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Issue nº 187 - Vitriol or bitterness
Edição nº 187 - O vitríolo ou a amargura
Edición nº 187 - El vitriolo o la amargura
Édition nº 187 - Le vitriol ou l’amertume
Edizione nº 187 - Il vetriolo o l’amarezza
désolée , pas possible actuellement de pouvoir commenter à propos de ce livre : je ne l'ai pas lu , comme bien d'autres apparemment
je pense aller chercher vos livres vendredi , comme ça je comprendrai mieux ….et pourrai en parler
sinon , à propos de l'amertume , je pense que tout ressentiment mêlé de tristesse et de déception est entretenu par la peur , la peur de…
Sorry, not possible at present to be able to comment about this book: I did not read it, as many others apparently
I think of fetching your books on Friday, like that I shall understand better and can speak about it
Otherwise, about the bitterness, I think that any resentment mixed(involved) by sadness and by disappointment is maintained by the fear, the fear of…
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“To learn is to eliminate.” J.P. Changeux
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Good evening,
Thank you for that you took time and read my lines. Usually I never cry in public. This is public here…:) And my lines are never asking for compasion (as Paul from Austria had said once about himself). But to keep the attention of only single soul that needs, in a certain moment of his/her life, a hand, a word, an idea, something that could make him find a solution for a problem. Then I am happy. Even if someone recognize himself in some parts of my life descrition,means he can see he is not alone, he can see someone else has found some solutions, he can say: “It is hope for myself too, for sure”. Hope is so good. We all know the 3 Cristian virtues:
Faith
Hope
Love
We need them all.
About angel perfume: I shouldn’t mention it at all last time, people will think I am a freaky creature. There ARE perceptible signs of angels or saints or …I don’t know, more advanced etherical friends, and the perfume is one of them. Or when you kiss an Orthodox icon (very rarely,but is a perfume that comes from outside and inside you, I cannot explain it), it can be felt.Or you cand feel a presence around you or in front of you. Such things happened very rarely in my life, but…happened.
Mr. Coelho, could we have a subject about: “The Call” we have (or not have) in our life? About mission, or destiny. But every one of us had felt an impulse to do something or to take a certain step in his life, or to follow a certain direction. And we couldn’t explain why we feel that. Like an urge from inside. Thank you.
I don’t know about Catholic priest or other religions, but Orthodox priest, some of them have special spiritual abilities, can see things to become. Don’t take me wrong…I certainelly do not believe everybody that speak nice to me or say: I know your future, bla-bla…But this one that I’ve met in 2003 I think, knew my thoughts. This is the story:
Some friends of mine said to me: let’s go to this priest as he sees the future. As I respected them, I said: ok, let’s do it. But I didn’t even dare to believe that their priest will know my future.Common…. :)
Well, we got there. Many poor or sick people waiting for his touch or blessing and word. After he served in the church all day, and we all were so hungry and tired of waiting, he asked the first person tto step forward. He was in chair unable to walk. The priest said to all people in the church that the man will walk. And I said to myself: Common, people, what is this teather here? I want to go home.
Then the priest looked at me and said: you are next. I stoped breathing. Then, while he was praying, he turnet his back to me and I watched Holly Mother from the icon and I said in my mind, totally scared: Holly Mother, protect me. Perhaps this priest is doing a Black Magic or something. And I lift “my protection wall” in a second. Then I said in my mind (I repeat, in my mind) to the priest:”Father, please don’t tell me bad things will come and please, don’t speak to the entire church about my personal life. I shouldn’t come here after all.” And I just closed my soul in my safety box, praying for protection.
In the next second, the priest turned back to me with some wide open eyes and said (and all church heard it): Where do you leave? Come back, open your heart, don’t close down communication with me”. People, I got FROZEN. So, it is possible that another human being to hear my thoughts and to feel my feelings this way. And yes, he told me:”All your dreams will become true. You will wont believe it, but yes, absolutely all you have ever dreamed about in all your entire life will become true. In 2 years.” Of course I didn’t believe him. I went home. Years passed. And one day, in 2005,in almost 2 weeks everything started to be real: career, family, love, respect, decent life, social recognition, living abroad,…., everything (don’t imagine I got reach). I am talking about my very private secret dreams and some of them…quite impossible.
Now I am so confident when I declare: impossible is possible. I’ve been there. :) Lucky me.
So I thank God every day and night because he shared with me such things. And he would share them with anybody,but to find their door opened. Mine is not allways opened, but now, when I call him, he is right here, next to me. That’s why I am happy, healthy and very optimistic. I share my optimism with you. Take it all. I have plenty…:)
So again I have written too much. But, when would I have the chanse to let Mr. Coelho know me than now…I opened myself to you as I trust you.
Love, Adina
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As I read this article I recognize some of the description in myself.
It bothers me of course, what have I done and why do I continue to make the same mistakes.
To Adina, what you shared gives me hope because I see some of your life struggles in mine. You have overcome many difficulties and I see someone with great strength, protection, and openest. I wish for you many adventurous and happy moments in part II. Thank you for sharing.
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Joy as a gift from God, or love, are good remedies to vitriol.
Catherine
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Well,in one very hard moment of my life,I traveled in a foreign country.All decided in a minute.I was there next day,and walking on streets I entered a church.All empty.But I went inside,and my mind seemed to find a fast peace,all of a sudden.I looked up,and in front of me was a statue of an angel.I always think was a crucial moment.The peace that I felt was very powerful,and after that I passed over the taugh period easily.I am sure was not only a statue there,but somewhere around me some good entity.Love
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Dear Adina ,
I am moved by your story: please have shared it to us
I wanted to know if you had smelt the flavor(perfume) of the angels, or if you imagined the flavor(perfume) of the angels
Because it is sometimes difficult to speak about certain things, or we say to ourselves that it is personal and that the others are not ready to hear(understand) what is not realized( Or people are afraid of the stranger, and become sometimes aggressive)
I am going to tell what I have never said, but I know that it is the moment to speak about it: I I feel the angels and I feel their energy of love , I do not see them but I feel their presences not every day but from time to time
I am someone very common, I think that each has to share what he lives because it is the information, the knowledge that will kill the fear of the people or the civilizations
Speak, love
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My dearest Paul from Austria, I wonder if we, two, were ever meeting walking opposite one another, who would be going to be … in the wrong direction?? I think, we may have started … flying ..upwards!
Dear Adina, I have read many stories of people who were deprived and cut from Hope, Faith and God. All of them were trying to explain the miracle of life with their … mind and logic, all of them hopeless, miserable creatures having money, material things and their Ego as their God. A minute, a shock, a ‘thunderbolt’ has made them see the Truth. We are here to learn and love, and as our Paulo Coelho says, we are all Warriors of Light and we are not… alone.
Love,
Thelma
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just as well I am not taking it personally….
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Good evening,
This is a really interesting issue. And now I will write a lot about it.
The wall concept of course is true.
These come from my experience: I built myself o high and strong wall while being a teenager. If I wouldn’t, I would go kill myself, because of family problems (extremely difficult and psychologically poisoning living athmosphere and mental and emotional violence and lack of human respect from parents). That’s when I tried to find my peace and that minimum of inner comfort (at 14 I started to read Psalms of David, just because I let the Bible to open wherever it opened).Nobody ever teached me or adviced me to do that.We were living in communism.Just my grand-grand-mom tried to tell me something, but I was a child and didn’t understand her.
I never liked Bible as it seemed to me too difficult to read and with lots of stupidities (that’s how I was educated to believe in a comunistic country). While reading the first few lines of Pslams, I started crying, but a real cry, profound cry…Every single word seemed to be addresed and written especially for my heart and it was like the Bible was created and designed just for me and it waited for me to grow-up and open it one day. I still connect very fast with God while reading Psalms. Orthodox Cristians understand for sure how powerful are Psalms.
So I tried: my Bible from my Grand-grand-Mother, yoga (at 17),church (at 18 till 22),little philosophy in highschool, lots of psychology and therapy for proffesionals later in university(I consider I still don’t know nothing),reading and watching SF movies.
Eventually all my familial world colapsed (my parents and my only sister were shoked that I became by the age of 17 prety much as a noon (I was still in highschool), from a shiny attractive teenager, that used to dance all night long on Snap and Doctor Alban music at that time. They were making fun of me and isolated me from friends, relatives, my mom even speatting on my face for real because I woke up in the morning at 6 to be the first in church on Sundays. My dad turned and dropped in the garbage my hundred books with lifes of saints, philosophy or whatever I considered interesting to read. My dad,a military career person, never ill in his entire life and 100% atheist, just…died suddently later on of brain cancer (the cancer come from…nowhere).Before that my parents divorced and remared.Didn’t care too much about me, They were too bussy with themselves and with re-building their lifes after 20 years of marriage. They never asked me: Adina, why do you go to curch? What is in your soul, “my child?”.
Later on, my sister, perfectly healthy person, gave birth to a baby girl with Spina Bifida. Mom … became a depressed person. She lives with me today. Her choise, not mine…She still poisons me (hope God forgives me). I mean my family was somehow punished. God knows I wanted to have a nice decent and peacefull family, I wanted love and respect. And not just food or clothes, as I was not a house pet.
Now, all this time, till the age of 14, I developed form myself and world around me a quite therapeutic optimism. I get from somewhere energy and joy when I am down. People that know me say I am such a “tonic” person. And while growing-up, building optimism and started to ignore my protection wall, my poisoning family was colapsing. I built a strong career,I was blessed later on with a great baby boy (unique in my family and the only one that will take the herritage to the next generations that will come after me), I saw, my friends, all my dreams coming true (all of them).
And I found a new family among strangers and among saints painted on churche’s walls (St.Anthony, St.Nicolas, Holly Mother, Holly Gost, Holly Father, my angels - I bet they are there - Question: Is it familiar to you a certain parfum you feel while praying? I liked to imagine that is angles parfum). Well, perhaps, I shouldn’t tell you all these, as they are too precious things for me, but perhaps you could get good ideas for your life improval. I don’t usually share with people such secrets, but look, Paulo did it and he is doing it every day and every night for us.
What about my wall? It is still there, but is not ‘fashionable” anymore today and it is mostly useless. What I wanted to share to you was how I found my peace, how I learned to talk to my soul, to God, but having in the same time a usual common life as everybody. I am sad when I see people that I meet sometimes on my way, and I recognize that some of them are half-way behind me in this kind of emotional security search, and if they are open enough, then I conciliate them. I should call myself lucky that I finished by now my primary journey while being teenager. Now is “phase II” time, or part II of my life. The preaty one. :)
Could I ask you the following question:
What do you think about visionar Cristian priests, that see more then others and that see the future? And that know what is in your mind right in that minut? I had a cool experience few years ago. Still have it in my mind.
Thank you for your time, friends.
Have a good night!
:)
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¿Por qué le llamas vitriol a la amargura?
Alguna razón importante has de tener para usar esta palabra alquimista
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I had heard the word ‘vitriol’ and it had made a big imppression on me. There was a story that a man had threw vitriol on a woman’s face to destroy her beauty because of jealousy.
As it is referred in the article ‘libido’ exists, although they could not trace its .. elements! So it is ‘bitterness’! Not .. traceable. It is inside us in ..Hibernation and .. wakes up … every Sunday afternoon or…. in a ..mature age, whenever we are .. nostalgic!! We regret for our .. lost dreams, our un- uttered words or expressions of love, for the .. enthusiasm and joy that have faded in our everyday lives, in routine, in the … safety of our ‘walls’. But whenever we think that we are … lost in ‘vitriol’, there appears a spark of the Light inside us, a ‘kiss’ from our Guardian Angel and we experience the Truth, that these are only trying times, lessons and that these … Sunday afternoons are only a shadow of our bright, sunny afternoons of real Life.
Love,
Thelma
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I remember poor Don Quijote or Madam Bovary.They cant live with reality,and ended bad.I think tey are best example of people searching in vain to live their ilusions.Sometime I dream too much.But I do dare do things.I tried a crazy thing while young.I dont know if I am little crazy or not.hmmm,I like bitter things,I mean bitter chocolate,grapefruits,black coffee…..Somebody said is because my life too sweet?
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This one really hits the nail on the head. I wonder how many people can relate to this explanation of bitterness?
When out and about, running or hiking, and I meet a group of people travelling in the opposite direction, I often exclaim with a smile, “You are all going in the wrong direction!” It’s wonderful to see the expression on their faces…;)
Love, & be different, Paul
(I used to hate Sunday afternoons as a child)
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quand je lis vos écrits , je suis impressionnée par l’ampleur du travail que vous fournissez , et la qualité de vos écrits … combien de temps passé , combien de recherches , combien de questionnement et aussi de sélection pour en arriver à cela
chapeau bas , je suis humble et encore plus petite face à tout cela
je remercie dieu de vous avoir permis de pouvoir transcrire aussi nettement votre pensées … et je me dis et les livres , qu’est ce que cela doit-être ! ! et je remercie l’outil informatique et internet : quelles possibilités nous sont offertes
A nous de ne pas les gâcher …quelle chance nous avons
quelle chance immense aussi de pouvoir communiquer et lire tant de richesse
serons-nous en faire profitable . je l’espère de tout coeur
courage et allégresse
When I read your papers, I am impressed by the scale of the work which you supply, and the quality of your papers how long crossed(spent), how many searches(researches), how much questioning and also of selection to get to this point low hat there, I am humble and even smaller in front of all this
I thank god for having allowed you I can transcribe so sharply your thoughts and I say myself and deliver them, that what is that it has to be!! And I thank the IT and internet tool: which possibilities are offered to us A we not to waste(spoil) them which becomes moldy we have which luck(chance) immense also to be able to communicate and read so much wealth
We shall be to make it profitable. I hope for it wholeheartedly
Courage and enjoyment
Sido
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désolée , pas possible actuellement de pouvoir commenter à propos de ce livre : je ne l’ai pas lu , comme bien d’autres apparemment
je pense aller chercher vos livres vendredi , comme ça je comprendrai mieux ….et pourrai en parler
sinon , à propos de l’amertume , je pense que tout ressentiment mêlé de tristesse et de déception est entretenu par la peur , la peur de…
Sorry, not possible at present to be able to comment about this book: I did not read it, as many others apparently
I think of fetching your books on Friday, like that I shall understand better and can speak about it
Otherwise, about the bitterness, I think that any resentment mixed(involved) by sadness and by disappointment is maintained by the fear, the fear of…
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