Daily Archive for August 3rd, 2007

Interview for Beliefnet (text and audio) : Paulo Coelho Dances with Angels

The author of ‘The Alchemist’ talks about embracing the feminine face of God, the pope, and where his soul goes when he dances.

Interview by Valerie Reiss

Last fall, when I did a live online chat with the best-selling Brazilian author of “The Alchemist” and about 14 other novels, I was astounded by his sheer internationality. Talking to me in New York from his hotel in Milan, questions from his fans poured in from Egypt, Sweden, Spain, Iran. They wanted to know where he gets his ideas, what are his rituals, how they can search for their own inner treasure. And that is the amazing fame of Paulo Coelho—his books, translated into 65 languages, touch people everywhere, often deeply, with their seemingly simple spiritual messages. Critics tend to slough off his novels as simplistic—especially American critics—but readers don’t seem to care: He’s sold 85 million books (”The Alchemist” alone has sold 30 million copies) in more than 150 countries.

The surprisingly amiable, 59-year-old author went another round with me recently, calling from his home in Paris to chat about his latest book, “The Witch of Portobello,” why he loves to dance, his ambivalent Catholicism, and why it’s important to embrace love even if it makes us suffer.


How did you decide to write about a witch?

First, I was thinking about [elaborating] on the feminine side of God. Something that we don’t pay a lot of attention, at least in our civilization. The major religions, Christianity, Judaism, Islam, they deny somehow that God has a feminine face. However, if you go to the holy texts, you see there is this feminine presence. Second, I [wanted to] connect this subject with the visible reality, meaning what’s around us. Everything for me is sacred, beginning with earth, but also going to things made by man.

Finally, “The Witch of Portobello” is about people who dare to take some steps towards an unconventional spiritual path. And they are immediately labeled as witches–and well, witch is a word full of prejudices. The book is about that. A witch was a person who never complied with the established rules, and always tried to dare and to go beyond and to celebrate life, and to love and to have joy and pleasure while doing this.


In the book a character says, “All women are witches.” Do you mean that as a positive thing?

Yeah, absolutely. Yes, yes, yes. All women have a perception much more developed than men. So all women somehow, being repressed for so many millennia, they ended up by developing this sixth sense and contemplation and love. And this is something that we have a hard time to accept as part of our society. We try to see reality as just a physical thing and that it does not go beyond that. But what we have to do, women included, is to develop more this feminine side, meaning intuition, meaning being open to a new perception of reality which, in general, women are much more open to.

Why do you think many people are so threatened by the feminine face of God?

Because that demands that we accept more love as the only guidance in your life. And we don’t do that because we are afraid to suffer. We’re going to lose control. We’re going to be dragged to a path that we don’t know.

Why is love so hard for most of us to accept?

Because it implies suffering. You know that. And well, first, love is the most important emotion in life. And second, it is also the one that is wild, that can take us to heaven or hell. I’m not saying that love always takes you to heaven. Your life can become a nightmare. But that said, it is worth taking the risk.

There’s always a tension, in your books between losing the spiritual path in romantic human love. Is that how you see it?

Absolutely. Yes. Yeah. Which is not something to fear.

But it seems like your characters fear that quite a bit.

Yeah, because we as human beings, we do fear that. But at the end of the day–well, just relax and enjoy it because life’s like this.

And in this book music is a big factor. Do you dance?

I do. When I’m dancing I’m not thinking about anything. I am here. I am totally there. You know? And the feeling is a sensation of being away from myself. My soul dances with the angels and my body dances with my wife.

What kind of music do you dance to?

Well, my generation, we used to just–classic rock and roll. When you go to a nightclub you don’t hear this anymore. So, you just hear bang-bang, boom-boom, and I dance to this. I don’t know who’s singing. I don’t know who is performing. I just go there and I dance, because I think this is important to be emotionally well balanced. To lose control through a dance from time to time, at least once a week.

When you’re at home and you put on music –?

That is a totally different thing, yes. Because, for example, I cannot write and hear a song or music at the same time. Because then music is so strong that I will stop writing and start to listen to the music. So I cannot hear music like muzak, you know? Like this music that is always playing. No, no. Music for me, it demands full concentration.

In your work you often point to contradictions between the church’s rules and the Bible’s teachings. Do you have anything to say about a hypocrisy there?

I only can say about my religion and being a Catholic. I am a Catholic because I choose to be a Catholic. And then I go to the Mass because I choose. It is out of my free will. But then, when sometimes I see the human touch [in] the sacred rituals, you say, oh, my God, that’s not exactly what Jesus said. Jesus was much more open and–he was full of joy of living. Because he was the one who was always traveling, surrounded by women, drinking wine. You know, having fantastic conversations with his disciples.

In my church, now more than before, they are going against the natural flow of humankind. This new pope is a disaster, to put it plainly…. I’m not going to defend a pope that is against, for example, condoms. I’m not going to defend a pope that thinks that we still are in the medieval times and that the Catholic faith is the only one to be right. And then you ask, why do you consider to be Catholic if you don’t agree with this pope and many priests and bishops? I say because, well, my religion is more important than the men that are trying to guide it.

But the ritual of the Mass and the words of Christ–well, we’ll survive this pope. The Mass is a mystery. And for me, it is the most perfect ritual.

Across the world there’s increasing religious strife. How does that lead to a hunger for your books, which appeal to people across religious lines?

I don’t know why my books appeal because I write to understand myself. When I wrote “The Witch,” wow, I have all these thoughts, like a puzzle. So I have to put them together to understand the full picture. So when I write then I can see clearly myself.

I am very spontaneous in what I write. And I choose my subjects out of things that are provoking me. And then the books make the best-seller list. And why? Well, I don’t know. Probably the day that I learn this secret, I’m going to lose this spontaneity. I’m going to repeat it over and over again. And then I’m lost because the book will not be an instrument for self-discovery anymore. It will be just a product. And then it’ll be totally meaningless to me.

What are some of the ways that you get yourself kind of psychically and spiritually prepared to write? What are some of your rituals?

The best way to get inspired to write–in my case–is by meeting people. When you meet people you learn, you hear. And sometimes you’re hearing yourself. You’re in front of a mirror. You’re seeing yourself better. I only write a book every two years. And I write a book in one month because the book is being written in my soul. And then, of course, I have to share my life as part of the human condition. Because you have to share. If you don’t share, you are lost.

And what about the white feather? It’s said that you wait to see a white feather before you write…

Oh, the white feather. Yeah, yeah, yeah. This is a tradition that I created myself. When I was 40, I still had not written any book. But my dream was to be a writer. So I did this pilgrimage. I walked for 56 days to Saint James Path [in Santiago, Spain]. And I said, “Oh, my God, my dream is to be a writer, but I’m always postponing.” And then I said to myself, “If I see a white feather today, that is a sign that God is giving to me that I have to write a new book.” And then I saw this white feather in a window of a shop. And since then, every second year, in January, I need to see a white feather. And the day that I see I start writing. Of course, I see white feathers every day, but in January it is that white feather. And I get a lot of white feathers from my readers in envelopes. But I need to find the white feather.

What are you working on next?

Nothing.

That sounds nice!

I’m in this period of doing nothing but living my life, or allowing it to go with the wind. My next white feather must be during January of 2008. And up until January, 2008, I’m doing–well, I’m living. I’m meeting people. I’m dancing. I’m doing whatever I feel like doing.

My last question: What is God to you?

‘God Is Action’
God’s a verb. God is action. God is–is a verb, yes. You cannot define. When Moses asks who are you and He says, “I Am.” He does not say I am this or that or that. He just say, “I Am.” So, I think this is the best definition, you know? He is.

Below, a link to an interview to Beliefnet. You can also hear parts of it.

http://www.beliefnet.com/story/222/story_22241_1.html

Love

Paulo

Mogo always wants something better

By Paulo Coelho


 
Many years ago, there lived in China a young man called Mogo, who earned his living breaking stones. Although he was strong and healthy, he was not contented with his lot and complained about it day and night. He so blasphemed against God that, in the end, his guardian angel appeared to him.
 
‘You’re healthy and you have your whole life before you,’ said the angel. ‘All young men start off doing the same sort of job as you. Why are you always complaining?’
 
‘God has treated me unfairly and has not given me the chance to grow,’ replied Mogo.
 
Concerned, the angel went to ask the Lord for his help in ensuring that his protégé did not end up losing his soul.
 
‘Do as you wish,’ said the Lord. ‘Everything that Mogo wants will be granted to him.’
 
The following day, Mogo was, as usual, breaking stones when he saw a carriage pass by bearing a nobleman laden with jewels. Wiping the sweat from his dirty face, Mogo said bitterly:
 
‘Why can’t I be a nobleman too? That is my destiny!’
 
‘So be it!’ murmured his angel, delighted.
 
And Mogo was transformed into the owner of a sumptuous palace with a vast estate, with many servants and horses. He used to go out every day with his impressive train of followers and enjoyed seeing his former companions lined up at the roadside, gazing respectfully up at him.
 
On one such afternoon, the heat was unbearable; even under his golden parasol, Mogo was sweating as much as he used to in his days as a breaker of stones. He realised then that he wasn’t really that important: above him were princes and emperors, but higher than them all was the sun, who obeyed no one - the sun was the true king.
 
‘Dear angel, why can’t I be the sun? That must be my destiny!’ whined Mogo.
 
‘So be it!’ exclaimed the angel, concealing his sadness at such vaulting ambition.
 
And Mogo became the sun, as he had wanted.
 
While he was shining in the sky, admired for his immense power to ripen the grain or scorch it as he wished, a black spot started moving towards him.
 
The dark stain grew larger and larger, and Mogo realised that it was a cloud spreading all around him, so that he could not longer see the Earth.
 
‘Angel!’ cried Mogo. ‘The cloud is stronger than the sun! My destiny is to be a cloud!’
 
‘So be it!’ replied the angel.
 
Mogo was transformed into a cloud and he thought he had finally realised his dream.
 
‘I’m so powerful!’ he yelled as he obscured the sun.
 
‘I’m invincible!’ he thundered as he chased the waves.
 
But on the deserted ocean shore stood a vast granite rock, as old as the world itself. Mogo thought that the rock was defying him and unleashed a storm such as the world had never seen. Vast, furious waves lashed the rock, trying to wrench it from the earth and hurl it into the depths of the sea.
 
Firm and impassive, the rock remained where it was.
 
‘Angel,’ sobbed Mogo, ‘the rock is stronger than the cloud! My destiny is to be a rock!’
 
And Mogo was transformed into that rock.
 
‘Who can vanquish me now?’ he wondered. ‘I am the most powerful thing in the world!’
 
And so several years passed, until, one morning, Mogo felt something stabbing into his stone entrails, this was followed by intense pain, as if part of his granite body was being broken into pieces. Then he heard dull, insistent thuds and felt again that terrible pain.
 
Mad with fear, he cried:
 
‘Angel, someone is trying to kill me! He has more power than I do, I want to be like him!’
 
‘So be it!’ exclaimed the angel, weeping.
 
And that was how Mogo went back to breaking stones.
 
(A story sent by Shirlei Massapust)

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