Comments on: Conversations with the my master – The mystery

By: Marie-Christine

Marie-Christine — Mon, 11 May 2009 23:06:44 +0000

“Les enfants seuls savent ce qu’ils cherchent.”
Antoine de St Exupery

By: Marie-Christine

Marie-Christine — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 09:02:24 +0000

I like the description of the child in that discussion you had with the master. It is exactly how I feel when I am going to write something funny or profound. There is a surge of energy that envelops you I guess, I start giggling if it’s funny and it’s like a theater opening in front of you, I don’t know where it is coming from, I just have to go onto the computer and it just comes out.I dont even write it down, I found if I do, I loose the thread of my thoughts. Amazing.

By: chieko

chieko — Tue, 27 May 2008 05:53:17 +0000

Sometimes I felt God would grant miracles for only children who are innocent and obedient. Today, I am glad to learn that God is still generous to me. that He is sending miracles to me now.
love

By: Hope

Hope — Tue, 27 May 2008 05:33:04 +0000

I am glad to see that this conversation took place in Norway, Oslo, as it is the place where i grew up.
I was there under the stars, with the moon as my companion and how i wondered about life and its many facets, especially love. thank you for sharing, paulo.
The stars are beautiful and bright in OSLO; I have been seeking refuge under the stars since i was a child.
Love Hope

By: Tania

Tania — Tue, 27 May 2008 02:17:01 +0000

The radiance of children ,eyes always bright and having the gift of light -its keeping your inner child alive ,by love ,trust and understanding how to nurture this perfect creation ,with just the right balance of creativity ,logic and space .Blessings Tania
Your master is so wise ,great and pure in limitless light !!

By: Hope

Hope — Tue, 27 May 2008 02:06:29 +0000

Dear Daniel, Hey back…:)
Pleas accept my humble opinion, I do not see your truth to be lost rather you are living it without being aware. I think being a rebellion is a good thing, as I see myself as a poster child for rebellious behaviour.I have been a fighter my whole life and sought out my own truth rather what was imposed on me.Do we see our own truth, maybe not…. it is a part of the challenge to discover it layer by layer, however it is our truth and can never be lost to us. The truth we often seek, we seek in wrong places or do not accept the shape or form it comes in.
So don’t give up hope yet, I find you very courageous. Love hope
Dear Agnieszka, yes……you have observed one of my greatest challenges.
What is harder? To love or to allow yourself to be loved?…….. I find the second part quite hard. In the words of our beautiful Paulo, “ I am me, but I am also my circumstances” I am a fighter always been, always will be I suppose. I am more apprehensive towards love, more then fear, because I have felt every aspect of fear, i know its many dark corners, it has taken me to hell and back but I have also discovered its limitations, it can be controlling and consuming but it is limited, and not that great after all.
Love does not have these limitations, it just is…..pure, everlasting
I have greater expectation of love; I need it to fight for me…..
And it pains me to say this, but love would have to fight me for my own heart…..
As for life, I wake up with more questions unanswered then questions answered,
Life is a wonder…… I live, laugh, play and dance, and today I embrace its many mysteries, it makes me an adventurer….after all it is all about the journey rather than the destination.
Love to you all, Especially you Paulo. Hope

By: wanbliska

wanbliska — Mon, 26 May 2008 21:03:27 +0000

Thank you Yajna for your thought. I’m happy and then scared. It depends on the hours… :)
And what about you?

Love.

By: wanbliska

wanbliska — Mon, 26 May 2008 21:00:33 +0000

“Don’t say that love, is what’s stronger,
cause life is still moving,
when a love passed away”
Daniel Balavoine.

By: wanbliska

wanbliska — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:51:50 +0000

More than humble, that idea is asking us to be subjected to.

***

“- How can I know that I am living my life?

- Because, instead of bitterness, you feel enthusiasm.”

How to keep enthusiasm, when we live in a country directed by a dictator?
By living your life. Ok…
Indeed he won’t take my heart, nor my words. Though the truth gets me palsy.

By: rosa de los vientos

rosa de los vientos — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:45:56 +0000

Que bonito sería encontrarse con uno mismo cuando eramos niños, sería para mi misma como una hermana mayor, me daría toda la comprensión que necesitara ya que los tiempos han cambiado y las cosas se ven con mayor amplitud de mente.
Viajar al pasado ¡que fascinante! poder cambiar para bien cosas ocurridas, creo que algún dia lo haremos, la realidad siempre supera la ficción.
Un beso Paulo para ti y otro para J.

By: Monika

Monika — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:07:09 +0000

Seems I am not always humble enough, but I never will forget to live! After a long search I also believe to know what my personal legend is and I am following it.
In deed I have already reached a lot and I think I am not a hopeless case. Tell me some more of your conversations with the master and I mayebe will succeed one day in finding the rest!

P.S. Children ask very hard for explanations, because they also have the great wish to understand the world they are living in. They do not give up too soon if the answer cannot be given – but the difference is, they are not frustraded so fast by this circumstance and do not begin to doubt at once.

By: Agnieszka

Agnieszka — Mon, 26 May 2008 17:55:16 +0000

Dear Hope..sweet dreams..
yet….being the bird…with wild heart…is not easy..
sometimes you…have to..touch the ground..and tame it..or nobody would love you..

Dear Yajna..thank you..I hope you’re having a great day yourself.

love
Agnieszka

By: Daniel

Daniel — Mon, 26 May 2008 16:50:33 +0000

When I was around 15 years old, I started rebelling against everything that I had learned up to that point in my life. I became embedded in a search for the truth. The truth in every aspect of life. It is ironic that Paulo chose to use this passage in his blog now, because everywhere that I look, the “truth” seems to contradict a previously learned “truth”… So, I guess you can say that I already decided that the truth is lost… Maybe It survived in bits and pieces, but as a whole, it does not exsist… But, I except that now, and with this passage, I think that I can except it that much more… It doesn’t mean that im hopeless or mad or disappointed… I am content.
Thank you Paulo.
And just wanna say hey to hope…HEY!!! :)

By: Clover

Clover — Mon, 26 May 2008 16:47:58 +0000

So nice. I knew why it had turned heaven or hell after that split second, I pictured myself in the moment and knew.
I love reading you Paulo.

Smiling again.

Hugs,

Clover

By: Hope

Hope — Mon, 26 May 2008 15:43:10 +0000

Hey Yajna i am at peace today, despite hectic times in exams and studies, but i find this site to be my Oasis and people like you feed my soul. thank you for taking the moment to think of us, I Hope you are kepping your heart in the light, love hope
Agnieszka i am going to sleep now, but will be taking the words you wrote with me into my dreams, i smile when i read it. tell me do you see your self as this different bird? because if you do, then we are similar in our differences. I find myself often to be a bird of a different colour who sings a different tune then those around me. it is good to know that i am not alone. My heart is truly like a wildhorse, but i try not to tame it rather just run with it.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -that perches in the soul -
and sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

Love to you all, Hope
Paulo, Thank you!

By: Yajna

Yajna — Mon, 26 May 2008 14:06:25 +0000

Dearest Paulo and friends,

This made me smile.
Beautifully said.
I see why he was your master, Paulo.

Friends, how are you all today? Paulo?
Sometimes we get so engrossed in writing our opinions, we forget simple things, like asking each other how we are today…

Thank you for being
Yajna

By: Agnieszka

Agnieszka — Mon, 26 May 2008 13:56:58 +0000

The meaning of life..love..
enthusiasm..
being….a child..yes..

Maxence Fermine in “Snowflake” – writes:
“There are two kinds of people; those who live, play and die, and those whose only occupation is keeping the equilibrium on the edge of life.
There are actors and there are heavenly dancers.”

What if you are the second kind of people? Does it bring you comfort? Does it bring you peace?
No, not really. You look around, everybody is satisfied, at peace, to some extend of course, yet you….you still want something, even though you have so much, nobody around you have, and they look at you like you are…yes..ungrateful, like you are…capricious maybe. And you, yourself feel that you maybe even want to be like them, just to have this peace inside, but…you are..different. You are like a bird..you want to be free..you want to dance in sky…you want to feel everything with your whole being,…you.. There are moments when you feel free, when you feel this harmony with nature, when you feel like flying, dancing to the music of your heart. But your heart is a stranger sometimes, takes you where you’re not supposed to go, makes you crazy, makes you lost.
Life is like the wind; calm, quiet, gentle sometimes…, and violent, intense..unpredictable..few moments later;
it can dance the waltz and it can do the tango.
But how long can you dance the tango?
What if you out of breath, do you still want to go on? ..until you lose conscious..

hmm…touching…feeling..emotions of the world..

love
Agnieszka

By: Love

Love — Mon, 26 May 2008 12:52:08 +0000

Then my True Will would be to keep myself as closer to my child as possible, but, in the meantime, both my child and I would be Living. The energy of Love would be within me and within Him, whether living phisically close or not.

By: Love

Love — Mon, 26 May 2008 12:10:38 +0000

Last night I couldn´t sleep, I couldn´t.

I awoke in the middle of the night. Very scared because, I was having a bad dream. A dream with evil spirits from the darkness. It was an awful dream but now the only thing I can remember (almost) is that, when I awoke, I was so frightened. I had to pray over and over again Our Father and Hail Mary. When I decided to get up, still in the dark, I had to turn on the light. Then I went out and, the bright of the Moon and the Stars, took definetely away the dread I was feeling. I always feel protected while looking at the Stars, and the Moon. I always feel that as long as the Bright of my Moon is there, I will be always well protected, despite of the dark around. The Mother is always here, the only thing is that I want to feel Her even more. Being even closer to Her, in Her arms.

If my Soul Mate were here, right now, I would ask him/her: “Can you look after my child (whether human or not) while I go out, to do some things that I have to do, please?”

I can only ask to look after my child to my human Soul Mate.