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I enjoyed the first sharing very muan and my baby was 6 days old.
Alla
http://www.allasobirova.com
Hello Master.
Im sitting here newly awaken with my coffee and your blog -My morning rutin. Even though Im here every morning getting my soul, heart and thoughts at place, and even though I read all of your books over and over again, in swedish english and spanish I never even once tried to show you my appressiation.
Im at the moment on vaccation in far up north in Sweden, where the sun never setts.
The signs are all around me. My life is filled with love and magic.
Im not sure you gonna read this, or even if you do I understand if you dont have time to all the strange questions you must get, but I´ll write it anyway..;)
Over the last year Im getting more spiritual, it started with a sudden feeling of strong love and closeness to a person that I hadent talked to in a long time and a day after this person contacts me.
This has been progressing and now I get feelings about everything, mostly its things that I get pushed to say to other people. I feel very connected with the angels.
But theres one thing that scares me. Sometimes when I enter a new place or a house or a environment, I get scared. Really bad energys and I just wanna leave, like I got bad powers around me, and it makes me wanna shut down.I dont belive in evil, but I really trust my feelings too.
Im gonna start reading the valkyries again and try to transform my ghosts into angels.
Paulo, its undescibable how your words and thoughts has affected me. I cant find the right words to expalin it, but I have feeling that I´ll meet you one day and then you will see my appressiation in my eyes and feel it in your heart. All is love/emma
Regards for all. Its good to have you.
Good Guys!! Sorry, I write too fast! :-)
By the way – Sjømannskirken is a very good alternative. I will make all the pirates become good guides. If I had the possibility I could go to Kristiansand today and listen to Slash and his friend. And the next day I would go to the Nidaros Cathedral and burn candles for sick people. God loves us all!!!!
It is not June 29th here, but June 30th already..
I personally cannot believe it is June 30th 2009. Just one year ago I started on a journey that I never will forget. Working with a team of four other individuals in our first ever meeting together I could not imagine the troubles and happy times we were to live together.
I am fighting back tears that came just by thinking about the team that have become my family one year later; we fight, we laugh, and we cry together.
Just finishing a “End of year Report” for the work I have done over the past year reminded me of all the ups and downs we have faced, when i had fights with one of them, or when one of us had decided to leave the team, and we selected someone else to join..
I think I have taken them all for granted, only did I realize how much they meant to me when we were in our last conference together as a team, and we did our farewells.
Each one of us are moving on to bigger and better things, but the memories of one year that changed the rest of our lives would always be with us.
The most happy of them when we would be going home from our endless meetings, signing stupid songs at the top of our lungs..
<3
A quote from my blog :-)
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Live only for today, for tomorrow may never come.
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Love Jessica
Dear Paulo,
A little while back a friend asked me to look over her son’s college application. There was a question in it about the most influential book he had read. The answer is a tribute to you. FYI, his father is on his deathbed as I write this.
Adib’s essay:
Of all the events and experiences that shape a life a few always stand out, like bright beacons that invite the mind, again and again, to revisit and re-examine one’s life in their light, and be transformed, again and again, by their life-changing influence. For me, such a transformative elixir came in the form of Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist.
I first read this book as a nine-year-old boy. The adventures of Santiago captured my young imagination, as I traveled with him, in my mind, from his home in Spain to the pyramids of Egypt in search of meaning. As much as I enjoyed reading this book as a child, its ultimate influence on my life needed, like an alchemist’s potion, not only time to develop, but also a catalyst. The final element needed for the transmutation of my mind was nothing less than fire.
I picked up the book again recently and read it while my father was battling yet another recurrence of a dangerous brain tumor. How many times had I seen him go under the knife, believing with all of my heart that this would be the last time? Each time, that hope was dashed with a look on my mother’s face, as she brought the news of the latest test results, or by my father’s telltale, painted-on smile as he reassured us that everything will be all right, and each time a fire raged inside me. Like Santiago, no matter what I thought or did, nothing would go my way. Neither my mind, nor my heart could contain the possibility of losing him. In those days I was Santiago, and like Santiago, I cried out, “My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer.”
It is true of base metals, as well as of human souls, that fire purifies. In the story, as in my own life, the pain had to be embraced; the fire would not be denied. The facts of life, such as they were, did not change, but the way I saw them certainly did. What seemed random and arbitrary, like a hand of cards dealt from a shuffled deck, finally settled into an orderly plan, because I sought and found in them a pattern and a meaning of my own making. Although difficult at times, the challenges and the trials that I have had to face in my life have strengthened my resolve and conviction, demonstrated the value of courage and compassion and have built my character. I know that I will continue building my character drawing on these experiences, as well as others, for years to come. I predict, however, that my mind will come back, again and again, to revisit the travails of Santiago and how he became the alchemist of his own life.
It is said that when you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. I say that you can choose to attain to all that is of true worth, even if the entire universe conspires against you. It has nothing to do with what you have or what you can see; it is all about how you choose to see the things that are. This is, after all is said and done, the only thing we can truly choose.
Dear Shy
please tell Adib that I was very, very moved by this text.
Interesting and touching words.
‘…It has nothing to do with what you have or what you can see; it is all about how you choose to see the things that are. This is, after all is said and done, the only thing we can truly choose.’ Adib’s essay.
This conclusion is the same one I have reached.. We can only change the WAY we face our ..DESTINY. Living it to the .. utmost and making the best in our journey, but never lose sight of the Light at the end of the Path. ‘Πεπρωμένο φυγείν αδύνατον’ = To avoid destiny is impossible.
LOVE,
Thelma
Beautiful and touching,dear Shy.Thank you for sharing this.God Bless Adib, and his family.
Love,
sheela
I wrote this for Neda. It’s not a poem; just contents of a dream I had.
Here I am at last
And you know where I died
I go there to see you
All frozen in time
I go there with you
To hear the bullet’s sound
That pierced my heart
It goes: RATATAT
It burned only a little while
I go to tell my teacher
That I remember his song
And I hope that he hears me
for I am singing it now
I go there without you
the empty streets, grey and calm
You and I are not there now
But we are everywhere else
Here I am at last
My body was a sail
That moonlight filled
And it brought me here
now an insomniac vagabond
My body is a sail now
For moonlight to fill
I will not return to that place again
To hear the bullet or to sing
You and I are sails at last
swollen with the light
that will not take us to that place
But everywhere else again and again
sy
Magic
Remember that scene from the film “Australia” where the young Aborigne boy is being faced down by a herd of frightened cattle, edging along a canyon cliff…
and – with perhaps a little guardian angel support – the boy invokes sacred energy…. and with a little bit of magic, the boy inspires courage and peace to the situation.
Magik ;o)
am nevoie de ajutoul vostru..vreau sa scriu o carte…public zilnic pe blogul meu ( http://adikady2009.blogspot.com )..va rog sa dati un clik si sa cititi…are traducere prin google,deci puteti intelege tot..daca doriti puteti vota la sondaje de opinie..
Thank you dear friends, I took the maximum at exam. Thank you Paulo too, for my thesis talked a lot about your life and work… Thanks God too. I feel happy, one stage is complete now.
I am so happy and proud for you, dear Alexandra! You took 10 !!!! and your Professor made that joke of ‘paradox’ with you! At least he did not tell you that you … failed! You could faint in his ..arms then and ..you would have needed the … kiss of life. ;-]
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
:D Now Thelma is …fairytale-dreaming……
Congratulations dear Alexandra, you made it!!
Proud of you
WHen one stage is completed , another one begins..:)
Love and Graditude
Annie
WHich is what Paul says…sorry dearest Paul, hadn’t read your comment yet!
Sending love to you
Annie
Congratulations dear Alexandra… but as Paulo said similarly to me after completing the Camino de Santiago… I know that you know that this… is just the beginning… Keep climbing dear Alexandra… Love, Paul
Thank you everybody,thank you. Your words add joy to joy.
Love you all
Alexandra
Congratulations Alexandra!!:)
Today the Greek Orthodox Church celebrates the name’s day of Saints Peter and Paul!
So dear Paulo Coelho and Paul from Austria you have your name’s day today. My best wishes for everything.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
How nice of you to remember dear Thelma…;) but alas I am no Saint… just a simple warrior trying hard to to do the best I can with this gift of life… Love, Paul
How could I .. forget, dearest Paul??
I was reading Paulo Coelho’s Facebook and some friends were writing: Onomastica !! In Greek it is called : onomastiki eorti= ονομαστική εορτή = όνομα = name. So it seems that the Catholic church celebrates in the same day..
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
I know every day has its magical moment, when all the barriers can fall down..and so every single day is special..But today is even a special day, cause i feel like I am celebrating also, because you are family to me!
God bless you, dear Paulo and Paul, and may your dreams come true, from the bottom of my heart..
Love and Graditude
Annie
Yes, great day, thank you Thelma for reminding.
My friend has written a blog post with the title “Woman on a bicycle” http://onlineaikido.com/blog/woman-bycicle.html
I have written the following comment to this:
” Love can be the solution to all our problems
If you approach someone with love they will become softer. Feud only creates more feud. In any parts of your life, if you think of it, you can solve everything with love. If you approach someone with the feeling of love, you will be able to empathize with them much more easily, you will understand their point of view, you will be able to help them more easily, or you can help them understand their own – sometimes unconsciously incorrect – behaviour. Love is a positive feeling that can compensate for the negative feelings of hate and such. More hate will just strengthen the feeling of hate. This makes the only way towards harmony the way of love.”
I think everybody should think a bit about the “real love” and the world could be much better and better.
Mr Paulo Coelho, I’m a recent fan of your write-ups. Your words are lovely and they have helped me solve some of the most toughest decisions of my life :) Thanks a lot.
This is one of my recent posts:
“I missed my college farewell. Wasn’t too eager to celebrate anything after the loss of my cousin. I thought I just missed farewell, but I seem to have missed out on a lot of things as well. I never thought I would make a difference in a person’s life so much that I would want to be with them again. During my journey in engineering, I met a couple of good people. I had fun with them, shared my moments with them. Somewhere in between we parted. I was hurt initially, but then as they say time heals, it did heal, but the very sight of them, reminded me of the most wonderful times I’ve spent with them. I’m bad at expressing myself when people pour out their emotions right before me. Maybe that’s why I write. Anyway, so you see that is again a reason I wanted to miss farewell.
Yesterday, out of the blue, the friend who I had met in my initial years of engineering handed a card to me. I, as usual, like a jerk, smiled.. asked how was she doing, thanked and left. People would say whats the big deal in receiving a card. well, no, it wasn’t just a card. There was a note in it. My past was before my eyes. I realized what best friends we had been. Some misunderstandings and everything tore apart. Somehow we both had made a difference in our lives. She is someone I’m never going to forget. I’m unaware of my future, but if life permits I’m definitely going to make up for what I missed – A beautiful friendship.”