Comments on: Twenty years later: Between Ekaterinburg and Novosibirsk http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/ updated on Monday, Wednesday, Friday Tue, 14 Feb 2012 16:06:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Soria http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515285 Soria Mon, 16 Apr 2007 10:52:40 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515285 Hello Mr.Paulo Thanks for all your work and also to make us know that we're not alone in this path. I know it's so hard to be always in top I know even we rise and rise ,we could unfortanlly be down I know it's hard to watch our dreams going away I know it's so difficult to keep faithing in God Becaus as we fall down the harricane of dispair catch us without out awaring us All I hope that everytime I get weak ,I could face all the worst things even there's only a little spark of light around me and I pray for everyone will find their own way Hello Mr.Paulo
Thanks for all your work and also to make us know that we’re not alone in this path.
I know it’s so hard to be always in top
I know even we rise and rise ,we could unfortanlly be down
I know it’s hard to watch our dreams going away
I know it’s so difficult to keep faithing in God
Becaus as we fall down the harricane of dispair catch us without out awaring us
All I hope that everytime I get weak ,I could face all the worst things even there’s only a little spark of light around me
and I pray for everyone will find their own way

]]> By: archere http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515284 archere Wed, 14 Jun 2006 14:10:47 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515284 Nice site. Thank to work... Nice site. Thank to work…

]]> By: Andrew (student, Russia) http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515281 Andrew (student, Russia) Thu, 01 Jun 2006 07:11:47 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515281 Few days have passed since I have read the message from Debby and her dream. In this days something, that Koelho called signes, happened with me. I will write only that I understand. 1. Koelho can show us the way. But he doesn't show us the goal. 2. There are 3 groups of readers. Firsts are seeking and exchanging the spirit energy. Seconds know their way (it's wrong), and they want others to confirm it. They give us only trouble. Thirds are mistaken as Seconds, but they can understand it. I was in 2 group. Now in 3, and this massege will move me in the 1 group. This is the Debby's message: "Debbie Holmes, USA Says: May 23rd, 2006 at 11:40 am Dear Paulo, ... I then had a dream about you. In it, you were in a storm, (much like the one you described in one of your postings) trying to find shelter, as all of your fans followed you, while their outer garments were being blown about. We, your fans, were scrambling to find our own garments and personal belongings, but they were all mixed in together with yours. I realized, as I struggled to find my own, that any of these garments could be worn by any of us. We were all trying to find the same shelter, and all looking for our own personal garments. ... Your Brick Wall, Deb" Few days have passed since I have read the message from Debby and her dream. In this days something, that Koelho called signes, happened with me.

I will write only that I understand.

1. Koelho can show us the way. But he doesn’t show us the goal.

2. There are 3 groups of readers. Firsts are seeking and exchanging the spirit energy. Seconds know their way (it’s wrong), and they want others to confirm it. They give us only trouble. Thirds are mistaken as Seconds, but they can understand it.

I was in 2 group. Now in 3, and this massege will move me in the 1 group.

This is the Debby’s message:

“Debbie Holmes, USA Says:
May 23rd, 2006 at 11:40 am
Dear Paulo,
…
I then had a dream about you.
In it, you were in a storm, (much like the one you described in one of your postings) trying to find shelter, as all of your fans followed you, while their outer garments were being blown about.
We, your fans, were scrambling to find our own garments and personal belongings, but they were all mixed in together with yours.
I realized, as I struggled to find my own, that any of these garments could be worn by any of us. We were all trying to find the same shelter, and all looking for our own personal garments.
…
Your Brick Wall,
Deb”

]]> By: Soxshui http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515282 Soxshui Wed, 31 May 2006 21:46:23 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515282 "God knows that we are life’s artists. One day he gives us a chisel to make sculptures, the next day brushes and a canvas, and then a pen for writing. But we will never be able to use a chisel on a canvas, or a pen on a sculpture. Each day has its own miracle. I must accept today’s blessings in order to create what I have; if I do this with a sense of detachment and without feeling guilty, tomorrow I shall receive more." How true this is, and by Gods grace, suffice for each day, the blessings do continue to grow. “God knows that we are life’s artists. One day he gives us a chisel to make sculptures, the next day brushes and a canvas, and then a pen for writing. But we will never be able to use a chisel on a canvas, or a pen on a sculpture. Each day has its own miracle. I must accept today’s blessings in order to create what I have; if I do this with a sense of detachment and without feeling guilty, tomorrow I shall receive more.”

How true this is, and by Gods grace, suffice for each day, the blessings do continue to grow.

]]> By: Anne http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515280 Anne Wed, 31 May 2006 21:04:32 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515280 I have just read "The Zahir" and I liked it very much. I wish you all the best in your journey. I have just read “The Zahir” and I liked it very much.
I wish you all the best in your journey.

]]> By: Anne http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515277 Anne Wed, 31 May 2006 20:44:25 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515277 Years ago when the fighting was going on in the Balkans, I remember watching the news and looking at pictures of villages: little white houses with shutters and red roofs. It could almost have been a picture of the village I grew up in France. And then I remembered that my own parents had lived through a war too, in the forties. The houses too will have been the witnesses of fighting and of horror. I have just read "The Zahir", in English as I lived in England. However the first time I read one of your novels, I borrowed it from the local library in the French section. It was called: "Veronica décide de mourir". Since then I have read most of your work, apart from "The Warrior of Light", next on my list. Often your novels bring me to tears: they open a part of myself that I thought I had shut tight.But this is good. It's too easy to go through the motions trying not to feel.The brain has a funny way of shutting away the unpleasantness of the world and of our life. But the heart always remembers. Wishing you all the best in your journey. Years ago when the fighting was going on in the Balkans, I remember watching the news and looking at pictures of villages: little white houses with shutters and red roofs. It could almost have been a picture of the village I grew up in France.
And then I remembered that my own parents had lived through a war too, in the forties.
The houses too will have been the witnesses of fighting and of horror.
I have just read “The Zahir”, in English as I lived in England.
However the first time I read one of your novels, I borrowed it from the local library in the French section. It was called: “Veronica décide de mourir”. Since then I have read most of your work, apart from “The Warrior of Light”, next on my list.
Often your novels bring me to tears: they open a part of myself that I thought I had shut tight.But this is good. It’s too easy to go through the motions trying not to feel.The brain has a funny way of shutting away the unpleasantness of the world and of our life. But the heart always remembers.
Wishing you all the best in your journey.

]]> By: Aaron http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515279 Aaron Wed, 31 May 2006 19:33:17 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515279 I love keeping up on this blog and it has encouraged me over the past few days especially. Sometimes I want things to happen so badly I can taste them but travel takes time and reading about how we eventually arrive at our destinations is encouraging and uplifting I love keeping up on this blog and it has encouraged me over the past few days especially. Sometimes I want things to happen so badly I can taste them but travel takes time and reading about how we eventually arrive at our destinations is encouraging and uplifting

]]> By: Christine Engel http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515278 Christine Engel Wed, 31 May 2006 10:16:19 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515278 Paulo, I feel with the Path you walk and the people you know you are aware of this information. It came to-day and 'someting inside of me' feels familiar. For this past week or so, on one level I've felt very 'stretched, unsteady and pumbled' and relate this to the Earth stretching and moving yet what is now being revealed makes sense in my veins and bones. walk gently Christine Bosnia: Land of Pyramids And New Wonders SARAJEVO - New wonders related to purported pyramids in central Bosnia-Herzegovina may soon transform the tiny Balkan country into a world archaeological giant, backers of the pyramids theory are arguing. A Sarajevo-born American Semir Osmanagic, who strikingly resembles the famous action-movie hero Indiana Jones, still claims that the alleged pyramids in Bosnia were built by a highly-developed civilisation thousands of years ago. The new evidence discovered in the system of tunnels under the biggest alleged pyramid - the Pyramid of the Sun - in the central Bosnian town of Visoko, Osmanagic told a press conference in Sarajevo, proves the existence of a developed civilisation in that area some 12 000 years ago. "While working in the tunnel, we recently discovered huge sandstone monoliths with some symbols engraved on one of them," said Osmanagic. Symbols, something like arrows and some also looking like today's letter "E" Osmanagic said, were probably letters of an ancient writing system. The sample pictures of the symbols discovered in the tunnels under the local Visocica Hill were sent for further analyses to Egypt. An expert for ancient letters and languages, he said, should join a team of Egyptian experts, expected to arrive soon in Bosnia and examine what is believed to be Bosnian Pyramid Valley, about 30km north from Sarajevo. Besides three purported pyramids - one each for the sun, the moon and a dragon - that he discovered since April last year, when first researches started near Visoko, Osmanagic now claims another two significantly smaller pyramids exist in the valley. He called them the Pyramid of Mother Earth and the Pyramid of Love. 'Great Achaemenid Era' Irrigation Channel Discovered Near Persepolis Archeological excavations and geophysical studies by the joint Iranian-French team in Fars province led to unearthing of an irrigation channel belonging to the Achaemenid era (648-330 BC) in an area between Persepolis and the city of Estakhr (pool) in Fars province. The remains of an irrigation channel belonging to the Achaemenid era have been discovered in the northern part of Persepolis which according to geophysical studies must have continued to the Estakhr city. Archeological evidence shows that this channel was constructed using natural elements. However, in some parts the channel was blocked by hard cliffs but the people of the time scraped the stone and by using rubbles they constructed the path of the channel to direct the water of Polvar (Sivand) River to Marvdasht Plain where the ancient palace of Persepolis is located, said Mohammad Feizkhah, Iranian head of Iranian-French archeology team in Marvdasht, Fars province. Last year the remains of another irrigation channel had been discovered in Persepolis which was used to collect water in the palace. However, this new discovered channel is longer than the previous one. This channel is 4 kilometers in length and is considered a long channel considering the time during which it was constructed and the limited facilities that were available at that time. The channel started from Polvar River with a steep slope and the closer it got to Persepolis, the less steep it became which indicates that the purpose of its constructors was to speed up the transferring of water to Persepolis during that time, added Feizkhah. Israel Scientists Find Underground Tunnels JERUSALEM - Underground chambers and tunnels used during a Jewish revolt against the Romans nearly 2,000 years ago have been uncovered in northern Israel, archaeologists said. The Jews laid in supplies and were preparing to hide from the Romans during their revolt in A.D. 66-70, the experts said. The pits, which are linked by short tunnels, would have served as a concealed subterranean home. Yardenna Alexandre of the Israel Antiquities Authority said the find shows the ancient Jews planned and prepared for the uprising, contrary to the common perception that the revolt began spontaneously. "It definitely was not spontaneous," Alexandre said. "The Jews of that time certainly did prepare for it, with underground hideaways here and in other sites we have found." The underground chambers at the Israeli Arab village of Kfar Kana, north of Nazareth, were built from housing materials common at the time and hidden directly beneath the floors of aboveground homes - giving families direct access to the hideouts. Other refuges found from the time of the revolt are hewn out of rock. "This construction was very well camouflaged inside one of the houses," Alexandre said. "There are three pits under this house and one tunnel leading to another pit. There are 11 storage jars in that pit." Built like igloos, the chambers are wide at the base and small at the top. The tunnels between them are short and the ceilings are too low for standing upright.   Paulo, I feel with the Path you walk and the people you know you are aware of this information.

It came to-day and ‘someting inside of me’ feels familiar. For this past week or so, on one level I’ve felt very ‘stretched, unsteady and pumbled’ and relate this to the Earth stretching and moving yet what is now being revealed makes sense in my veins and bones.
walk gently Christine

Bosnia: Land of Pyramids And New Wonders

SARAJEVO – New wonders related to purported pyramids in central Bosnia-Herzegovina may soon transform the tiny Balkan country into a world archaeological giant, backers of the pyramids theory are arguing.
A Sarajevo-born American Semir Osmanagic, who strikingly resembles the famous action-movie hero Indiana Jones, still claims that the alleged pyramids in Bosnia were built by a highly-developed civilisation thousands of years ago.
The new evidence discovered in the system of tunnels under the biggest alleged pyramid – the Pyramid of the Sun – in the central Bosnian town of Visoko, Osmanagic told a press conference in Sarajevo, proves the existence of a developed civilisation in that area some 12 000 years ago. “While working in the tunnel, we recently discovered huge sandstone monoliths with some symbols engraved on one of them,” said Osmanagic. Symbols, something like arrows and some also looking like today’s letter “E” Osmanagic said, were probably letters of an ancient writing system.
The sample pictures of the symbols discovered in the tunnels under the local Visocica Hill were sent for further analyses to Egypt. An expert for ancient letters and languages, he said, should join a team of Egyptian experts, expected to arrive soon in Bosnia and examine what is believed to be Bosnian Pyramid Valley, about 30km north from Sarajevo.
Besides three purported pyramids – one each for the sun, the moon and a dragon – that he discovered since April last year, when first researches started near Visoko, Osmanagic now claims another two significantly smaller pyramids exist in the valley. He called them the Pyramid of Mother Earth and the Pyramid of Love.
‘Great Achaemenid Era’ Irrigation Channel Discovered Near Persepolis
Archeological excavations and geophysical studies by the joint Iranian-French team in Fars province led to unearthing of an irrigation channel belonging to the Achaemenid era (648-330 BC) in an area between Persepolis and the city of Estakhr (pool) in Fars province.
The remains of an irrigation channel belonging to the Achaemenid era have been discovered in the northern part of Persepolis which according to geophysical studies must have continued to the Estakhr city. Archeological evidence shows that this channel was constructed using natural elements. However, in some parts the channel was blocked by hard cliffs but the people of the time scraped the stone and by using rubbles they constructed the path of the channel to direct the water of Polvar (Sivand) River to Marvdasht Plain where the ancient palace of Persepolis is located, said Mohammad Feizkhah, Iranian head of Iranian-French archeology team in Marvdasht, Fars province.
Last year the remains of another irrigation channel had been discovered in Persepolis which was used to collect water in the palace. However, this new discovered channel is longer than the previous one. This channel is 4 kilometers in length and is considered a long channel considering the time during which it was constructed and the limited facilities that were available at that time. The channel started from Polvar River with a steep slope and the closer it got to Persepolis, the less steep it became which indicates that the purpose of its constructors was to speed up the transferring of water to Persepolis during that time, added Feizkhah.
Israel Scientists Find Underground Tunnels
JERUSALEM – Underground chambers and tunnels used during a Jewish revolt against the Romans nearly 2,000 years ago have been uncovered in northern Israel, archaeologists said. The Jews laid in supplies and were preparing to hide from the Romans during their revolt in A.D. 66-70, the experts said. The pits, which are linked by short tunnels, would have served as a concealed subterranean home.
Yardenna Alexandre of the Israel Antiquities Authority said the find shows the ancient Jews planned and prepared for the uprising, contrary to the common perception that the revolt began spontaneously.
“It definitely was not spontaneous,” Alexandre said. “The Jews of that time certainly did prepare for it, with underground hideaways here and in other sites we have found.”
The underground chambers at the Israeli Arab village of Kfar Kana, north of Nazareth, were built from housing materials common at the time and hidden directly beneath the floors of aboveground homes – giving families direct access to the hideouts. Other refuges found from the time of the revolt are hewn out of rock.
“This construction was very well camouflaged inside one of the houses,” Alexandre said. “There are three pits under this house and one tunnel leading to another pit. There are 11 storage jars in that pit.”
Built like igloos, the chambers are wide at the base and small at the top. The tunnels between them are short and the ceilings are too low for standing upright.
 

]]> By: Andrey http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515276 Andrey Wed, 31 May 2006 08:45:07 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515276 Hello Paulo Coelho! The reasons which have induced me to write to you the letter, are trivial enough, and first of them consists that I wish to inform you that I work above the libretto in which basis your novel "The Devil and senhorita Prim" is put. I wish to inform you and that this work approaches end. Taking an opportunity, I also wish to express you all gratitude and gratitude that you involuntarily, that not suspecting, through the novel, through its heroes have inspired me on this interesting work. As to other reasons which have induced me to address to you here all is much more complex. I dare to assure, these reasons as are not connected with my creativity. They are connected mainly by that I already am now compelled to think of the further destiny of the work. I already tried to interest in this theme theatres, but have received from them refusals under plausible excuses: such plan they performances do not put that, they put only classics+ And after such fruitless circulations at me the pessimistic opinion was created only - they earn money only on dead. Alive them do not interest at all, with them it is a lot of problems+ But it is one party. The second is connected with composers. They too people, and too to eat want. For free-of-charge and on one enthusiasm to anybody from them music to write it would not be desirable. Here the vicious circle also turns out. With you too not all is simple. Not so long ago I have learned, that you not the supporter of statement of the products on a stage though in a youth when yet did not write the products, worked in sphere of show of business+ My attitude to above ranked things it is possible to tell cleanly amateur, that is I have no direct attitude neither to theatre, nor to music, to poetry. I have devoted the Most part of a life to sports, and it was for the time being the greatest my hobby. But sports career is not has gone right, and after the termination of technical university I have gone to work as the engineer-designer as whom I work and to this day. About four years ago, when I for the first time have collided with a genre of a musical, it has captivated me the variety, expressiveness, staginess, dramatic character, musicality and even that in it that would seem in any way compatibly was combined sometimes! As a result of all it it wanted to me to create something+ Work above the libretto as I have already told, approaches end, but questions together with it at me arises more and more and more, and the answer while actually is not received any ? Until recently by naivety I thought, that the interesting and unusual theme mentioned in your novel, at once will find the response at creatively people involved in sphere of theatre, and they at once will want the same as also I, to carry out statement, and from its part in every possible way to it will promote. And when we the general efforts shall reach more significant and indicative results, rather than that I have reached alone, we shall address already to you with the request to pass the final decision: "To be or to not be?" However there was absolutely all not so. Statement is necessary while only to me to one. Therefore I, not having thought up am more than anything else, have decided to address personally to you for support and the help. With the best regards, Terekhov Andrey. Russia, Moscow Hello Paulo Coelho!
The reasons which have induced me to write to you the letter, are trivial enough, and first of them consists that I wish to inform you that I work above the libretto in which basis your novel “The Devil and senhorita Prim” is put. I wish to inform you and that this work approaches end. Taking an opportunity, I also wish to express you all gratitude and gratitude that you involuntarily, that not suspecting, through the novel, through its heroes have inspired me on this interesting work.
As to other reasons which have induced me to address to you here all is much more complex. I dare to assure, these reasons as are not connected with my creativity. They are connected mainly by that I already am now compelled to think of the further destiny of the work. I already tried to interest in this theme theatres, but have received from them refusals under plausible excuses: such plan they performances do not put that, they put only classics+ And after such fruitless circulations at me the pessimistic opinion was created only – they earn money only on dead. Alive them do not interest at all, with them it is a lot of problems+
But it is one party. The second is connected with composers. They too people, and too to eat want. For free-of-charge and on one enthusiasm to anybody from them music to write it would not be desirable. Here the vicious circle also turns out.
With you too not all is simple. Not so long ago I have learned, that you not the supporter of statement of the products on a stage though in a youth when yet did not write the products, worked in sphere of show of business+
My attitude to above ranked things it is possible to tell cleanly amateur, that is I have no direct attitude neither to theatre, nor to music, to poetry. I have devoted the Most part of a life to sports, and it was for the time being the greatest my hobby. But sports career is not has gone right, and after the termination of technical university I have gone to work as the engineer-designer as whom I work and to this day.
About four years ago, when I for the first time have collided with a genre of a musical, it has captivated me the variety, expressiveness, staginess, dramatic character, musicality and even that in it that would seem in any way compatibly was combined sometimes! As a result of all it it wanted to me to create something+
Work above the libretto as I have already told, approaches end, but questions together with it at me arises more and more and more, and the answer while actually is not received any ?
Until recently by naivety I thought, that the interesting and unusual theme mentioned in your novel, at once will find the response at creatively people involved in sphere of theatre, and they at once will want the same as also I, to carry out statement, and from its part in every possible way to it will promote. And when we the general efforts shall reach more significant and indicative results, rather than that I have reached alone, we shall address already to you with the request to pass the final decision: “To be or to not be?”
However there was absolutely all not so. Statement is necessary while only to me to one. Therefore I, not having thought up am more than anything else, have decided to address personally to you for support and the help.

With the best regards,
Terekhov Andrey.
Russia, Moscow

]]> By: John van Rijn http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515275 John van Rijn Wed, 31 May 2006 06:31:05 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515275 These are interesting thoughts you have today. They are certainly of use to many people, myself included. Siberia! I once wanted to visit it, too, but I have actually forgotten about that idea. There are so many places I still want/need to see... On the agenda for coming month is a visit to the football stadium on the World Championships in Germany. Wow, the Brazillian team is awesome, if you only look which great players are part of it! We all love the Brazilians, they play an attractive game, with all of their hearts, especially Ronaldinho, of course. Let's hope, that all this talent will be rewarded with good results. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. My country also has a 'tradition' of attractive football; but they have been placed in a difficult group, with Argentina, Servia/Yugoslavia and Ivory Coast. I wonder how the Dutch team will do... Enjoy your stay! Regards John These are interesting thoughts you have today. They are certainly of use to many people, myself included. Siberia! I once wanted to visit it, too, but I have actually forgotten about that idea. There are so many places I still want/need to see…
On the agenda for coming month is a visit to the football stadium on the World Championships in Germany. Wow, the Brazillian team is awesome, if you only look which great players are part of it! We all love the Brazilians, they play an attractive game, with all of their hearts, especially Ronaldinho, of course. Let’s hope, that all this talent will be rewarded with good results. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
My country also has a ‘tradition’ of attractive football; but they have been placed in a difficult group, with Argentina, Servia/Yugoslavia and Ivory Coast. I wonder how the Dutch team will do…
Enjoy your stay!

Regards
John

]]> By: Consiliere http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515274 Consiliere Wed, 31 May 2006 01:19:36 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515274 Your blog is my favourite late night reading. Carry on walking and writing your diary and do not miss to share it with others! Your blog is my favourite late night reading. Carry on walking and writing your diary and do not miss to share it with others!

]]> By: Christine Engel http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515273 Christine Engel Tue, 30 May 2006 23:54:21 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515273 Greetings Pilgrim...Points I ponder. Is it a coincidence that the stitching on your shoe is the shape of a scallop? Do you look down and see it as a symbol to keep walking? What is it about Novosibirsk? Ever since I read Entering the Circle by Olga Kharitidi 'the area' has repeatedly come into focus. My new work colleague was born and grew up there. I met a woman at a writer's day, she was born there. Perhaps it is past life...perhaps future life? Paulo, I do hope you write something from Novosibirsk! walk gently.. To-day Sydney is bright. Rain has fallen and the sun reflects of a refreshed city which is a stark contrast to my neighbors in Indonesia where volanco ash floats down over dust from Earthquake and Timor where fires destroy the homes of people who fight for freedom and the smoke from guns rises over shattered bodies. We do indeed live in multiple realities. Greetings Pilgrim…Points I ponder.
Is it a coincidence that the stitching on your shoe is the shape of a scallop? Do you look down and see it as a symbol to keep walking?

What is it about Novosibirsk? Ever since I read Entering the Circle by Olga Kharitidi ‘the area’ has repeatedly come into focus. My new work colleague was born and grew up there. I met a woman at a writer’s day, she was born there. Perhaps it is past life…perhaps future life?
Paulo, I do hope you write something from Novosibirsk!
walk gently..
To-day Sydney is bright. Rain has fallen and the sun reflects of a refreshed city which is a stark contrast to my neighbors in Indonesia where volanco ash floats down over dust from Earthquake and Timor where fires destroy the homes of people who fight for freedom and the smoke from guns rises over shattered bodies. We do indeed live in multiple realities.

]]> By: Fuego http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515272 Fuego Tue, 30 May 2006 23:53:22 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515272 About the sexual repression, that`s a geographical matter. Here in the tropics we have historically enjoied a healthy and great sexual life. We`ve had all what it takes: long beaches, sunsets, hot weather, humid air, brilliant sky and of course, we eat beans. The sexual repression can be cured, maybe inventing a wonderful technology to clean out the clouds from over the city, so the people is able to see the sun, or at least, using ordinary lamps and uv lamps. In that way depression can be treated and in some cases achieving the total cure. Other things that can work: - eat great ammounts of sugar - drink at least 2 cups of coffe daily - drink some water, and - love, love, love There is no secret, there is no mistery about loving. Just have to reach it. Unfortunately, one day of the xix century, a group of people left behind the cloudy lands and decided that they were curing us, the tropical people of a disease that only they owned. This is the kind of things that happen in a wounded Universe, and are spreading all over. But the xx century has passed already.   About the sexual repression, that`s a geographical matter. Here in the tropics we have historically enjoied a healthy and great sexual life. We`ve had all what it takes: long beaches, sunsets, hot weather, humid air, brilliant sky and of course, we eat beans. The sexual repression can be cured, maybe inventing a wonderful technology to clean out the clouds from over the city, so the people is able to see the sun, or at least, using ordinary lamps and uv lamps. In that way depression can be treated and in some cases achieving the total cure.
Other things that can work:
- eat great ammounts of sugar
- drink at least 2 cups of coffe daily
- drink some water, and
- love, love, love
There is no secret, there is no mistery about loving. Just have to reach it.

Unfortunately, one day of the xix century, a group of people left behind the cloudy lands and decided that they were curing us, the tropical people of a disease that only they owned. This is the kind of things that happen in a wounded Universe, and are spreading all over. But the xx century has passed already.

 

]]> By: km http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515271 km Tue, 30 May 2006 22:21:30 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515271 Paulo, I hope your journey is going well. I was thinking about you today as I was shoping with my girlfriend in Galway. We were walking from store to store. I was thinking about what you wrote in the blog about almost not going on. I'm not sure but I think that someone said that your wife had left you. Also reading the Zalire I thought this was true. Then I thought of myself. I am working for a family member at the moment and I had to take over management of the store. I am much like the captain going down with a ship that is not mine. The ship falling apart around me as I try to stear it clear the water breaking through my cabbin as I stand at the wheel. All awhile I was thinking these things as I was walking around the shops. Then I thought about what it would be like to have your money!! First I would buy a nice Irish home and a car and shop till I drop around these shops...The funny thing was while I was thinking of you and all these silly things the eletricity went in the shop and five to six shops around it. As I walked down the street an alarm started to ring from another shop on account of the power cut. It was a funny thing. Later I bought myself a Zippo lighter to make myself happy and to spend a bit of cash while I still have some. Inscribed on it it said "Trinity Love Knot" "Eternal love...No Beginning...No End" and that was my day. Hope you enjoy my new website.. K Paulo,
I hope your journey is going well. I was thinking about you today as I was shoping with my girlfriend in Galway. We were walking from store to store. I was thinking about what you wrote in the blog about almost not going on. I’m not sure but I think that someone said that your wife had left you. Also reading the Zalire I thought this was true. Then I thought of myself. I am working for a family member at the moment and I had to take over management of the store. I am much like the captain going down with a ship that is not mine. The ship falling apart around me as I try to stear it clear the water breaking through my cabbin as I stand at the wheel. All awhile I was thinking these things as I was walking around the shops. Then I thought about what it would be like to have your money!! First I would buy a nice Irish home and a car and shop till I drop around these shops…The funny thing was while I was thinking of you and all these silly things the eletricity went in the shop and five to six shops around it. As I walked down the street an alarm started to ring from another shop on account of the power cut. It was a funny thing. Later I bought myself a Zippo lighter to make myself happy and to spend a bit of cash while I still have some. Inscribed on it it said “Trinity Love Knot” “Eternal love…No Beginning…No End”

and that was my day. Hope you enjoy my new website..

K

]]> By: Raji http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515270 Raji Tue, 30 May 2006 20:12:19 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515270 Dear Paulo One of my friends(also an ardent fan/follower of yours) shared this link with me today. And when I read your most recent blog(I still have a lot to catch up on), I could relate to every word you had written. I couldnt hold myself from commenting and telling you to keep going. You are an inspiration and your words are manna for the soul. Ever since I read the Alchemist about 2 years ago, I've been hooked to your writings. In this modern day, your writing offers a fresh and updated 21st century outlook to life and relationships. I have often wondered how you could put in writing so wonderfully what each of us feels and experiences at some time in our lives. Many times, when I read your novels, my eyes sparkle like a bulb lit- recognising the " thats me" connection. I enjoyed reading your illustrative description about the bicycle journey. So true and so meaningful. The writings of the sufi saint- very insightful! And I have taken the dragon analogy, saved it for use in the future. We are standing by the sidelines rooting for you. Dont forget to keep us updated and provide us those pearls of wisdom that we so look forward to. Raji Dear Paulo

One of my friends(also an ardent fan/follower of yours) shared this link with me today. And when I read your most recent blog(I still have a lot to catch up on), I could relate to every word you had written. I couldnt hold myself from commenting and telling you to keep going. You are an inspiration and your words are manna for the soul.

Ever since I read the Alchemist about 2 years ago, I’ve been hooked to your writings. In this modern day, your writing offers a fresh and updated 21st century outlook to life and relationships. I have often wondered how you could put in writing so wonderfully what each of us feels and experiences at some time in our lives. Many times, when I read your novels, my eyes sparkle like a bulb lit- recognising the ” thats me” connection.

I enjoyed reading your illustrative description about the bicycle journey. So true and so meaningful. The writings of the sufi saint- very insightful! And I have taken the dragon analogy, saved it for use in the future.

We are standing by the sidelines rooting for you. Dont forget to keep us updated and provide us those pearls of wisdom that we so look forward to.

Raji

]]> By: Marina http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515262 Marina Tue, 30 May 2006 19:38:24 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515262 Dear Paulo, I've never known such words about bycicles! One of your colleagues once said, that telepathy exists: it's things written down: you send your ideas to people through distances and years! So a lot of people may buy a bycicle tomorrow, some of them can become sportsmen, and maybe one will find his destiny in riding his bike. Other people may think about their private life and try to change something - win the race, which you've told about. Maybe someone only read your text and became more happily.:)) I decided to change something. To make my life "a bike racing", to feel my Road, to find friends. (I didn't WANT, i DECIDED!:) ) Today I did the only things, which I needed to do to go ahead with enthusiasm. (I even made a little party for my mom and granny, and talked to my dad by phone for a long time, without agression at all!) I send this to you with love, Paulo. At the Moscow-readers'-party you reminded me something, that I once forgot: "You can do whatever you want." (Except for other good words.) That filled my life with light, and by now it has't faded; it grew brighter and warmer! I want it to touch you here, on your blog!:) PS. When you signed a book for me, I asked you wether you speak English.:))))) It doesn't matter. Your eyes told me so much!:) Love, Marina. Dear Paulo, I’ve never known such words about bycicles! One of your colleagues once said, that telepathy exists: it’s things written down: you send your ideas to people through distances and years! So a lot of people may buy a bycicle tomorrow, some of them can become sportsmen, and maybe one will find his destiny in riding his bike. Other people may think about their private life and try to change something – win the race, which you’ve told about. Maybe someone only read your text and became more happily.:))
I decided to change something. To make my life “a bike racing”, to feel my Road, to find friends. (I didn’t WANT, i DECIDED!:) ) Today I did the only things, which I needed to do to go ahead with enthusiasm. (I even made a little party for my mom and granny, and talked to my dad by phone for a long time, without agression at all!)
I send this to you with love, Paulo. At the Moscow-readers’-party you reminded me something, that I once forgot: “You can do whatever you want.” (Except for other good words.) That filled my life with light, and by now it has’t faded; it grew brighter and warmer! I want it to touch you here, on your blog!:)
PS. When you signed a book for me, I asked you wether you speak English.:))))) It doesn’t matter. Your eyes told me so much!:)
Love, Marina.

]]> By: Thea http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515254 Thea Tue, 30 May 2006 09:59:30 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515254 Paulo, Your words have again have stirred thought and reflection. You have a gift in the palm of your hand....thank you for opening your hand and sharing it. Thea Paulo,

Your words have again have stirred thought and reflection. You have a gift in the palm of your hand….thank you for opening your hand and sharing it.

Thea

]]> By: Rayan http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515269 Rayan Tue, 30 May 2006 09:37:08 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515269 the last proverb of dragons is a shameful truth. People seem to look for the nearest thing to throw their faults at, and rest. the last proverb of dragons is a shameful truth. People seem to look for the nearest thing to throw their faults at, and rest.

]]> By: Frank http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515268 Frank Tue, 30 May 2006 09:10:57 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515268 Dear Paulo, You are not alone! As you accompanied our lives and left a profound trace within them, we will always accompany you! For some time I was not able to follow your blog, since I was too occupied with my own 'legend'. But thanks to technology I am now able to read all your last postings and thanks to technology I could call on this beautiful morning in Berlin a friend of mine in Panama, who was just about for going to bed, and read her your beautiful prayer of 26th. She has a presentation for a job tomorrow (or today), a creative job as designer, a big opportunity for her, and a step farther in her 'personal legend'. She was quite nervous, but with your prayer, she said, she will have tranquile dreams. Thank you! ***** Siberia! Is it just occasion, that it was a strong experience in Siberia (among others), that paved my personal path? During an expedition during my studies to the great nature of the Altai mountains 10 years ago happened something, which nowadays I would call a miracle: On one of the last days our group went to the Telezko lake to visit a cascade. Enthusiastic about the beauty of the cascade, the rocks (I am geologist) and the supposed nice view from above, I climbed up the hill, but while trying to wash my hands, I fell into the small but strong river bed. It was tearing me down, I could not grap any rock or roots and almost lost consciousness. Only in the last moment, some 2 meters in front of the cascade, that went down for about 15 meters, the water was a bit more quiet and I was able to get out with my last power. It took me some 15 minutes to get conscious of about what had happened: I would not have survived falling down the cascade! And I started to tremble for having had an encounter with Death. A friends comment was: 'You really seem to possess a guardian angel!' ... ;-) ***** And it took me 10 more years of up and downs, beautiful and bad experiences, professional and private ones, some strong strokes and several books of you, dear Paulo, to overcome my dogmatic 'conditioning' of the communist block and 'atheistic' family. To notice that God is and has always been on my side! ('Frank, I am here, right on your side! You still don't recognize me? And I love you!') Maybe this is not the God that many religious people would like to see or to interprete. It is not an allmighty, but indeed a loving, perseverant and contradictionary God... Is it that strange to have such an experience at the age of 32? I don't know... ****** However, since it was you and a person that presumably left the road, who got me there, I want to finish this text with a dedication that wrote this person in a book on a spanish shepherd who is trying to fulfil his personal legend and his dream in the vast deserts of Africa (my first one): '...empieza una aventura, la única que te trae respuestas a tu corazón...' ('...begin an adventure, the only one that provides answers to your heart...') ***** Thank you Paulo! Thank you for having illuminated our lifes! We will follow your example, and follow our paths! Tebya shelayu vsevo choroshevo dlya tvoi posledniye dni v Rossiyi! E: Boa vinda em Alemanha! Frank, Berlin Dear Paulo,

You are not alone! As you accompanied our lives and left a profound trace within them, we will always accompany you!

For some time I was not able to follow your blog, since I was too occupied with my own ‘legend’. But thanks to technology I am now able to read all your last postings and thanks to technology I could call on this beautiful
morning in Berlin a friend of mine in Panama, who was just about for going to bed, and read her your beautiful prayer of 26th. She has a presentation for a job tomorrow (or today), a creative job as designer, a big opportunity for her, and a step farther in her ‘personal legend’. She was quite nervous, but with your prayer, she said, she will have tranquile dreams. Thank you!

*****

Siberia!
Is it just occasion, that it was a strong experience in Siberia (among others), that paved my personal path?
During an expedition during my studies to the great nature of the Altai mountains 10 years ago happened something, which nowadays I would call a miracle: On one of the last days our group went to the Telezko lake to visit a cascade. Enthusiastic about the beauty of the cascade, the rocks (I am geologist) and the supposed nice view from above, I climbed up the hill, but while trying to wash my hands, I fell into the small but strong river bed. It was tearing me down, I could not grap any rock or roots and almost lost consciousness. Only in the last moment, some 2 meters in front of the cascade, that went down for about 15 meters, the water was a bit more quiet and I was able to get out with my last power. It took me some 15 minutes to get conscious of about what had happened: I would not have survived falling down the cascade! And I started to tremble for having had an encounter with Death. A friends comment was: ‘You really seem to possess a guardian angel!’ … ;-)

*****

And it took me 10 more years of up and downs, beautiful and bad experiences, professional and private ones, some strong strokes and several books of you, dear Paulo, to overcome my dogmatic ‘conditioning’ of the communist block and ‘atheistic’ family. To notice that God is and has always been on my side! (‘Frank, I am here, right on your side! You still don’t recognize me? And I love you!’) Maybe this is not the God that many religious people would like to see or to interprete. It is not an allmighty, but indeed a loving, perseverant and contradictionary God…
Is it that strange to have such an experience at the age of 32? I don’t know…

******

However, since it was you and a person that presumably left the road, who got me there, I want to finish this text with a dedication that wrote this person in a book on a spanish shepherd who is trying to fulfil his personal legend and his dream in the vast deserts of Africa (my first one):

‘…empieza una aventura, la única que te trae respuestas a tu corazón…’
(‘…begin an adventure, the only one that provides answers to your heart…’)

*****

Thank you Paulo! Thank you for having illuminated our lifes! We will follow your example, and follow our paths!

Tebya shelayu vsevo choroshevo dlya tvoi posledniye dni v Rossiyi!

E: Boa vinda em Alemanha!

Frank, Berlin

]]> By: Beata Krzyżosiak (Mirrow) http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515267 Beata Krzyżosiak (Mirrow) Tue, 30 May 2006 08:22:02 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515267 Siberia... I read about polish people - and others - who were send there by Russians to work. The biggest impresion made on me a book of Gustaw Herling-Grudziński - "The other world" (I translate the title by my self but the meaning is for sure right). There are people who are like animals or worse. They want to stay alive - one day more because someday maybe they will be free. And they will do everything to keep they life in their hands. They are in a concentration camp and every day they are thiniking about freedom, about theirs home and family. Women aren't save in there... They have to stay away from the males during the evening. But there are also people who are understand how improtant is to be a human being. To be a human for other people and they are doing everything what they just can. F.e. one of the prisoner is hurting his self - he is burning his hand in the fire and because of that he don't have to work for Russians. He don't want to work for the enemy. And there are other examples how to be a human in a cruel world with no ruls... Siberia… I read about polish people – and others – who were send there by Russians to work. The biggest impresion made on me a book of Gustaw Herling-Grudziński – “The other world” (I translate the title by my self but the meaning is for sure right). There are people who are like animals or worse. They want to stay alive – one day more because someday maybe they will be free. And they will do everything to keep they life in their hands. They are in a concentration camp and every day they are thiniking about freedom, about theirs home and family. Women aren’t save in there… They have to stay away from the males during the evening. But there are also people who are understand how improtant is to be a human being. To be a human for other people and they are doing everything what they just can. F.e. one of the prisoner is hurting his self – he is burning his hand in the fire and because of that he don’t have to work for Russians. He don’t want to work for the enemy. And there are other examples how to be a human in a cruel world with no ruls…

]]> By: Pedro Rocha http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515266 Pedro Rocha Tue, 30 May 2006 06:49:43 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515266 Hello, Hope all is going well with the journey, i am awating for your next update with great interest on the 1st of June, another day and it would have been during my birthday hehehe. Safe Journey and may god protect you. Kind Regards, Pedro Hello,

Hope all is going well with the journey, i am awating for your next update with great interest on the 1st of June, another day and it would have been during my birthday hehehe.

Safe Journey and may god protect you.

Kind Regards,
Pedro

]]> By: Lisa http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515265 Lisa Tue, 30 May 2006 06:23:20 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515265 Hello again Earth Angel, As a writer for ten years, I do understand the power of words. After ungoing a very traumatic occurence, the anger inside was literally eating me away. So I picked up a pen and started to write a poem. It was very basic in it's format, but the meaning was still there. Which goes to prove what you typed. That what happens to us in a bad sense, can lead to joy in a way. Don't get me wrong the trauma is still trauma and I wish that I would have been given the opportunity to write and learnt lesson in a less painful way. I often wonder if had I walked a different path, would I still be at this point deep inside. Honestly, I don't believe I would be. Isn't it strange how some things can spark off torrents of thoughts that in 'other' circumstances would lie buried. Take Care Paulo *hugs* Love + Light Lisa p.s I will be making a copy of those Siberian Proverbs!! Hello again Earth Angel,

As a writer for ten years, I do understand the power of words. After ungoing a very traumatic occurence, the anger inside was literally eating me away. So I picked up a pen and started to write a poem. It was very basic in it’s format, but the meaning was still there. Which goes to prove what you typed. That what happens to us in a bad sense, can lead to joy in a way. Don’t get me wrong the trauma is still trauma and I wish that I would have been given the opportunity to write and learnt lesson in a less painful way.

I often wonder if had I walked a different path, would I still be at this point deep inside. Honestly, I don’t believe I would be.

Isn’t it strange how some things can spark off torrents of thoughts that in ‘other’ circumstances would lie buried.

Take Care Paulo

*hugs*

Love + Light

Lisa

p.s I will be making a copy of those Siberian Proverbs!!

]]> By: Daniel http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515264 Daniel Tue, 30 May 2006 04:39:46 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515264 Dear Paulo, I hope you are not bored of this, but I must praise you for your gifted talent in reaching out to people and teaching them to seek out their personal legend. You are a wonderful person. I have read 'The Alchemist' and now every night I'm reading it again out loud to my 3 year old daughter as a bed time story. I really believe that even though she probably doesnt have the slightest clue of what I'm reading her, I belief your words will reach her heart somehow and ever strengthen her soul to such extent that she will be able to grow and become the person that carries the torch (light) in her. With this light I pray that she will use to light up her path and guide her to reach her personal legend as it has now lightened up my path. Previously, I always belief that God really works in mysterious ways. So mysterious that for my mind, I simply have no idea on how to understand His mysteries sometime. All that time I was constantly asking the question of why He has to work in such mysterious ways. Why does it have to be such a big puzzle. Not after reading your books and many of your writings that I realize now that God is no mystery at all. It is me that for a long time has been blinded by the light. As I try to devotedly look up to Him as a light, it has but blinded me and makes all things aroud me blurry and mysterious. Your words has now opened up my eyes. When I look around me, I realize now that He exists everywhere. He speaks to you, praises you, criticize you, teaches you, shelter you, keeps you warm, gives you food to eat. He is simply every where you look if you want to see Him. This wouldnt be possible for me to realize, if I dind't light up the light in me. I simply have to try to keep the fire burning on my torch of life (heart) and the light shall guide me to finding the answers to my questions. I pray that you will be kept alive by God for many years to come so that you can continue writing and inspire me and also help millions more people who are still lost in oblivion. Thank you. Daniel Dear Paulo,

I hope you are not bored of this, but I must praise you for your gifted talent in reaching out to people and teaching them to seek out their personal legend. You are a wonderful person.

I have read ‘The Alchemist’ and now every night I’m reading it again out loud to my 3 year old daughter as a bed time story. I really believe that even though she probably doesnt have the slightest clue of what I’m reading her, I belief your words will reach her heart somehow and ever strengthen her soul to such extent that she will be able to grow and become the person that carries the torch (light) in her. With this light I pray that she will use to light up her path and guide her to reach her personal legend as it has now lightened up my path.

Previously, I always belief that God really works in mysterious ways. So mysterious that for my mind, I simply have no idea on how to understand His mysteries sometime. All that time I was constantly asking the question of why He has to work in such mysterious ways. Why does it have to be such a big puzzle. Not after reading your books and many of your writings that I realize now that God is no mystery at all. It is me that for a long time has been blinded by the light. As I try to devotedly look up to Him as a light, it has but blinded me and makes all things aroud me blurry and mysterious. Your words has now opened up my eyes. When I look around me, I realize now that He exists everywhere. He speaks to you, praises you, criticize you, teaches you, shelter you, keeps you warm, gives you food to eat. He is simply every where you look if you want to see Him. This wouldnt be possible for me to realize, if I dind’t light up the light in me. I simply have to try to keep the fire burning on my torch of life (heart) and the light shall guide me to finding the answers to my questions.

I pray that you will be kept alive by God for many years to come so that you can continue writing and inspire me and also help millions more people who are still lost in oblivion.
Thank you.

Daniel

]]> By: -V http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515263 -V Tue, 30 May 2006 03:36:57 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515263 A quiet yet determined grandfather sat his young grandson down one Sunday afternoon to share this parable. "Inside of me and you and everyone for that matter there are two wolves. The grey wolf is dangerous and cunning and he is most happy when we turn our backs on family, friends, faith and the Spirit that designed everything we see and touch. You see, he wants us to do harm to ourselves and to others through thoughts, words and actions that are unpleasant and unkind. There is also a white wolf and she is just as big and just as strong as the grey wolf but she is peaceful and happy when we do good to others and love everyone as our brother or sister. When we are unkind, she is sad but deep inside us she encourages us to live like the Spirit and rejoice in the moments of happiness that we are offered each day. She is our friend but so too the grey wolf would tell you the same. Now I tell you this story my son because these wolves are very real inside of us and they are constantly in a battle for our allegiance. It is a fierce battle and one you must know about." The young boy with eyes wide asked his grandfather, "So which wolf will win this fight?" And the grandfather took his grandson's hands into his own and looked the boy directly in those searching eyes and said, "The one you feed the most." Thank you, dear warrior, for feeding our souls. The white wolf is happy tonight. -An Apprentice A quiet yet determined grandfather sat his young grandson down one Sunday afternoon to share this parable. “Inside of me and you and everyone for that matter there are two wolves. The grey wolf is dangerous and cunning and he is most happy when we turn our backs on family, friends, faith and the Spirit that designed everything we see and touch. You see, he wants us to do harm to ourselves and to others through thoughts, words and actions that are unpleasant and unkind. There is also a white wolf and she is just as big and just as strong as the grey wolf but she is peaceful and happy when we do good to others and love everyone as our brother or sister. When we are unkind, she is sad but deep inside us she encourages us to live like the Spirit and rejoice in the moments of happiness that we are offered each day. She is our friend but so too the grey wolf would tell you the same.

Now I tell you this story my son because these wolves are very real inside of us and they are constantly in a battle for our allegiance. It is a fierce battle and one you must know about.”

The young boy with eyes wide asked his grandfather, “So which wolf will win this fight?”

And the grandfather took his grandson’s hands into his own and looked the boy directly in those searching eyes and said, “The one you feed the most.”

Thank you, dear warrior, for feeding our souls. The white wolf is happy tonight.

-An Apprentice

]]> By: Christine Engel http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515261 Christine Engel Tue, 30 May 2006 03:07:20 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515261 ..Greetings. My thoughts and connections go on way beyond my capacity to keep up with myself. To-day I have 'downloaded' and understand if this is too long for the blog...I am totally gratefull to have cleared my Spirit which has felt sad lately. It is true that while many of us know we cannot walk in another's shoes or shaddow and it is wonderful to know how crowded the Path is. I love trains and the image of a train chuffing across Sibera has brought clarity to my journey. Right now I feel my life is moving across unknown terain...I cannot get off 'the train'...I cannot focus on what I want to do...patterns are constantly interrupted...change challenges every decision I make. On one seat I feel unsteady. From the carriage I see links I want to explore but the secenery changes, the journey accelerates and I've lost view of what is around me. From another seat the carriage is steady. I walk to work, family, friends, amenities and I am free to do so. In this large Sydney, I am minutes from everything I need and I have enough income to sustain a simple life. I ponder why I have this gifted life as hours away, thousands of Indonesians, are suffering. Everything they know has been destroyed by one massive Breath of the Earth. I've lived in Indonesia, my footprints are on the Land and the gentle people are in my Heart...I have little money to contribute to their restoration but my account with God is good and I can transfer unlimited Prayers. I am torn by the closeness of civil war in East Timor...then I'm back on a train in Sibera impacted by the numbers of people who have died along, around and across the track....many for the fight for freedom and many alone and lost in a forest of life be it a hunting accident or in birthing a new life. The Prayer of the Jewish man opens another window. Last week at the Writer's Festival I listened to poet, Jacob Rosenberg, who knows the same wisdom. Jacob reminded me of my father-in-law, Rudi, who walked free from Dacau days before war was officially declared. A lifetime later Rudi died peacefully while walking behind a lawn mower. He was an only child of a banking family who traded their fortune to secure his life. A privledged young gentleman of European culture he walked to freedom to discover the simple joy of mowing grass. He died peacefully. Yesterday I attended the funeral of a friend's Aunty. I never met Aunty Berry. Her life was a Path of hardship, challenge and celebration and she inspired people with her faith and trust in God. I saw through the family tears she'd sowen the grace of compassion into their hearts. It is not necessary to meet someone to know them. Paulo on WOL 121 you write about being happy and money. I remember the day a lover asked me, "Will you ever be happy?" My heart broke as I knew we were parting. His question touched my Soul and I knew I would never know happiness in a way he understood. I also knew I could not explain that to anyone...except a very special Priest...I call him the Renassiance Priest and I am blessed as we are Cousins. Each week I buy a lottery ticket as investment in my Dream to write and travel. While a small sum of money would bring welcome change to my life I know it would not necessarily bring happiness. I learned that lesson when I was 12. At that time my grandmother died and we learnt my aunt had embezzled and hid my Grandmother's money. As an only grandchild a portion of the estate had been set aside for my education however my Aunt had used the money to suck drugs into her veins. All accounts were emptied. In the following years I only saw her twice. She was an unwelcome guest at my father's funeral yet I felt to acknowledge her as somewhere I knew she must have loved my father. When my first son was born I asked could we visit. She said no and I walked away. Then 5 years ago I dreamed of her and knew she would soon die. I made contact. She hung up. I phoned back. I was not sure what was pushing me but I'd decided I would visit her and eventually she agreed. To my suprise I looked like her and realised we were similiar. We both loved writing and reading. Both loved radio plays, history, geography and animals. She began to speak about her happy childhood, of being loved by her parents and how she'd been a good and caring daughter, then for a brief moment, her eyes changed and she said something about needing to do what she did to live in the world. Of course she was referring to stealing money and I sensed she was revealing her denial of living the Path of Life, Death and Rebirth. I suddenly felt her choice of drugs had kept her safe from herself. She pushed a silver coaster into my hand and said she was giving me back my inheritance. I accepted the item and somehow felt her fear and insecurity diminish. That night she slipped into a coma and died a week later. I am sure there are many variations on the purpose money in our lives. Like many I know money cannot make us wealthy or happy and in all honesty I'd be a willing student in the experiment to know! Thank you Paulo, being able to write all this to strangers yet not being able to tell this to others is a strange twist of reality. Life is rich in many ways. How many sleeps to the Soccer... minus 10 I hear! walk gently. Christine ..Greetings. My thoughts and connections go on way beyond my capacity to keep up with myself.
To-day I have ‘downloaded’ and understand if this is too long for the blog…I am totally gratefull to have cleared my Spirit which has felt sad lately.

It is true that while many of us know we cannot walk in another’s shoes or shaddow and it is wonderful to know how crowded the Path is.

I love trains and the image of a train chuffing across Sibera has brought clarity to my journey.

Right now I feel my life is moving across unknown terain…I cannot get off ‘the train’…I cannot focus on what I want to do…patterns are constantly interrupted…change challenges every decision I make.

On one seat I feel unsteady. From the carriage I see links I want to explore but the secenery changes, the journey accelerates and I’ve lost view of what is around me.

From another seat the carriage is steady. I walk to work, family, friends, amenities and I am free to do so. In this large Sydney, I am minutes from everything I need and I have enough income to sustain a simple life.

I ponder why I have this gifted life as hours away, thousands of Indonesians, are suffering. Everything they know has been destroyed by one massive Breath of the Earth. I’ve lived in Indonesia, my footprints are on the Land and the gentle people are in my Heart…I have little money to contribute to their restoration but my account with God is good and I can transfer unlimited Prayers.

I am torn by the closeness of civil war in East Timor…then I’m back on a train in Sibera impacted by the numbers of people who have died along, around and across the track….many for the fight for freedom and many alone and lost in a forest of life be it a hunting accident or in birthing a new life.

The Prayer of the Jewish man opens another window. Last week at the Writer’s Festival I listened to poet, Jacob Rosenberg, who knows the same wisdom. Jacob reminded me of my father-in-law, Rudi, who walked free from Dacau days before war was officially declared. A lifetime later Rudi died peacefully while walking behind a lawn mower. He was an only child of a banking family who traded their fortune to secure his life.
A privledged young gentleman of European culture he walked to freedom to discover the simple joy of mowing grass. He died peacefully.

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a friend’s Aunty. I never met Aunty Berry. Her life was a Path of hardship, challenge and celebration and she inspired people with her faith and trust in God. I saw through the family tears she’d sowen the grace of compassion into their hearts. It is not necessary to meet someone to know them.

Paulo on WOL 121 you write about being happy and money.
I remember the day a lover asked me, “Will you ever be happy?” My heart broke as I knew we were parting. His question touched my Soul and I knew I would never know happiness in a way he understood. I also knew I could not explain that to anyone…except a very special Priest…I call him the Renassiance Priest and I am blessed as we are Cousins.

Each week I buy a lottery ticket as investment in my Dream to write and travel. While a small sum of money would bring welcome change to my life I know it would not necessarily bring happiness. I learned that lesson when I was 12.

At that time my grandmother died and we learnt my aunt had embezzled and hid my Grandmother’s money. As an only grandchild a portion of the estate had been set aside for my education however my Aunt had used the money to suck drugs into her veins. All accounts were emptied.

In the following years I only saw her twice. She was an unwelcome guest at my father’s funeral yet I felt to acknowledge her as somewhere I knew she must have loved my father. When my first son was born I asked could we visit. She said no and I walked away.
Then 5 years ago I dreamed of her and knew she would soon die. I made contact. She hung up. I phoned back. I was not sure what was pushing me but I’d decided I would visit her and eventually she agreed.

To my suprise I looked like her and realised we were similiar. We both loved writing and reading. Both loved radio plays, history, geography and animals. She began to speak about her happy childhood, of being loved by her parents and how she’d been a good and caring daughter, then for a brief moment, her eyes changed and she said something about needing to do what she did to live in the world.
Of course she was referring to stealing money and I sensed she was revealing her denial of living the Path of Life, Death and Rebirth. I suddenly felt her choice of drugs had kept her safe from herself.

She pushed a silver coaster into my hand and said she was giving me back my inheritance. I accepted the item and somehow felt her fear and insecurity diminish. That night she slipped into a coma and died a week later.

I am sure there are many variations on the purpose money in our lives.
Like many I know money cannot make us wealthy or happy and in all honesty I’d be a willing student in the experiment to know!

Thank you Paulo, being able to write all this to strangers yet not being able to tell this to others is a strange twist of reality. Life is rich in many ways.

How many sleeps to the Soccer… minus 10 I hear!
walk gently. Christine

]]> By: Fuego http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515260 Fuego Tue, 30 May 2006 01:03:42 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515260 One night i was watching a tv special that celebrated how cool the musicians of the 1st world were helping us the 3rd world people to overcome ourselves until we finally, magically found peace. Well, i`m gonna tell you a secret. We are people, not a magical something that you can wear. One of these celebrity people said that the socialist ex-governors of my country were so cool and so smart because they dont used "the sexual aspects of the religion, instead they used the social aspects". Today, in this moment, he is the biggest activist in the world. Now i`m gonna tell you another secret: i am my religion, catholicism is a part of me, is my soul, spirit and body, and if you don`t think so, well, thats it`s not my fault. I am my land, my people, my country and their landscapes and no other place in the world has the brave and beautiful men that my country have. I am the earth, the sky and the sea, i am the sun and the moon, i am the Universe. Now i am going to take some rest. When i weakup, i hope you people to turn yourselves into kind people. One night i was watching a tv special that celebrated how cool the musicians of the 1st world were helping us the 3rd world people to overcome ourselves until we finally, magically found peace. Well, i`m gonna tell you a secret. We are people, not a magical something that you can wear. One of these celebrity people said that the socialist ex-governors of my country were so cool and so smart because they dont used “the sexual aspects of the religion, instead they used the social aspects”. Today, in this moment, he is the biggest activist in the world.

Now i`m gonna tell you another secret: i am my religion, catholicism is a part of me, is my soul, spirit and body, and if you don`t think so, well, thats it`s not my fault. I am my land, my people, my country and their landscapes and no other place in the world has the brave and beautiful men that my country have. I am the earth, the sky and the sea, i am the sun and the moon, i am the Universe.

Now i am going to take some rest. When i weakup, i hope you people to turn yourselves into kind people.

]]> By: debra http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515259 debra Tue, 30 May 2006 00:21:18 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515259 death is the great unknown. so many face it with fear and trepidation. would they but realize we live and breath and move in the unknown every moment of our lives. as a friend once explained in illustration with a harley davidson lighter... there is but one destination with many paths. no matter your path, no matter the length of the journey, go foward with gratitude and joy! we have done ourselves, i believe, a great disservice by placing dividing lines along the path. this is the moment of birth... this the length of life and this, finally, the moment of death. but tell me then... where were you before you were born and when is the moment of death? is it when we exhale that final breath or that moment inside when in frustration and despair you say to yourself, "it's not worth it." all matter dilutes away as the universe expands while energy remains constant. tell me then, what did you look like before your great-grandmother was born? death is the great unknown. so many face it with fear and trepidation. would they but realize we live and breath and move in the unknown every moment of our lives. as a friend once explained in illustration with a harley davidson lighter… there is but one destination with many paths. no matter your path, no matter the length of the journey, go foward with gratitude and joy! we have done ourselves, i believe, a great disservice by placing dividing lines along the path. this is the moment of birth… this the length of life and this, finally, the moment of death. but tell me then… where were you before you were born and when is the moment of death? is it when we exhale that final breath or that moment inside when in frustration and despair you say to yourself, “it’s not worth it.”

all matter dilutes away as the universe expands while energy remains constant.

tell me then, what did you look like before your great-grandmother was born?

]]> By: Peter Holmes Sellers http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515258 Peter Holmes Sellers Mon, 29 May 2006 22:19:23 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515258 Dear Paulo I was once given a book called 'The Tragedy of Man' by a Hungarian writer called Imre Madach, and in the frontspiece of the book the friend who gave me the book, had written the last line of this book is written for you (where The Lord is speaking) " Man, I have spoken: Strive on, trust, have faith" Isnt that what keeps you going when people believe in you ? Love and Energy Petrus May 29th - in the heart of Ireland - the emerald isle Dear Paulo

I was once given a book called ‘The Tragedy of Man’ by a Hungarian writer called Imre Madach, and in the frontspiece of the book the friend who gave me the book, had written the last line of this book is written for you
(where The Lord is speaking)

” Man, I have spoken: Strive on, trust, have faith”

Isnt that what keeps you going when people believe in you ?

Love and Energy
Petrus
May 29th – in the heart of Ireland – the emerald isle

]]> By: Josephine - a firefly http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515257 Josephine - a firefly Mon, 29 May 2006 20:34:39 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515257 How amazing to read a jewish prayer of love here, the day after I have read about Etty Hillesum. We all carry a piece of the sun inside us and it is shining out from our eyes. I wonder what is tiring you most with this travel, it's physical hardships or the mental - having to face so many different enthousiastic persons every day and asking yourself - yes - what do you ask yourself? I wonder... ;-) How amazing to read a jewish prayer of love here,
the day after I have read about Etty Hillesum.

We all carry a piece of the sun inside us
and it is shining out from our eyes.

I wonder what is tiring you most with this travel,
it’s physical hardships or the mental – having to
face so many different enthousiastic persons
every day and asking yourself – yes – what do
you ask yourself? I wonder… ;-)

]]> By: Sophia http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/comment-page-1/#comment-515256 Sophia Mon, 29 May 2006 19:51:02 +0000 http://en.paulocoelhoblog.com/2006/05/29/twenty-years-later-between-ekaterinburg-and-novosibirsk/#comment-515256 Hi from the crossroads, Death is a journey, but between the borders of worlds. It is a pity that only the thought of it makes us realize our own path and it falsely stands somewhere at the end as a last stop. During our entire life we have to repeat and realize that we travel. Everlastingly we try to imagine the next section of road and obsessively to invade it. How nice it would be, if since our birth remember that we simply travel from one into another world. In our tradition between the worlds live interesting creatures. They are beautiful, self-willed, sometimes evil ladies (Samodivi), who are able to pass the borders and kidnap the one they choose. Some of them are lovely creatures, others represent various illnesses and the oldest one is the black death. These women are so in love with their freedom that it is hard someone to keep them in the real world, bewitching them through music, but only for a short. They always run away to the place they reside in at the border between the worlds. Ordinary mortals get into their road, but only in a few life situations, when girls become women, when women give birth or when lose their men. Then only at these particular moments ordinary humans have a chance to enter/exit, get the track of Samodivas. Men more difficult get there. They try in vain to keep Samodivas with them, maybe to prove they get control of not only their life path, but the road between the worlds as well. Everyone sees his/her path differently but how wonderful it would be if all of us never forget even for a minute, not where to we travel, but that we travel forever. Sofia&Sophia Hi from the crossroads,

Death is a journey, but between the borders of worlds. It is a pity that only the thought of it makes us realize our own path and it falsely stands somewhere at the end as a last stop. During our entire life we have to repeat and realize that we travel. Everlastingly we try to imagine the next section of road and obsessively to invade it. How nice it would be, if since our birth remember that we simply travel from one into another world.
In our tradition between the worlds live interesting creatures. They are beautiful, self-willed, sometimes evil ladies (Samodivi), who are able to pass the borders and kidnap the one they choose. Some of them are lovely creatures, others represent various illnesses and the oldest one is the black death. These women are so in love with their freedom that it is hard someone to keep them in the real world, bewitching them through music, but only for a short. They always run away to the place they reside in at the border between the worlds. Ordinary mortals get into their road, but only in a few life situations, when girls become women, when women give birth or when lose their men. Then only at these particular moments ordinary humans have a chance to enter/exit, get the track of Samodivas. Men more difficult get there. They try in vain to keep Samodivas with them, maybe to prove they get control of not only their life path, but the road between the worlds as well. Everyone sees his/her path differently but how wonderful it would be if all of us never forget even for a minute, not where to we travel, but that we travel forever.

Sofia&Sophia

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