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Honored.
Cyril Sam-
Please don’t take your comments off,we are hearing the other side of the story for a change. I like that.
“Here comes the sun” Nice song. Thanks.
Have a “Smile day”. :) :) :)
@Marie-Christine
Distracted you say. Did I write something wrong? Should I take my comment off?
I got distracted by Cyril Sam’s site. Obituary to Intelligence. I want to thank you for what you wrote.
J’ai regarde “le journal” (une addition a mon “every day Master”. J’ai vu que Jamel faisait une pub pour les handicapes. Bravo. Une chose qui m’avait frappe en arrivant en Australie etait la maniere dont ils integraient les “personnes handicapes” – simplement superbe – que ce soit les enfant a l’ecole et les adultes qui peuvent trouver un travail. J’ai vu un change en France cette fois-ci..
I watched “Le Journal” (A French news) – something to add to my “Every day Master” and Jamel (an actor) was doing an add for handicaped people. Congratulations. One of the thing that really impressed me when I first arrived in Australia was the way handicaped people were integrated. Just superb. – the children at school and the adults in the workforce. I saw a change in France this time.
In the process of loving GOD have we forgotten to love each other?
http://bit.ly/IFbuD
Hiii Paulo Coelho!!! I must confess I wish to call u by your first name coz you have truly inspired me since the first day I read your Alchemist novel to the last novel(Confessions of a Pilgrim) … They have truly changed me from inside out and has given me a new perspective to life and humanity and myself.I too wish to be writer some day and in that respect I have started a blog touching different aspects of our lives.
My blog: http://www.ravimanoram.blogspot.com ….. It is titled “Life through My Eyes”
I had this relationship with a man. It was a long distance relationship, but we shared more than physical experiences, spritual experiences.
Now, he told me that it’s better to be only friends because of the distance, and that a relationship like that wouldn’t work.
And I’m just having break downs everyday… even though I try to stay strong ITS SO HARD….
I feel like I lost a huge part of me, because even trough the distance, he filled a lot of empty spaces in my heart…
What should I do? I really miss him and care for him…
:(
I have begun a journey of spirituality.
Different events in my life have been happening and they are unfolding in such a way that I know I am being led but the purpose is still unknown. Let me start by saying, I am Catholic and I was raised that way, as a child never really understanding religion. Yet, I had a personal relationship with my own God who, for me, is like a father figure. I have a great family and had a perfect life with no fighting and no problems and I was lucky enough to always have a family that loved me and showed it to me all the time. Then 2 years ago my little brother passed away. He was 12 and his name is Alex. He died of a disease called ehlers-danlos which is very rare. There were no symptoms and he was not sick at all, he was perfectly normal and healthy. His heart just stopped and I was there when I heard him yell at 4am. When I came into his room I sensed that someone else was there, but I did not see any one. When he passed away at the hospital the doctors did not know why and so for months we did not understand what happened. Until his DNA was sent out. Since then I have felt different. I know people change after grief but I understand things much more now. I feel like I am not supposed to be here. As soon as it happened I begged God to let me go there. I asked God to take me back, that the world is cruel and people here live in fear. I am 22 years old, after graduating I bought a one way ticket to nyc to be an opera singer. It has been a few months and I always knew I was meant to come here but didn’t fully understand why.. Different things have happened to me and each time I expect a miracle to happen or God to some how show me a “sign” there is none. But.. I keep being introduced to people who are atheists. In fact, almost every one I meet here turns out to be an atheist. I never judge people’s beliefs because we are all different and we all discover love for ourselves but for a while I was being affected by it. I was starting to worry about what would happen to me after I died. Then.. I was in a shopping center in ny and was about to get on the escalator when two boys came running up to me. They asked me if I knew who the mother was. I thought for sure they were part of some religion trying to recruit people. I started asking them questions and was wondering what made them come to the city and walk up to me and ask me this. Did something tragic happen in their lives that made them more spiritual? They said no.. they just wanted me to know about the female side of God. I had actually never really thought about that before. I had been reading the witch of portebello and after this incident I came to the part in the book that talks about that. It was a crazy coincidence. Also, I have been noticing (when im not looking for it) I come across a little white feather on the subway seat before I sit down. It is always one and it is always small. It has happened about 4 times already. One white feather. I just (tonight) finished reading the witch of portebello and read in the back that Paulo Coelho would find a white feather and start writing. When I read this it kind of freaked me out. The Alchemist found me right after my brother passed away and I went to Barnes and Noble to pick up something that would speak to me.. I didn’t know what it was I was looking for I just knew I would know what it was when I saw it. I didn’t know anything about the Alchemist and I actually have no idea why I picked it up because I didn’t even know who the author was. After I read it I loved it. When I came across another point in my life where I felt I needed guidance I went and picked up the witch of portebello. Now I am beginning to sense there is much more the spirit is capable of than we understand. It is the unseen. It is what people fear. When ever I begin talking about my little brother and things I have seen (there is much more) people get scared. I have had people get up and leave and say I’m sorry. I never try to preach to people or “put the fear of God into them” or anything like that. I believe in love and a world full of it. For some reason though, people fear it. I am still trying to figure out why I am being sent in this direction but its bringing me closer to my little brother… and at the same time scaring the shit out of me. Last night I had a dream something was trying to get me, something bad was pulling my legs and I have had this dream before. Like everything in life there is an opposite. A positive and negative. A good and a bad. I find that every time I get closer to the good, the bad becomes stronger. I don’t know if there is anyone out there who understands what I am saying. This is the first time I have posted anything about this. But after what I read about the white feather.. I had to say something…it was just too weird
Catherine, I loved every word of it. I wonder if you’ve written it yourself?
Anyway, thanks for sharing it.
My blog: http://misanthropist-gurl.blogspot.com/?zx=17eb949beaf0b526
Jenovia,
Nicely written and the flow is beautiful.
Yes, He will always be with you, always no matter what ! Because every breath you take and every words you make, is coming out of his wisedom.The vastness of sea never is empty because the depth of sea where he lies, is unknown to all of us. We all call him by the same name, LOVE.
God bless you !
Carolena Sabah,
Thank your very much, I will check out others too… :)
God bless you !
Here’s a post called “The True Cause of Depression” provoked by the suicide of one of my patients. If any of you are strugging with depression or just find yourselves down once in a while, I hope this might help.
“About two years ago a patient of mine, Mr. Burndt, committed suicide. When his wife, who was also my patient, told me the news at one of her visits, I was shocked. Fully aware that 40% of older patients who are suicidal visit their primary care doctors within one week of killing themselves, I found myself wondering over and over how I’d missed recognizing the severity of his distress. I’d known he’d been suffering from depression but had thought it mild.
But even more shocking than the news of his suicide was the reason his wife gave for it: six months earlier, he’d been involved in a car accident and had inadvertently killed a pedestrian. In the end, he simply couldn’t live with the guilt…”
To read the rest of the post, please visit: http://happinessinthisworld.com/2009/03/08/the-true-cause-of-depression/
Santosh,
I love the piece of music, it’s by Yann Tiersen, you’ll probably like his other ones too.
Candie,
Wow, I cannot believe the story. Ignoring the church for a minute, I do blame the family unit, and I wonder, how could the mother not know and sense this in her daughter, I find that absurd…. I really do! First of all, sense that her child is being raped or molested and sense that she might be pregnant, or at least notice and sense a change in her daughter because of the pregnancy….
And the church… God’s law? rape is a part of God’s law?
Ugh… so frustrating!!!!
I used to have the most wondrous relationship with a man. He was and is perfect. I would see him every single day. Get lost in his essence, touch him, feel him, and speak with him about anything and everything. This man loved me unconditionally, still does to this day, and I know that love has never ceased. The first thing I would do when I awakened from my slumber, was reach out to him, nudge him with my love, and let him know that I was there, thinking of him always. I never grew tired telling him how much I loved him. Some times we would be separated, life at times getting in the way of our love affair. This never mattered. We would always welcome one another back with open arms. He was my truth, my solitude, and my savior.
This man was a dream. A dream because I wanted him to be. He was masculine, because I wanted him to be. He was beautiful, because I wanted him to be. Kind, patient, forgiving, affectionate, loving, all because I wanted him to be. In his presence all was possible. Nothing was ever too far and the feeling of invincibility was mine despite all of the hardships surrounding us.
Then, tragedy struck, paralyzing everything that was ever in motion. I was blinded from all that was before. No movement and no sight. I was forever changed, but the change was slight. Nonetheless we were both conscious of this. I was angry at him. I put all of the blood that I saw on his hands and he became the murderer of my life. I cursed him, yelled at him, and told him to never again stand before me. His love….I no longer desired. His touch was repulsive, and his word….meaningless. I cut our silver cord and floated so very far away from him, from us, and from our love. With a heavy head he walked out of my life, never once trying to change my decision.
I did not miss him. Not at all. I was too busy preoccupied with my healing to notice his absence. The road I was walking along was dangerous, dark, and required my endless attention. So many times I needed help, wanted help, but never once did I think to ask my true love. How could I? I banished him from my life and the man that I once thought was so powerful, was useless in my eyes. A disappointment.
From time to time I could sense him trying to reach me. I could feel him tugging on my cord, pulling him towards me. I just pushed these attempts away. He had hurt me, betrayed me, and took away my love and happiness.
The time that passed, walking that road, was much too much. The solitude was unbearable but my pride was too strong to run back into his arms. Years down the road I started to miss him. I didn’t know how to ask him to come back. I didn’t know if he would even have me. I spoke with many friends about this. They told me of course he would take me back, that he loved me unconditionally, that he has always loved me despite my treatment towards him. I was not convinced. I was scared and confused, I didn’t know where to start. More time passed and my life was not what it should have been, but I still was not ready to take that leap of faith.
I thought about him often, wondered what he was doing, if he thought of me too, and if he felt what I was feeling. Then I would just shake my head. OF course he did. He ALWAYS knew. Why should this time be any different?
So finally the day came when I was ready to jump into his arms, to leave everything behind, and take nothing but faith with me on this road to my personal legend. Needless to say he took me back with open arms, embraced me, loved me, and filled me in on everything that I missed while we were away from one another. I cried, I told him how sorry I was for leaving his life, how much I yearned for him while he was away, and how I knew I was wrong for blaming him for things that he just couldn’t control. The truth is, he never left me. Just gave me space when I needed it, asked for it.
We don’t talk about the past, only joyful recollections of the good times. We learned from each other and we still continue to learn from one another to this day. That will never cease. I am not half of what he is, I do not have his patience nor his wisdom, but everyday I am trying to become what he his. To know what he knows. Never again will I leave this man and this man will never leave me.
Some call him God, Allah…..I call him ‘My Love’.
An Obituary printed in the London Times…….
Interesting, and sadly rather true
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valu able lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights; I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
&n bsp;I’m A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
just take a break. cause sometimes it’s exhausting.
Angeline16
All of Paulo’s books share a common theme: of finding yourself – either for the 1st time, the 10th time or the 100th time, and finding out during that journey, how there is a Higher Authority that guides our path.
One of the hardest things I find to follow on this theme, is the concept of surrendering, whether it is to my own true self or to the Higher Authority.
How can one trust something or someone you cannot see, when those that you can see, touch and hold in the palm of your hands, have proven some times that they are not worthy of your trust?
We receive so much insight from the books we read, the people we meet, the sights we see, the things we touch, and the emotions we feel… How do we sort out the real from the false? The divine within each?
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/world/europe/08vatican.html?ref=world
Reality is so … arbitrary.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/religion/2009-03-09-american-religion-ARIS_N.htm?csp=DailyBriefing
Are people loosing their faith? Are people just questioning their beliefs? Are people moving away from religion and becoming more spiritual?
What is this change that is occuring?
Thank you Santosh Kalwar for the music. Have a nice day too.
LOVE,
Thelma
A nice music- :)
http://mybheja.blogspot.com/2009/03/piano.html
Good day !