasn’t come just yet.
I wish you all the peace, sunshine, and luck on your journey.
Viki
Dear Paulo Coelho
Our small country, Bulgaria, needs to be inspired. Thank you for all you do for millions of people not only in Bulgaria, but in the whole world. It is not by chance that in English WORD and SWORD differ in only one letter. I hope you and your readers will share my feelings in my poem INSPIRATION:
My favorite word is Inspiration.
It is at the bottom
of all beautiful things.
It is the clue to our mission on Earth,
our lovely planet
in the eternal and divine Universe.
To follow our Inspiration,
sometimes it is afflatus,
means to follow the ways of our Lord,
to take part
in the most interesting Creation
of what is around us –
our magic and magnificent world.
caro Pauhlo,
ti scrivo intanto per ringraziarti per le parole che scrivi, leggendoti mi ricordi di sognare ed agire e mi dai la certezza che la vita sia di più di quello che appare.
Ti scrivo per darti un cenno della mia presenza e stabilire un contatto
Ho letto molti dei tuoi libri nella traduzione italiana, tanti in inglese,tedesco, portoghese, li ho “recuperati”prima che venissero bruciati all’inceneritore dei rifiuti di zurigo, in svizzera, dove lavoro.
Un libro dopo l’altro ho immaginato poter essere, ancora in questa vita il tuo compagno di viaggio sulla strada di Compostella…che tu possa farmi da guida per una parte del mio cammino , nella quale devo imparare ad affrontare le tempeste.
Forse restera solo un sogno fare la strada di Compostella insieme, ma spero di poterti conoscere un giorno di persona, purtroppo non venerdì a Torino, devo lavorare, ma forse una volta la realtà e l’immaginazione coincideranno, se cosi dev’essere…magari passerai da Zurigo o ci si incontrerà “per caso” .
Intanto continuo a leggerti con gioiosa attenzione.
scusami per questa maniera di usare questo spazio, ma sentivo il bisogno di comunicare, buona giornata
mario
caro Paulo ringrazio te e Kahlil Gibran, perchè tramite le vostre letture ho imparato ad amare il mondo.Ringrazio la vita perchè ha permesso ad un ragazzo di 20 anni d uscire dal periodo d vuoto k avvolgeva il mio cuore.Ringrazio Lui x avermi donato l’amore.Il sole il vento x avermi alleviato il dolore durante il lavoro ed avermi permesso tramite l’amore d compiere miracoli.Grazie a tutto(if you want translate this comment; i prefer write it in italain, my language. Thanks a lot)
I have not thinghs to say except that every time I “meet” You the time stops.
Thank You.
Sante
Dear Paulo
„Der Weg“
hölzerne schwere Türe
schmiedeeiserne Scharniere
brauner Boden
weiße Wände
niedrige Decke
nasse Augen
verzweifelnd und suchend
leer + voll von Tränen
in einer zarten Hülle
unsichtbar, unzerstörbar
unhörbar für andere
im Bollwerk der Offenheit
Der Wunsch
Der Schmerz
Das Leiden
Der Abschied
Der Anfang eines langen Weges
Die Schwäche zur Kraft
Alleine – mit allen, die ihn sehen und gehen wollen!
FK©210901
I wish you a nice day and clear eyes!
Florian
Mr. Paulo,
Adabz :) (Means Hello in Urdu language)
I am 22 years old girl, from Lahore, Pakistan.
Thank you for sharing … what u have shared with us up till now through your words.
Love your work that’s why I am here to write all this.
Your words touch the human soul deep down inside and give the human soul another life…. to move in the direction which was always in him but did not realize in this manner before… May Allah always bless you and you keep on sharing your words with other souls.
Have a great journey!!
I just want to share that I had fears earlier in my life but People seem to pass by and so dose the age but sometimes either of them stop and make you see things from a different angle.
I have started believing after I lost my mother at the age of 10 that
0 zero is never equal to 0 zero. I believe that 0=1.
Because when there is nothing there is something or where there is nobody there is somebody hence zero is equal to one. 0=1.
You might find it really wired but I just want to share that to be really honest I do not have any fear because of plus one factor since 0=1.
What do you think about this equation?
Warmest regards,
Fatima Saeed Khan.
Dear Paulo,
thank you so mach for the light of your star that now shines in our sky.
Today I read a thought by F.Scott Fitzgerald – “At the darkest corner of your soul the time is always 3 o’clock at night” When I read it at my soul it was around 10 a.m. But I realized that in my soul after 10 a.m. does not obligatory follow 11 a.m.
The strange is that i cannot always say what time it is now. Sometimes it looks like it is night but there is sun at the sky, sometimes there is so much daylight but I feel it is midnight.
Other time I am loosing the idea of the time,or I just don’t want to know what time it is now.
But the most difficult is when somebody asks me the time. Then I am trying to understand whether he is expecting to hear what time is in my soul or he wants to know the time at his soul. And we are starting together to explore the time – my time and his time. And the best is that when at my soul it is 3 o’clock at night I have someone who will light me a candle, who will give me a sunbeam from his daylight, someone who will change the hands of my soul-watch to go counter-clockwise.
And if someday you feel like it is 3 o’clock at night, be sure that somebody will give you light and will make the time moves in other direction.
Probably 3 o’clock at night is the time when tempests most oftenly appear…
Dear Sir,
You must come to Africa one day.You will then experience the fury of the elements in a wide open space like this is. There is little more frightening -and more beautiful- than the tempests of Africa, when one thinks about the forces of nature.The purple skies, the dust storms whirling everywhere, the deafening thunder. The blackness.The nothingness before the unstoppable torrents of life-sustaining flood. The Apocalipse-I always call it. But water is never enough in Africa. Please send the rain to me, I need it to fill the rivers that feed the animals in the Game Park nearby.
Sir, you are not alone, and never will be. At the time you were writing your 2-nd May entry, many of us, “warriors of light “, thought of you.I was probably watching the skies from my kitchen door. The last time I ran in the rain-I think it was January- I miraculously “escaped” a lightning bolt that hit one of my favourite royal palms and reduced its beautiful crown to ashes-now a sad reminder of a huge storm that did not bring enough rain…
Take shelter during storm, but stay away from the trees.
Do not fear. Walk the path, and take everything in. Even though we are-and always will be-far apart, I am always there. Walking along, at a distance.
I hope you found some little white feathers in the little Easter Basket from Africa. They were there to bring you luck.
I wish you a safe journey. I hope that the sun is always ahead of you and the clouds stay behind. I hope you are safe and warm at night.
I have a poem to keep you company. It is drawn by Steven Watson (a lecturer at the English department in Cape Town)from the records of a nineteenth century linguist from the Cape area (South Africa), who transcribed (together with his sister-in-law) legends passed on to them by members of an almost extinct tribe of indigenous people, the /Xam.Their language has since died out.
The poem’s title is “The Rain That Is Male”
The rain that is male is an angry rain.
It brings with it lightning loud like our fear.
It brings water storming, amking smoke out of dust.
And we, we beat our navels with our rigid fists.
We, we press a hand, flat to the navel.
We snap our fingers at the angry, male rain.
And we stand outside in the force of the water,
we stand out in the open, close to its thunder,
we snap our fingers and chant while it falls:
“Rain, be gone quickly! Fall but be gone!
Rain, turn away!Turn back from this place!
Rain, take your anger, be gone from our place!”
For we want the other, the rain that is female,
the one that falls softly, soaking into the ground,
the one we can welcome, feeding the plains-
So bushes sprout green, *springbok come galloping.
(* springbok is a species of indigenous buck)
Good night, Master Paulo…
Dear Paulo
I am sure you know this -everyone can find his soul in your books.
Now I know the dreams realy come true if we want this.
And you are the person who prove it.
I am 37 years old and I read so many books trying to find something about the sence of our life.
Since I start to read your books I think I found it.
Thank you that you appear in my life.
O Great Wind
that moves over mountain and plain,
grace me with your whispering song
and breathe in me life anew.
Share the secret of ages ancient
and whisk me to the time when
God’s face warmed the earth,
and stars sung through the night.
Teach me your ways of gentle change
that I might lie
in the nestle of your arms,
and rest from this wild blowing.
Peace and prayers on the journey,
Elaine
Mr. Coelho – I am an English teacher in an alternative school in Ontario Canada. I work with young adults who for many reasons have dropped out of high school & then return (sometimes many years later) to complete their high school diplomas. Most of them have had many difficulties to overcome in their young lives before and during the time they are with me. This past year, I have been studying your novel The Alchemist with a few of my classes and I want you to know what a resounding success it has been! This story has deeply touched my students – particularly the young men who seldom read novels. The responses they have written me are incredible. I would like to share just one excerpt from a recent journal with you – ” It is amazing how a novel can change your life. I have been trying to figure my life out for the past 7 years and I feel that to some extent I finally have. This novel helped me distinguish between what I want to do in life and what others want of me……I believe a person can have many alchemists in their lives – Paolo Coelho is now 1 of mine…….I will now look for the omens in my life and realize that I must no longer be blind to my personal legend ….I am willing to step into the world, and listen with my heart, eager to look at things differently. I am excited about life and once again feel alive!” On behalf of English teachers everwhere, thank you for your novels, Mr. Coelho!
Dear Paulo, it wasn’t time for me to go to europe this year, so I stayed in “good old canada” this year, but it seems to me that I understand every step you take. When one has been in nature for a while, he understands it, he understands the whole of it and can tell, by what he Sees, of what nature will bring. I remember being in a urban center one day at a congress, we went outside for a little break, I smelled the air, felt the wind, saw the sky changing. I went “oh, a storm’s approaching”, around me, people went “what? what are you saying this for? It won’t rain”. But it did, the building even got leaks that night. The world talks to us at all time, trough every of its facets, we need only to unveil our own eyes. :0)
Enjoy your journeys, lucky you :0)
Salam Mr.Paulo and all readers.
I think i am learning how to face my fears, even if it’s not the usual confrontation way.
Reading The Tempest made me somewhat cling even more to my method, if i shall call it. When there are problems that come my way, problems that i know are immune to fixing or changing, i make it my business to continue living my life the way that makes me solid and comfortable around those problems, by pretending they don’t exist.
Life is too short to spend it on battling things that are never going to change, but instead going to consume your energy and sanity and takes the best of you. I just ignore it. Life is too short to make yourself surrender to the illusion of “supposed” consequences. Be good, be healthy and be happy. That’s my new motto in life.
I am 23 years old and i used to think why so much have had happened to me in such an early stage of my life, but with time i learned that the sooner the better.
Dear maestro,
thank you very much for all your books, for all that beautifle stories….
Have a great journey!!!
Dear Paulo
Reading your thoughts on the tempest was so very synchronistic (as everything these days seems to be). What stood out and what I thank you for is that we do need to read the signs of when the tempests come – looking to the horizon, feeling the quickening breeze – because then we can brace ourselves and not be taken by surprise and so knocked off our feet.
May your journey continue to be the awesome experience that it seems to be.
With love and gratitude
Sue Clarke
Dear Sir,
To me the Tempest has always been the time before a tough decision. The actually moment when all your fears culminate into one big overflowing claudron of doubt……..thts the moment i fear the most. Though many such tempests have come to me in life, like you say, they have also been helpful…….in the utmost moments of fear and doubt there is also immense clarity, tht moment of dread is followed by peace, in knowing tht the deed is done, the decision taken……..carrying it out now is the easy part.
Even today, every new etmpest i face, is as raw as the one tht preceded it, but now i knw tht its okay to fear, to be dubious…….its even expected.
And thts why when i read in The Manual of the warrior of light: A warrior of light often loses heart but never allows himself to be discouraged, I thought tht u were saying tht to me. Thts why i like ur work so much……because most of tht time its like i called a friend and told a dilemma and he’s giving me advice abt it.
So thanks dear friend. For your insights and your thoughts.
May your adventures never cease……the magnanimous and the ordinary.
regards,
….ekta.
Many years ago I went in to a bookstore feeling lost and walked out with
a story of a shepherd boy and my heart was filled with joy as I read his
story. Since then I have learnt so much from you. Gained a strength
from looking at the horizon, listening to my heart and looking for signs. With the passing of time I feel drawn to my path. May I have the strength to live each day, to smile at both success and failure and to bring light to the people who pass my way.
Now, I find myself fighting the good fight for love asking too many
questions not trusting happiness. It is horrible to realize that it’s
happiness that you fear most. I am faced with the challenge of patience to understand I cannot control time. I must let them draw their own conclusion and if it is right the universe will be on my side. I must learn to enjoy the period of uncertainty as it carries with it the mystery of life. However, I wish there was a equation to determine if the one you love loves you back.
I would like to thank you for your stories that give me strength and wish you well on your journey
Liza
Mister Paulo,
Reading your few few words on this post about the distance and horizon filled me with both fear and hope. Your words have helped me to realize the importance of not only being present but also to release the fear of what is on the “horizon”. Fear has always dominated my life. Your works have helped me to find magic and delicious visions of dreams, of my passions. I will think of you and pray for you on your journey. Know that you soul is touching my soul with your words. Funny how the Universe is able to provide such things, isn’t it? Or shall I say, how awesome is this Universe of ours that we are able to hear its secrets if we are only ready (and open) to listen?
Walk in Love,
Anita
Dearest Paulo, From you I learn that to be a Master Storyteller one must live conscious of the constant challenge to embrace the cycles of death and rebirth.
This morning while reading the Tempest I experience a deep Love for you. This Love is a quiet knowledge of ‘resepct for another’s life and acceptance of individual lessons and Paths.’
In 1975 when gazing into the eyes of my first born son I saw all time, space, knowledge and Love and felt Khalil Gibrans words expand my Heart: “These children are not your children but the longing of life…for itself.” I have felt this Love since but too rarely and now this morning, on this quiet. peaceful, sunfilled morning in Sydney Town I dream to know how to expand this Love and send it out across the world to touch the memory of Love encoded in our Hearts.
This morning I also revisted being with my Father who when he could would take me to a headland and we’d watch storms build and break over the beaches and valley of my childhood home. He talked of the purpose of storms and how they bring life to Earth. To this day while I am not afraid to be in a storm there is always a tension, a respect for my vulnerability in knowing that to be at the very spot where the power of Earth meets that of the sky I would die. Storms are a powerful symbol of walking my life with respect and trust of the elements.
My grandfather also taught me to count between the lightening and the thunder to locate the distance of the storm. I now remember the excitement of counting out loud, feeling the elements and waiting for the great clap or gentle roll of sound. At these times I felt my father and grandfather lean toward the storm while my mother was constantly afraid and wanting to retreat and this image reflects how they lived their lives, the men eager to know nature and the mystery of life and my mother afraid of such.
When I was small my father played a recording of Warshaw Concerto and I began to cry and scream. I was very young and could not tell him that our house disappeared and I was sitting in the dark with lights exploding above me and my ears were full of long sounds that burst above me. From a very young age I’ve remembered either past life or collective memory and to-day from you I’ve realised the purpose of this memory is to know why I cannot control life. I am part of the Mystery of Self Discovery: “Nature itself journeyed, seeking illumination.”
Dearest Paulo, walk gently as you walk deeply in the Mystery.
…the power to carry on..to change life and to consciously share your life/mind with others……thank you
stages and statuses in the life cycle…..in the quiet
qara
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