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John.

My Saying is……”A fear is only a fear as long you let it frighten you, Face it and it no longer a fear”

It makes sense to me lol

Kathleen xxoo

I think nobody forget to be a child. From the moment you remember YOU, then is easy to believe without fear and trust God. Trust God as you trust a parent and love Him as you love your parent, and believe that He will do everything for you as a parent does. The difference is that God is not a limited human been and that He always succedes, allways keep his promisse and always gives you presents and love… :)

“Let the children come to Me”. Meaning too “Let your inner child come to Me”.

I think the child conserves better the original soul that has been put in his little body at birth. And we still have all that kind of soul, it’s not gone, it’s just hidden under tons of worries, fears, sadness, things that have been teached and delivered to us by our own family, by the school and by society. A child believe everybody and everything and drink both healthy education and poisoning feelings…So no wander why our soul lost its vigour and purity, the original shiness.

Getting mature, we are now able to realise that and start washing and polishing our child soul.

Believe like a child!

Thank you, Mr.Paulo, for this reminder.

Adina

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Paul,
Thank you for your references to Brida. I wanted to read a book in Spanish while on a trip to Mexico this November and it just happened to be the only PC book I haven’t read. It was the first time when I understood that letting someone go when in a dual situation can be an act of love. It was the first time I saw outside of me what I’ve been struggling on the inside.
It is the shine in my own eyes I am fighting for right now.
Danke für die Liebe, Glauben und Hoffnung.
In der richtigen Reise ist es wie weit nicht von Bedeutung…

Oole:

“may the voice of your heart be the only one you listen to”
In the midst of deciding which continent to choose, which work to continue and which to sacrifice, and in between rationalizing just how wrong and right I might be in my actions or my judgment of his actions, these words made me stop and gasp for air. Like the quote on here a few weeks ago, “direction is the most important before embarking on a journey”. I’ve been feeling guilty for not being able to make the goals for 2009 yet, not being able to choose a direction.
I stood still, and realized I couldn’t stop my mind, and also couldn’t feel my heart. I need to find it; no direction is worth following if I can’t hear my heart.
Thank you for your wisdom.

Leonard,

Sometimes limits are a necessary step. One cannot release itself without knowing what it’s releasing from first. Thank you for placing the mirror back on the self, it made me think that maybe I have preconceptions and maybe I am projecting my ignorance in love on him.
“The warrior of light believes . . . that his thought can change his life, and his life begins to change.” – it is true, I have seen it happen in other areas of my life, where it was maybe easier to believe. I feel I need to find my voice and then the courage to believe in it.
Thank you for reminding me that words and never just words.

~*~

A man was walking on the street, weighed down by the two baskets of stone he was carrying. He reached a crossroad, and, uncertain of where to go, asked God.
- Which is the right way to reach you?
- The way in front of you. Let go of your weights and follow it, replied God.
The man was so thrilled that God has spoken to him, that he started walking on the road in front of him. But it was full of rocks, and it was hard to carry heavy baskets. Sooner or later, he tripped and fell. Some of his rocks fell out his baskets, and he tried to replace them, but it was hard to tell which ones are his and which ones were on the road.
He kept walking, and tripping, thinking that this is the path God chose for him. As he got tired, and bruised, he stopped putting rocks back in his baskets every time he fell, and with every fall his basket would get lighter and easier to carry. Even so, he still kept tripping on rocks and falling, but he would get up, thinking “it is my path to God”
At the end of the road, he asked God:
- I have found you! I passed every test and hardship you placed on my road, so I can be worthy. I got up after every rock I tripped on knowing it is there to test my faith. I only have one rock left to give you.
- I didn’t place any hardships on the road, answered God. And it pains me to see all you people carrying those rocks. That’s why I told you and everyone before you to let go of your weights and follow. But people think that letting go is not something God would say, and choose only to listen to the follow.

In tears, the man took the last rock he was carrying, and instead of giving it to God, finally dropped it on the ground.

Concisely, and brilliantly put. Bravo.

I’m 38 years old and have been going through experiences and challenges that have brought me to these realizations on my own over the most recent years of my life. What I am learning now is that an important factor in not only the epiphany, but the maintenance of the sentiment, is to reaffirm it regularly in whatever manner you choose whether it be in writing, creating, prayer, meditation, physical work out, or any other ritual you create for yourself.

Time to pamper your soul is not usually a priority for us and I believe it should be a part of everyone’s life. Unfortunately, self reflection has taken a back seat to an inundation of superficial media input. It’s just easier. That’s where the hard work comes in. Discipline. Without it, life seems to sail by without oars and before we know it 10 years have passed and nothing in your life has changed except your frustration level – not for the better.

When I forget, I instinctively search for that thread so I can pick up where the stitch left off. Thank you for being the thread this time. I’ll be checking in every once in awhile to avoid losing my place again. It’s hard to see the road in the dark sometimes and it seems I keep letting people shut those damn lights off no matter how high I try to put the light switch.

From one naïve human to another – Te quiero, Paulo Coelho. The Warrior Stands Alone, but it’s nice to look around and see you’re not the only one. ;)

What a moving, chaotic landscape of your yearning soul you paint, Anlao!

Keep your ears shut and may the voice of your heart be the only one you listen to, if you like your love untarnished. People’s words are a maze: listen to them long enough and you are lost.

Your words are so very true. We all need to be reminded. Thank you!

I am tired of believing he will love me only to discover every time he just activates every woman in his circle and goes with the first one to respond. I am tired of believing in a fight where I see all the other warrior ‘enemies’ being wonderful women being hurt, and used, like I am. How can I be so rude and cruel to believe that I am better than them, I deserve him more than them, how can i aim at their weaknesses just to gain a few meters in a monstrous battle, when I know from my own skin the kind of damage that those strikes can do? And if I ever get him, how can I than expect them to respect our love and to stop throwing themselves at him, when even i didn’t, and acted to separate whatever relationship is there, all in the name of ‘love’.

I am tired of feeling I have to strategize, strike, give in and hold up, analyze, compare and hit again, when everything I believe about love inside of me isn’t that. i am tired of tarnishing my ideals of love.

I am tired of seeing him hurt and use wonderful women in my name, when i am here, single, unattached. i am tired of realizing i am not the one he loves, just the one he loves to use as an excuse.
I am tired of feeling i don’t love him enough because i refuse to live a lie, and close my eyes to everything he’s doing. And of showing that because of my love, i owe it to myself and him to face up the reality, unpleasant as it may be.

I am tired of defending myself all the time, tired of being called a coward because I would not walk on other’s woman relationship to reach his lips. I do not feel a coward, but it is used against me so often I feel I should feel a coward.

I am tired of loneliness, of believing i can love, of believing love will come, and then feeling guilty of daring to think it will come maybe from some one else, anyone else. I am tired of being accused that maybe I didn’t love him enough if I don’t fight for him, that means I don’t love him more than anything else.

I am tired of being told that to love and feel all the insanities of love I should close my eyes and just jump. I believe you can feel every intensity of love with your eyes wide open, and after knowing and seeing it would be a hypocrisy. I am tired of being accused of everything I know somehow inside of me is right.

I am tired of believing there is somebody that can understand me, that can see every side of me, and willing to understand that there are more sides to a person. I am tired to see people project on me what they think the stereotype of a single side should be, and only feed and react to that side.

I am tired of all the hype men put on a hymen, i tired to be in pain. i am tired to see that only that matters, my tears don’t matter, my skin screaming for a touch doesn’t matter. I am tired of being reduced to only that, and of fighting to believe that there is actually more to me.

I am tired of needing, and afterwards tired of feeling a whore.

I am tired of thinking I need to escape, and get out of here. But I feel if I stay, more parts of me will die. i am tired of cutting roots again, and losing friendships. and i am tired of being accused of running away. I don’t feel a coward, I don’t feel wrong about wanting a new place and maybe finally love for my heart.

I am tired of him projecting his rape fantasies on me, when all i want is to be held and cry until i can cry no more.

I am tired. with the story of him or not, I am tired of this mental swamp of mine. I am tired of seeing no end in sight, of seeing no relief for my heart, no love that can be free in me.

Forgive me to fail believing today, Paulo.

The only thing that keeps me going today is that I have already been by the side of the road. And that is why I must get up and walk.