In Brida, a book of mine that will be published in various countries (from March onwards), I describe magic as a bridge between the visible and the invisible. This leap can manifest itself in very simple ways. One of the examples that I give in the book is when the main character is asked to draw or write meaningless words while talking on the phone. Have you ever had experiences of “leaps into the invisible world” while doing something completely common?
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Wouldn’t you end up writing words that you are saying or hearing? lol
That’s your conscious and subconscious mind working at the same time.
I’ve actually been reading a book and at the same time seen pictures on my wall (like a dream but while awake). Completely unrelated to the content of the book.
Kathleen xx
mmm..
i think that this has only happened to me while i’m writing..i don’t know if you can call that a common thing..but yes, i feel when i am writing, that there is as you called it an invisible world..
maybe i just didn’t understand your question though..either way, can’t wait to read ur book
:)
I myself have done that.. and i like doing that… drawing while speaking to the phone… I believe that from the invisible world comes inspiration ..and whichever idea we come up with comes from a big ‘bag’ if i may say that, a bag invisible, to which everyone has access, and can give this idea a form, either with a drawing, or with words, or with a melody….this is the inspiration..for example, melodies come very easily for me..either when i am walking to the grocery store, or hear the rain falling, or even the water from the tub while i am showering, a melody comes to mind very unexpectedly, or i hear songs, sung possibly by invisible beings!! i believe through this, and through music generally souls can communicate with each other..and so i believe i have found a way to speak with the universe, visible or invisible.. with time it becomes easier..
Pues si querido Paulo. Muchas, muchas veces. Saltos variados e inexplicables. Dos de las varias veces que me han pasado son:
Una vez,
Hablando por teléfono con alguien, me vino a la cabeza (como un flash), la imagen del lugar en dónde estaba la persona con la que hablaba. Yo nunca había estado en la casa. Fue rápido y no le di importancia, logicamente. Al cabo de los días por casualidad ví las fotos de la casa. La persona había vuelto de vacaciones y quiso enseñarmelas, mi sorpresa al ver la imagen fue grande. La parte en la que habló conmigo por teléfono era exactamente igual a como la había visto en ese flash al hablar por teéfono y nunca había estado yo allí.
Otra vez:
Fui a dormirme. En un momento dado, de pronto, cuándo ya estaba casi dormida, otro flash, vi la imagen de un techo muy peculiar. Me sobresalté y desperté casi sin poder respirar. Luego volví a dormirme y ya no pasó nada. Al cabo de unos días fui a un lugar. En esto que no sé como ni por qué me dio por mirar al techo y era exactamente el mismo al del flash. Era la primera vez que veía el techo.
Bueno así, muchas cosas y cosas tan ciertas que puedo decirlo sin temor a que me digan por eso, estás loca.
Paz y amor para ti Paulo y todos tus lectores.
Querido -a-,
No puedo hablar en espanol muy bueno, espero que puedes leir en ingles.
Its great to hear of stories like yours because whenever I tell people of experiences I’ve had I always worry that they think I’m making it up. I want to hear from more people who’ve had this happen to show how common it is really.
Kathleen xx
…. LOL
I just realised what a dumb thing I just said.
-a- obviously if you read the post and responded to it, you read english lol
I hope it will be in English too this time. I have always wanted to read Brida for a long time now (and was envying the Portuguese)!
I have had some visions that I don’t really understand while doing mundane things like sitting on the toilet bowl, walking around in temples. But they are few, unpredictable and difficult for me to understand. I just accept them and get on with life. Maybe I will understand more as I progress spiritually later.
Anyway, thanks Paulo.
leaps into the invisible, magical world happen in magical moments. when you feel real love, deepest sadness, it can be a single flower your looking at, a word of your mother, a smell bringing back a memory or a song, a tear you shed for a friend or even just a ray of light you catch in the morning. it`s those moments when you feel at most alive. those moments are the bridge into the invisible world. it can happen everyday or once in a lifetime but the importance is to be aware of it. it`s something you can hold on to and make it your very own and it can always be there for you when you need it and no one will ever be able to take it from you.
…. volw
You know what I used to do, I wrote them down. I made sure to put the date and time and all the details even if those details seem really obscure and meaningless. You will be surprised at what you learn.
Its like you are being gently nudged to learn something on a spiritual level and its up to you whether you want to pay attention to that - make an effort to work out what it means etc.
Kathleen xx
Mr. Coelho, I like the art work on the cover of your books. Is your name a special font or is it actually your handwriting? Just curious
Love Kathleen xx
My voice disappears in the whisper of love giving words life by the vibration coming of His breath, tasted by my being, flowing through the hand into the fingers to become one by sharing the river as the ocean.
Love
Hildegarde
I believe when I am driving this happens. I think senseless things and commit senseless acts. And when I reach my destination I can recall none of the above.
Mmm not seen I think,
but now and then I’ve heard inner voices
giving quite good answers..
mostly my dreams speak to me.
Looking forward to the reprint of
Brida :-) Is it a new version?
I once was compelled out of the blue, to draw a picture of my ‘guardian angel’ - a quite inappropriate thing to do at that time.
Then days or weeks later, adding the fact that we’d moved house and my kid was afraid to go upstairs, to the fact I saw a ghost of suicide on the stairs…I put the picture of my angel on the stairwell…to no-one’s question - mad artist can do will do mad things….
and the next day
without a question or a realization
kid happily went up and down stairs
and didn’t even notice or ask about the picture
LOVE
The question is not very clear to me. Is it something like daydreaming? Otherwise lots of things have happened to me so far that have no real connection with the knowledge of real world, but they happened leaving behind traces of an occult presence.
I was lying on the floor to rest after some mild exercise. A soothing sensation comes all over my body and I started to see me and all my family members playing together in natuer - with flowers and grasses All of us were no more than ~8 years old. It was wonderful and it feels so real that it actually made me smiled and happy for the whole day afterwards! I think I was in touch with the non-physical bond with my family. :D
My five year old recently told me a story which has all of the ingredients you mention! What better way to leap back into the magic, invisible world than via the mind of a child?
His story is here:
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=173601468&blogID=356859808
Whenever I need to reconnect with the magic of the world, I hang out with my kids!
Silence, my friends…
Keep them in silence and thus alive. They were meant for you and no-one else.
All good things are not necessarily three. Some good things are four:
Velle, Audere, Scire, Tacere!
Yes. I had and have this kind of experiences.
And it is nice experience mostly:-)….I think that everybody has it, maybe people just dont think so much about it.
Un saludo a todos de todo corazón.
La ocasión que voy a contaros me ocurrió una vez que tuve que hacer una larga espera en una estación de autobuses. Me senté entre la gente, y fue observando a unos y otros, mientras me dejaba absorber por los sonidos, los olores, las miradas, cuando sentí que era “empujado”, como una suave descarga eléctrica, a una nueva forma de, digamoslo así, sentir. Seguía estando allí, pero las personas me mostraban otras historias, quizá sus historias, y casi podía oírles contándomelas. Continuaba sentado en el andén, imagino con la mirada perdida, pero disfrutaba de cada instante. Fue una experiencia reveladora, y que afortunadamente he podido repetir en diferentes ocasiones.
Leaps into the invisible world? O, yes I do them every night when I am dreaming.
Already when I was a young girl I had very lively dreams, which I often could not understand. One day, when I was twenty I started to think about it. Before I had a very realistic dream of the funeral of my grandmother – she was alive and obviously healthy by that time and there were no signs she would die soon. Three weeks later she suddenly died of a heart attack. I did not know what to think about.
One year later my mother died (it was to expect) and two days after her death she appeared in my dream discussing with me some details of her funeral. Since this time she is a regular guest in my dreams – she reports me how she is doing now, hugs me and so on. This way it goes now for 23 years (sometimes with pauses of some months in between the dreams). One night I met my mother and my grandmother together in a very relaxed mood saying to me: ”We are dead, but is this not a fantastic way to meet and communicate with you?” I agreed.
I could count more dreams that had a direct concern to things that happened in my life how I understood later. (Just now I have read C.G. Jung - he would have had a lot of joy with my dreams.)
Some years ago I had a new returning dream that was really threatening me – I felt the nearness of my own death very clearly. I was confused a lot and did not knew what it meant. Then one day a medical examination showed I have cancer in a progressed stadium. This happened now two and a half year ago.
Until today I somehow feel guilty because of having not heard earlier to my inner voice of dreams – there were already corporal signs that I was not alright half a year before diagnosis. I successfully put the signs aside – I did not want to face truth.
Until yet I had one relapse last year but all in all I feel very alive (more then before because of the permanent awareness of death) and I can life without limitations.
…… A.V.C.
I love your photos. Dark and moody. Really beautiful.
I’ve been a bit torn in the past about whether people should talk about these experiences or not. I used to think that you shouldn’t. Then it wouldn’t be a personal learning experience or maybe you are being a show-off or somehow you’ve been let in on a secret and you not supposed to tell, that’s disrespectful.
But if I’m worried about something or excited I have to share. I drive my family crazy when I’m worried about a situation because my way of coping is to constantly talk about it (not necessarily a good thing).
If nobody shares their experiences then you may end up feeling like you are just going mad. To me it highlights the fact that world isn’t just made of molecules and time passing by - it has spirit/soul/purpose. It confirms how people are connected to eachother and therefore should really make sure that you love them as yourself because in a way, if you neglect/hurt/are indifferent to people in the end you are only hurting yourself.
Love Kathleen xx
Kathleen,
Thank you! :)
Feel free to share your experiences!
I am indeed advocating some caution with the things “communicated”. Some of these things have a very special meaning in silence, on their own plane, where they may shine like pure gold, and quite another on the lower ones.
Fascination is a first step, but is quite easily overcome with practice.
One word have four letters. Each is relevant because of its position. Shift them around, and you get an altogehter different word.
Monika
I think i may know exactly what you mean. My mother and her sisters have different experiences with their dreams- all of which seem to be true. When i was younger i used to think my mum was really silly for believing in her dreams but now i’ve come to realise how important they are. My mum dreams about her grandma, very randomly and when she does, there is always a death in the family, as crazy as it sounds, its very true. My anuts, have both lost children and both of them see their children in their dreams, talking to them, playing with them, and the one noticed that her children were very happy, and they’d always laugh and she’d wake up. I, myself has had dreams where i’ve seen lost loved ones. A few years ago, i dreamt of a very close uncle of mine- i remember, i asked him what he’d been doing all these years after he dies, (bec the dream was about 4 years later), and i remember his words- he said, i always here, all you had to do was open the closet to find me, and he told me, don’t worry about certain things, i’ve sorted them out, and beleive it or not a month later i was on my road to my dream. In fact even a couple of weeks ago i dream of my granmother and i told her, wait, but wait, there is something wrong, aren’t you dead? (i hadn’t dream of her before) and she said yes of course i am! but what makes you think i left you? And she told me how much she loves me, and how she’e been guiding me through everything, and she never left my side, and how proud she is of me. Besides all of this, i can feel her presence and that love, even when i wake up. I don’t know how to explain it, but i know that the people i love that have died are with me. I’ve never alone and i’m always protected. I know it.
I’m sorry about your cancer my dear, but you can’t beat yourself up about not catching early enough. I’ll pray for you, and that you’ll make it through this. Living life without limitations is certainly the way!
Lots of love
Yajna
i have had similar experiences during my sleep. many times i dream of strangers days before i end up passing them on the street. i have known these dreams for my whole life but, they do not often offer any secret or advice. however, there is one repetitive dream i have had only a few times in my life that is always the same and frustratingly enlightening. i see bright light radiating from a young female standing about 12 feet in front of me. though i cannot see her face, i feel like i love her.
just when my mind starts to ask questions she answers them…without words. i never get a word out of my mouth because the second i think of a question, it is answered in entirety. it seems like boxes of knowledge and emotions are being thrown towards me. i end up falling into laughter, and wake up in the same position i fell asleep, (rare).
the one and only time i woke up and remembered the knowledge i jumped from bed and burst through my door; running into the living room and etching weird sentences and strange words into a napkin. it was 4am, i remember thinking that everything i wrote on the napkin would remind me the next day what i had learned.
the next day i awoke and the napkin was gone. i thought it had been part of my dream until my roommate came home and asked me what the hell was wrong with me the night before. he had been awake, on the computer when i awoke into a writing rampage. i hadn’t even noticed him. and he hadn’t noticed the napkin. i still kinda hope one day to find it somewhere. i felt so happy, like the most enlightened being in the universe, and yet i couldn’t remember a dang thing! …except for the overwhelming feeling that infinite knowledge does exist…elsewhere…
Dear Paulo,
Leaping into the invisible world….
I would say that whenever I feel at ease with myself,
whenever I let the silence…..be,
my mind wanders….
I feel like I am somewhere else…somewhere I cannot explain, but it’s…so serene…
It’s like dream, though…so much more.
I feel like I am nothing and everything at the same time.
???
love
Agnieszka
….. A.V.C.
That resonated with me so it must be right.
Thank you.
Kathleen xxx
Kathleen,
Thanks for the advice on writing things down. I do that for my dreams (that I get when I’m sleeping) actually. It does help.
Cheers!
Sí, a veces me vienen sensaciones que no entiendo pero que luego cobran sentido.
Otras son cosas tan simples como pensar que he de coger el paraguas aunque haga un día de mucho sol cuando voy a salir porque va a llover y llueve.
Brida published in various countries = Great news! Uma amiga holandesa sempre quis ler Brida depois que contei do livro. Sei que ela vai adorar e eu também por enfim poder presenteá-la com esse livro maravilhoso!
Valeu Paulo
Dear Paulo,
THANK YOU FOR THE BRIDA!
I was waiting for this english edition for a long time.
What about the Maktub?
love
Agnieszka
I can’t wait to read “Brida” in English! :-) Good luck with the publishing all over the world! :-)
As far as the unexpected manifestations of the invisible world and forces into our visible world are concerned, I’ve had and still have many happenings… and I believe more pass unobserved every day because unfortunately, we don’t have our attention focused only on positive aspects all the time…
For example, one day, I left home in a hurry, after meditating and said some prayers from Sahaja Yoga teachings, I had a feeling that I should not leave the candle lit in a bamboo plate, but still, I thought that it was O.K, that the candle will burn till the end and that’s all…
When I got back home, after many hours, I had a shock: on the bedside table where I left the lit candle, the bamboo plate was burned because of the fire from the candle. This bamboo plate was on a wooden box where I keep my earrings and other jewellry. The upper part of the box was burned too… Then I realized that a miracle just happened, because everything around was made of wood, I also had a wooden icon with Virgin Mary and baby Jesus and some photos with Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, the Guru of Sahaja Yoga nearby…
I immediately pictured the whole scene in my mind, with the fire and the bamboo plate almost completly burnt… and remembered that firemen always say that big fires usually start from a spark, or from a left lit candle left unsupervised. I felt so much gratitude for the fact that the damages were minimal, the curtain was near and the whole room and maybe house could have been seriously damaged, due to such an apparently minor cause…
I thanked God for everything, for the protection and all the blessings I received that day and all the days, feeling relieved and thinking of all those who were less lucky and found their houses and other belongings turned into ashes!
I kept the box with the burned lid, to remind me of the fact that even when we are not paying attention, God is always watching at what is going on and saves us when we are in need… It was a sign, never to despair, even in obvious trouble and also to be more aware of the importance of apparently small details which can have such a big impact in our everyday lives!
May God bless the whole world with Wisdom, Enlightment and Protection!
Love and appreciation,
Carmen Larisa
first of all thanks for republishing BRIDA again .. im so eager to read this book …
about the leaps into the invisble world i think its always happen to everyone of us although the feeling will be different from a person to another.. some people call it daydreaming and other describe it as a kind of escaping to another world where we can see what we couldnt achieved in reality became a realthing in that invisible world…
for me i always draw “cubes” when i talk on the phone although i dont know what that suppose to mean but it gives me a good feeling cause usually when i feel sad or upset i free my self during drawing even if it end up drawing meaningless shapes or lines ..
There are times when I feel that there is a pressence around me. I can not see it, sometimes I think I can hear it, but I know it is there and watching me. I do not particularly like this pressence, as I feel it does not like me either. I do not think it can do anything but let me know it is there, but I think its purpose it to remind me that the being that shows up in my dreams at times can do things and that I best not forgett that.
The being in my dreams is not a good thing either, but that is another issue on itself. The invisible world surrounds us, but I worry about opening myself up more to it. Its like opening a door, once open everything can come it, even things you don’t want it. My expirences with this have always been very bad.
I was just driving my car and an enormous wedge tailed eagle (one of the biggest birds in the world) took off next to me and flew in front of me for a while. The sheer size, power and beauty of the eagle was something I had never experienced so close to me in an ‘everyday’ sense (ie. not in captivity) and I was so incredibly overwhelmed by the experience that I felt I was reaching out past the visible world around me. What I had seen was, to me, so magical, that it bridged my visible world and took me to the invisible world. It made my heart sing!
I put here the very long not-ending story, I tried to tell twice, during the vassal invasion we repelled. They made so much noise for nothing with their pans, that you could not hear it. I like to tell them, the story below is well written, than it was initially… Cheers!
2005-August
For days, my neck had a block, and my back hurt a lot. As I was arriving in the dining-room, I could nearly not move. Of course, I could have called a doctor. But I never got very much out of medicine. As for me, that never brought no more, than listening to a fortune-teller. But I met doctors sometimes, though since I’m little, I refused to swallow pills. (Sometimes pretending to Ma, I did). Now I know why.
The sofa was not so far, but I went to a lot of trouble to reach it. I laid on it, and try to get a position, for my back to be painless. My head was turned to the three big windows, that were offering a blue sky, with no cloud at all.
Finally, I found a way to be less hurt; only hearing my breathing, whose burst was hold up, in each of its way in, and each of its way out. Silence emptied the room, and dull sounds was raising from the outside.
Suddendly, something changed in the air. It was now filling with a sort of white gas. Even though it did seem a scheming scene, I felt no fear. Could I move, I don’t know, but I did not. The air was more and more inhabited by that white, that was becoming nearly solid in front of me. Also, some vertical brightning lines, were appearing and disappearing in a quickly run-up. Some tiny lightening points did the same, but in anarchic paths. I was looking at that, as if it was a common sight!
What happened then, could have frigthened me, as I felt once in the past, in another flat. Unless that last experience had been really unfair. But it did not.
Like the first time, I could feel someone walking calmly in the room. As my head was turned to the sky, my eyes could not see Him. He turned round the table, then approached me. Still, I was not moving a finger. I can’t more explain to myself, how I could see him, without doing it. He was like that gas. A materialisation of it. I just noticed, his outline’s body was like us. But I did, with my only left-eye.
Then, he kneeled down close to me. He was really here with me; I could feel him so real! But I was not astonished or questionning. There was nothing in my mind, but peace and quiet. He introduced himself, R, in a whisper. Adding a sentence, I can’t reveal. He disappeared next. A silence took place, for a moment; unspecified. All of a sudden, a very hot breathe blowed behind my neck; a thin one. As a little circle. I heard a no-hurt clik, in the up left of my back. I could hear it so well, because the room was so calm.
Sooner, all replaced in our world. No light filling in the air anymore. As I tried to move, I discovered the pain had instantaneously went away. No hurt anymore. I was so grateful for that gift at the moment! But then, I went on doubting about life in the invisible.
One year later, my sciatic nerve hurt me so lot, that doctors had no purpose but daily exercices or operation to suggest. But the pain came back always.
One evening, as I was suffering alone in my bed, I reminded about R., that have blowed my recovery once. I put my hand on the bottom of my back, and ask him to cure that hurt. He did it straight away. That was just magic!
Days after, I realized that R. did not appear, nor the vertical lines, as the first time. And it conduced me to consider the fact that I maybe could cure others! That took maybe one year before an opportunity was offered. The person was a new friend. She was suffering from her sciatic nerve, and couldn’t even more put her right leg on the floor.
I was having a tea with her, and listening to her story. And seeing her pain, I couldn’t avoid myself to tell her: “I can cure you, if you please”, “but it maybe take three massages”. I didn’t know, why I said that! We took an appointment. I didn’t hide her it was about an experience, I did not mastered. But that it worked on me.
Before honouring the rendez-vous, I remember, I was telling to myself, that I did not know what I was doing. Anyway, I did not have a lot of time, to think further about it…
I had bought Ylang-Ylang essence, I had mixed with natural oil, for the occasion. Because of an intuition, leading to some research on the net, I thought that flower was particularly corresponding to her pains.
That precious day, I ask R. and another person to be there with me. Maybe one minute after the beginning of the massage, I was entering into a kind of transe. I could hear a voice in myself, inviting me to go there, and there. Pressing over there, or just put my hands on there. Then the voice disappeared, and it was like my hands was guided.
Still, I was enquiring about what my friend felt, so sometimes the brief discussions, took me away from the transe. Later, she told me that she had never had a massage like that, and that it gave her, more intense feelings than making love with a man! lol But that precious day, she stood still for a while. When she put her legs down on the floor, she could walk without pain.
Another time, I saw her, without massaging. I was not willing too, that day. I observed, it had been a mistake to tell her, I could cure in three massages. Maybe she would be cured totally, if I had not. Or maybe she needed two more. Anyway, she described me that my hands had triggered Kundalini. I’ve heard about it, and I told her so. Well, the little I know. But I stopped going to see her. She never had the two cares left. Merely because afterwards, I read that it was dangerous to have a Kundalini, if we’re not prepared to. And indeed the woman had a new love strange behaviour for men. Thus I began to be scared of my gift.
But last year, I tried with another person. A new friend, a man, that got a flesh ball, like a walnut, behind his neck; suffering from his back too. The woman, as to her, was cured. Even if she demanded more. Indeed, I could see her sometimes, walking in the street: and I know, by the mouth of my best friend, that she’s not hurting anymore. The woman has finished to find a lie, to break our relation-ship, and some others by the way. Surely, because of I was not enough in confidence with my gift.
With the man, I had to interrupt, when some things, like balls, was coming out the edge of his body. I could feel I was in it, and doing what I wanted. But I did not know what to do, as I refused to enter totally into the transe. When, on the surface, that was really moving under my hands. But instead of letting go, I couldn’t stop fighting against the fact I’ve no knowledge about it. And maybe what I was doing, was no good for these persons… Why? Also, the two first persons were single, and to my mind, they ask more than I could give. I mean, as they needed affection, they pretended they were ill, for that I could care. I know I have a problem with. Even if the walnut disappeared in three massages.
R. is here to show I don’t have to question, but I can’t help. Yet, this is maybe the main question of my life. That’s why, on november, I prayed R. to lead me to my Earthling Guide.
ThirdIy, my best friend hurt from a pain in her back. I just put my hand on up, for several seconds. Some days later, she thanked me, because the night following my touch, had brought the pain away.
My dear R. helped me also with a problem of wrist, I began to have, because of writing on the keyboard. At that time, I can remember I read a book, that moves forward the idea, that one’s have to know the origin of his pain, or illness, to cure. Maybe you could understand, why I can’t much agree with.
Jesus himself, cured, without embarassing with that. And R. instantaneously cured my wrist, when my new doctor talked about injection. But I maybe make a mistake. Let’s read this, by the way:
Matthew 21:22 “And all things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.”
Mark 11:24 “Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them, and they will be granted you.
Luke 11:9 “So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.
John 14:13 “Whatever you ask in My name, that will I do, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
John 15:7 “If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.
John 15:16 “You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.
John 16:23 “In that day you will not question Me about anything. Truly, truly, I say to you, if you ask the Father for anything in My name, He will give it to you.
James 1:5 But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him.
John 3:22 and whatever we ask we receive from Him, because we keep His commandments and do the things that are pleasing in His sight.
John 5:14 This is the confidence which we have before Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us.
As to me, the problem would not be in the origin of the pain. But do we want to accept recovery? Cause, the pain is always there if we want it to be. Indeed, one must have known a lot about oneself to do. But maybe not. Miracles on cancer does not mean the patient has understood the origin of his pain. But maybe.
What I can add, is that I never suffered from my wrist or my sciatic nerve anymore. About my back once, because I had to write a long time, in bad posture. I let my body to my lover’s hands. And it worked too. Not instantly, but it did.
Matthew 18:19 “Again I say to you, that if two of you agree on earth about anything that they may ask, it shall be done for them by My Father who is in heaven.
Maybe some say, the disease will come back, ask again.
Thanks for reading:)
I wish you all the best!
<3
Dear Paulo,
I was thinking about this leap into the invisible world, and realized that it doesn’t always happen as I wrote before, when there’s silence.
It happens to me when I dance, or when I listen to the beautiful song, or when I’m outside, mesmerized by the beauty of nature.
Yes, it happens every time when I feel this harmony, this…love.
When I dance like there’s no tomorrow, when I am overwhelmed by something.
It’s like touching the stars, losing yourself in this moment, like nothing else exists, just me in this unexplainable space.
?
love
Agnieszka
For me the visible and the invisible are interwined with each other all the time. I can´t really separate the two. So i guess. Magic is all around me. And everywhere. Yes.
Yes, sometimes the magic of life and the invisible world are part of my life when I do everyday things. When I learned to meditate I experienced that I opened a crucial door that keeps on expanding and deepening how I´m aware of life and how life shows me how vast it is. One of my teachers once said that “Meditation is tested in the cool light of day”…As I see it life ´s magic unfolds itself for us in the days where we live it - it has much to do with how awake or aware or conscious we are and much less to do with what we are actually doing. The experience in my life that I cherish the most I had completely unexpectedly while going for a walk in a small forest.
Brida is a Bird
Dear Wanbliska,
Thank you so much for sharing your story.
This is what I have mentioned before in that you need an allopathic doctor for many illnesses, you need naturopaths to help prevent you from getting diseases and provide a less invasive alternative and you need also people to help you with ailments of the heart and soul.
You’ve been blessed. You are not going to be believed by everybody as I’m sure Jesus and his disciples weren’t but keep on a good path.
Kathleen xxx
….. Actually, regarding Kundalini. I came across an article about Kundalini Awakening at a time where I was going through many experiences that I did not understand like, vibrations, smelling roses & sandalwood, hearing sounds like a bell, a knock on wood, a whisper, having dreams come true (though with very unimportant details) and seeing visions. I was so shaken and as my biological father had died of a brain tumour I thought that maybe was my fate, so I went to an Optometrist at first to see why I was seeing pictures floating around the room and he referred me to a Neurologist. I made an appointment with the Neurologist but just before making that appointment, one of the visions I had I discovered was a premonition. It was like I was being shown - that no, you don’t have a brain tumour Kathleen.
I then came across that article on Kundalini Awakening and I cried and cried with a sense of relief.
Its so unsettling to think you may be losing your mind and not being able to control what is happening. Its strange, though, I still get visions every now and then, not always able to work them out and find this really frustrating, but I don’t smell roses, I don’t get vibrations with the visions anymore etc. I’m still trying to figure things out without losing perspective.
Love Kathleen xxx
Dear Paulo and friends,
Hello everyone. I am excited to hear that ‘Brida’ will be republised. I alwasys wanted to read it because it is one of Mr.Paulo’s earliest books. now I cannot wait to see it. Thank you my Lord!
Dear everyone (again)
I forgot to answer the question…
I am not sure if this is answering the question though…
I remember it was common thing to talk to God when I was a child. It was just so easy. I always had joy in my heart. I do not remember His voice or what we were talking now but I do remember I completely trusted Him. Now I do not know what happen to invisible world. I just want to open myself to invisible world again.
Nothing is supernatural.
If something is experienced in nature, it is natural.
Don’t be afraid, God is going.
Dear Paulo,
I cannot understand why sometimes we don’t say, remember things right away. Why there’s always this special moment when something comes to your mind?
No clue. Well, maybe.
It looks like they awaits for this particular, important moment to be released, to be freed.
Like a message of some kind, I guess.
That’s what happened with my poems. I wrote them before many years ago, two years ago, but last december came so many that I still cannot believe it.
I have this strange feeling that… God wanted me to write them and I even wrote one the night before Christmas Eve, and I gave it to all my friends.
For me it’s out of the blue, so…. mysterious, so unpredictable, so special. It’s like an amazing dream, like a gift. I’m so greatful.
And I can say that when I write them, if feels like it’s not me, like Someone is guiding my thoughts, my hands, everything. ?
love
Agnieszka
Dear Kathleen,
After reading your heartly comment, for which I thank you, two quotes of Khalil Gibran came to my mind.
“Nobondy can teach you anything that already rests, in the depth of an half-sleep, in your knowledge’s dawn.”
and
‘Perplexity is the beginning of the knowledge”.
Much curiously, we always need someone who can help us in understanding those strange events, you also live. And it seems much important to share it, for different advantages I noticed.
My ancient perception leads me to a new one everyday. That could explain why you don’t feel smell roses anymore. Maybe now, you’d be bound to explore some other kind of experience. In reality, it’s just an idea. Or is this about something that change in your way of life, or in your vision?
As you say “Its so unsettling to think you may be losing your mind and not being able to control what is happening”.
From 6 to 35, I was nearly always under control, maybe why I got fear about the invisible. But even if I tried to flee for several times, the invisible has been always showing me its existence. As a morning alarm clock. For years now, it never judged but cared.
Would you share an entire experience of yours, by writing it down here?
Have all a great night.
Thank you Dear Paulo.
dear paulo,
you’re not a human anymore..
you cannot sleep..
you walk through the castles in the sky..
dive into abyss..
love,love
Agnieszka