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I was looking at my Facebook Page and I noticed an ad on the right which made me wrinkle my nose and think ‘no ways!’
It was titled ‘Loved the Alchemist?’ and read
“If you loved The Alchemist by Paul Coelho you will devour WINK by Roger Hamilton with the same enthusiasm. It’s a brilliant parable”
I just thought it’s a bit cheeky to market his book based on what really is a classic by Paulo. So I’m going to thumbs down that ad and note it as ‘misleading’.
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SusMita Reply:
September 4th, 2009 at 5:12 am
I came here after watching Paul Coelho speak at Davos 2009…surprised to see other celebrities there too. I am yet to read the Warriors of the Light, but love the name. I offer my blog on Rethinking Currency and Capitalism for Paul & the visitors here. Search for Deep Conscious Capitalism in your favorite search engine and share it. Can you imagine a sustainable debt-free usury-free currency of love?
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This is incredible! I’m ecstatic to find the Warriors of Light!
I would like to share a music mix I did for a friend who was recently ordained. (I hope the link is ok to post?) It’s called SACRED LOVE - it’s the third one down on the player. It’s a collection of sacred music I LOVE. Hope you like it too!
http://friendswelove.com/music
Let me know if you’d like to download it and I’ll send you a link.
Thank you for all the great postings & endless inspiration.
Spread love,
Moni
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Marie-Christine Reply:
August 14th, 2009 at 7:32 pm
Thanks Moni, I just got the little “Pep” I needed.Lovely
Marie :)
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moni Reply:
August 15th, 2009 at 5:51 am
Oh good! Really happy you had a chance to listen. Let me know if you’d like a download link & I’ll send one to you.
light & blessings!
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I have days like this,days that a kiss on tv will make me believe in love,a sad story about a friend will break my heart, on days like this I have no fighting bone in me,today I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, today an unkind word made me cry like a baby,I curled up in bed,and cried and cried,and I found myself praying,yes,praying,for nothing in particular,but for everyone,for the world to change,out of the blue I found myself reciting prayers I haven’t said out loud since cathecism, and then puff,i stop,and feel so clean,so empty,so hopefull,then i switch on the tv,and forget about saving the world,but keep a secret smile,cause in those crazy minutes,i feel closer to God than ive ever been,i know Hes out there…and sometimes He just makes SURE i notice him,and my soul…that secret soul no-one knows…does anyone else have these days??
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A fácil arte de magoar
È dificil alguem ser gentil sempre, amável sempre. Porque isso requer trabalho empenho. Então focam-se em demostrar seu carinho, sua atenção, seu cuidado à alguem especial, principalmente um novo amor, ou um filho que ababou de nascer, pois até mesmo assim, é dificil está o tempo todo a sorri e a entender.Todos se desculpam na dificil arte de amar!!!
Mas na verdade é a pratica da fácil arte de magoar, que vivemos. Porque é facil. Simples. Não prestar atenção ao que nos dizem pois temos pressa, a abraçar alguem que chora porque temos vergonha, a ser rude muitas vezes por que pedi desculpa é sinal de fraquesa.
E assim vamos vivendo nossas vidas, praticando dia-a-dia arte de magoar, e só nos damos conta dela quando somos magoados, por nada.Por uma falta de palavra, por um gesto não praticado…
Alguém te magou hoje?
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As a woman and a poet my desire to create is fuelled by the connection to my “soul mate”. It is the ultimate surrender.
Perhaps love for me isn’t about “love” in the romantic sense but more about trust and the willingness to be utterly open and clear at the deepest level. It is the most important element for me, the one that will unlock my emotional centre; the essence, the place where the desire to create springs from; the ultimate surrender. It is the most fundamentally honest place with no room for illusion, deception or delusion.
I know only two people in the world who have the power to slice straight through me in a direct line to access the most profound place in my whole being, my heart, my soul and my brain; who can open me like no other and with such a gentle touch expose the best, the freest and the most fragile part of me - my daughter and my soul mate. Something beyond my control happens and whatever normal defences are there simply melt away and even had I the desire to hold the boundary in place, I know that I cannot; some other force is working that is beyond my knowing or understanding yet I am sure that I do not want to change or disturb this in any way.
He is back in my life, in a different way, perhaps for a short time or a long one, who knows. I am surprised again to experience the ease with which this recogniton happens and the amazing affinity that touches my deepest spiritual, instinctive and intuitive centre. It is a profoundly fundamental thing passing between us. It is not conscious or premeditated on my part. It is swift and spontaneous and stirs immediately that other realm of the senses where I feel that compelling “knowing” - something so familiar; a closeness . It is part of me, a primal bond, that I feel for only one other person, my daughter. I have no understanding of this either intellectually or emotionally and I do not need to. It is sufficient that it is. I do know with certainty that if I were to allow it, these are the only two people in the world who potentially have the power to destroy me.
I know just as surely that this “connectedness”, from whomever and wherever it comes, although beyond my control, is a vital catalyst to access that matrix of creativity. It’s as if we are conduits of a pure source of energy that has next to nothing to do with everyday life, love or lust. It is a silent exchange of energy and a pure distillation of the life force that seems to create a column of fire within me. I become the flame but I consume nothing neither am I consumed.
It is physical only in the sense that it embraces every facet of me, mind, heart, body and soul and I feel the vibrancy and the vibration rushing through me like water rushing to the ocean. It is simultaneously volatile and calming - a release of energy. Perhaps it is from this source that mysticism or ecstasy also spring and it is where I feel most connected to something larger than this life. It transforms me and I, in turn, have no choice but to transform that energy into words.
I become the living force of my inspiration - I can write, I can sing, I can dance. I have been touched.
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dee Reply:
August 10th, 2009 at 8:53 pm
so true and beautifuly put!
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chiar nu mai stiam cate zile mai aveam de trait…eram innebunit dupa tine..priveam incanta fiecare rasarit al zambetului tau..soarele se bucura si el de frumusetea ta…stateam acum aproape toata ziua numai langa tine..si era minunat…exploram teritorii necunoscute ale iubirii..descopeream mereu farmecul atingerilor.imi doream sa te iubesc in aceste zile cat pentru urmatorii ani.dar,cu fiecare imbratisare,cu fiecare privire in ochii tai,imi dadeam seama ca nu pot trai fara tine.fara tine,iubirea mea provoaca rani sufletului meu.nu stiu ce o sa fac,dar trebuie sa-mi respect promisiunea…stiam totusi ca moartea mea il va elibera pe acabin din inchisoare..stiam ca eliberarea mea din aceasta lume,l-ar fi eliberat si pe el..pentru ca acest profet,acest intelept,a dorit foarte mult sa ma ajute…si,gandindu-ma ca pe aceasta planeta exista ssi oameni care vor sa ma ajute,imi dau seama ca viata mea e o comoara pe care am reusit sa o deschid..din ea am ales ce mi-am dorit..te-am ales pe tine,iubita mea,pentru ca fara tine,nu as fi avut nimic…apoi am ales un drum pe care sa-l urmez..iar cand am luat tot ce-mi trebuia,am observat ca in cufarul vietii mele se mai afla cevaa..nu erau niste pietre pretioase…era ppulbere de praf,era otrava pentru orice om care ajunge sa atinga aceat praf.stiam ca este periculos,deoarece este o boala care aduce suferinta si tristete..pentru ca in urma mea se aflau multe vieti,iar aceasta comoara urma sa fie gasita de unul dintre ei,am ales sa iau praful din ea…imi parea rau ca acest praf,care apartine destinului meu,sa fac rau unor oameni nevinovati..da,am avut parte si de razboiae,si de momente grele in viata mea..m-am batut cu mine,dar nu am reusit nici sa castig,dar nici sa pierd..am reusit sa imi implinesc destinul ales in momentul deschiderii comorii gasite.am trait mopmente de fericire deplina,am ajuns pe cea mai inalta treapta a vietii,am ajuns sa iubesc cu adevarat,dar am fost si iubit…dar,cea mai importanta realizare este aceea ca am reusit sa-mi respect destinul si sa fiu mandru de viata mea..atunci cand voi parasi aceasta lume,voi fi fericit,pentru ca viata aceasta a meritat orice efort…pentru ca fiecare batalie m-a facut mai puternic,ajutandu-ma sa ajung la tine….http://adikady2009.blogspot.com/
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Dear Mr. Coelho,
I’ve read almost all of ur books and really touches me deeply…I would like to share one thing that as well made me who i am right now…
I became one of the students of this great school ERDA Tech here in the Philippines which was founded by Fr. Pierre Tritz who is a French Jesuit who have been naturalized Filipino… Wishing there would be more people with big heart like him.
To Educate A Child Is To Save A Man….
Please visit this website Mr. Coelho http://www.erdafoundation.org/index
just hope by posting this i could help make difference to the Filipino children and to the world…
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I sat in the cemetery at 6 in the morning feeling the sun warm my body watching it’s light spread over the tomb stones. No one would come with me today, no one would come and pay tribute to the dead. My friends thought it morbid and strange that I would want to spend leisurely time in a place that was filled with dead rotting bodies. Maybe they were scared of the powers that sleeps in this place, of the spirits that guards this sacred earth. Could I blame their hesitation because their childhood beliefs were influenced by scarey movies and horror stories? Many people are taught to run away from the things that are the best for them because of what they think could happen.
I like to walk to the oldest part of the cemetery, where the tombstones are crumbling with time and whose plots have been bare of flowers for decades. No one remembers the people who once lived a hundred years ago and no loved ones left alive to tell their story. This is the most magical place I know. I feel the spirits were here with me, surrounding me and for a moment I am frightened but I’m not sure of what. I say these words however I don’t think I need to speak them out loud for the spirits to hear.
I tell them that I will live for them, I ask for their wisdom and protection.
The presence I feel around me becomes stronger, almost unbearable. As I walk I wondered why the only thing printed on the tombstones about the person that lived was how long they had lived, if they were a mother, a wife or father. There might be a picture of them in their Sunday’s finest. Yet while I thought more about it became apparent that many things we put value on in life means nothing when you are gone. Whether you achieved a doctorate, or had the perfect body, or if you had a company that made money, all the things we stress about means nothing. When all the matters his how long you lived and if you had love in your life.
Since then I felt a simplicity about life. I stressed about getting good grades in college, so that I might be successful and have money. Then I could begin living The Life I should be, with limos, respect, and huge houses. I felt that I needed these things to live the life I was born to live otherwise I would be nothing but a girl from San Francisco. I just knew there was more to life than what I was living, there had to be something more than working a partime job, loving a middle aged man who works like a corporate slave, to my kaleidoscope family I found like seashells on a beach. While I was always looking for the moment I could begin to live I realized that I was living The Life. I was absolutely at peace with it. At peace with where I was in life, at peace with the lover I was with, at peace with just living. I wasn’t settling just being.
Today I went to the cemetery and watched the sun come up and felt the spirits around me and read the tombstones trying to imagine what kind of life they lived. I found peace there, a peace I had never known.
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Gabriela Abalo Reply:
July 3rd, 2009 at 11:03 am
Cemeteries are one of my favorite places to visit, you perfectly described the way I feel when I’m in visiting one…
Thank you very much for sharing.
love
gabi
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I sat in the cemetery at 6 in the morning feeling the sun warm my body watching it’s light spread over the tomb stones. No one would come with me today, no one would come and pay tribute to the dead. My friends thought it morbid and strange that I would want to spend leisurely time in a place that was filled with dead rotting bodies. Maybe they were scared of the powers that sleeps in this place, of the spirits that guards this sacred earth. Could I blame their hesitation because their childhood beliefs were influenced by scarey movies and horror stories? Many people are taught to run away from the things that are the best for them because of what they think could happen.
I like to walk to the oldest part of the cemetery, where the tombstones are crumbling with time and whose plots have been bare of flowers for decades. No one remembers the people who once lived a hundred years ago and no loved ones left alive to tell their story. This is the most magical place I know. I feel the spirits were here with me, surrounding me and for a moment I am frightened but I’m not sure of what. I say these words however I don’t think I need to speak them out loud for the spirits to hear.
I tell them that I will live for them, I ask for their wisdom and protection.
The presence I feel around me becomes stronger, almost unbearable. As I walk I wondered why the only thing printed on the tombstones about the person that lived was how long they had lived, if they were a mother, a wife or father. There might be a picture of them in their Sunday’s finest. Yet while I thought more about it became apparent that many things we put value on in life means nothing when you are gone. Whether you achieved a doctorate, or had the perfect body, or if you had a company that made money, all the things we stress about means nothing. When all the matters his how long you lived and if you had love in your life.
Since then I felt a simplicity about life. I stressed about getting good grades in college, so that I might be successful and have money. Then I could begin living The Life I should be, with limos, respect, and huge houses. I felt that I needed these things to live the life I was born to live otherwise I would be nothing but a girl from San Francisco. I just knew there was more to life than what I was living, there had to be something more than working a partime job, loving a middle aged man who works like a corporate slave, to my kaleidoscope family I found like seashells on a beach. While I was always looking for the moment I could begin to live I realized that I was living The Life. I was absolutely at peace with it. At peace with where I was in life, at peace with the lover I was with, at peace with just living. I wasn’t settling just being.
Today I went to the cemetery and watched the sun come up and felt the spirits around me and the tombstones trying to imagine was kind of life they lived. I found peace there a peace I had never known.
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Hello Friends. Hope all is well. These are a few of my favorite quotes about “LOVE.” If you want to attract anything into your experience, love is all you need. Many blessings, and ALWAYS FEEL GOOD!
P.S. Thanks for all the inspiration Paulo.
QuoteGuy
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Thomas Carlyle
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
Henri B. Stendhal
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Mother Teresa
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.
Robert Browning
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Janos Arnay
Love comes from a pure heart and a good conscience and a sincere faith.
Timothy 1:5
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Mother Teresa
Do all things with love.
Og Mandino
http://inourownwords.blogspot.com/2009/06/attract-what-you-want-love-is-all-you.html
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyUD25DqyoU
Since yesterday I am obsessed with this .. Tango. Beautiful music. So, I thought to share it with you..
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
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This is a message for everyone who really believes that they at the bottom of the Abyss and they can’t climb back up…
http://www.maniacworld.com/are-you-going-to-finish-strong.html
The road is not easy… no one ever said it would be… but it’s worth it and you can do it…
Love, Paul
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Sherry Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:46 pm
Thank you Paul, I needed to see this today!
Love,
Sherry
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THELMA Reply:
July 3rd, 2009 at 9:41 am
Thank you Paul, but I felt so sad…
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
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A middle-aged man died of a heart-attack on the cardio-bike at my gym couple of days ago. I wonder what went through his mind at those last moments before his heart gave way. Firstly, was it even the cardio he was doing, or did he just die a very sad man?
I’m assuming he cycled himself to death. If that’s the case, wasn’t he given any signs before the attack? He would have had a chest ache or shortness of breath at the least. What would push a middle aged man with a family to his name to push his body beyond its capabilities? Was it a dissatisfaction with that slightly protruding midsection?
What has the world gotten to if a man in his middle ages who should be enjoying the lighter side of life, has to kill himself trying to attain the ‘mens health’ body? If you had the slightest faith in god, you would be sinning to say that you weren’t born with the perfect body.
Dare I call for a boycott of the ‘perfect’ body? An acceptance of your body the way it is and this in turn will automatically give you a better self, for you can never destroy something that you truly love ;)
Gen. el Chango
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Heart Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Dear Praveen,
How shocking for you to have a man die right there in front of you. I fully support a ‘boycott of the perfect body’, as I love all the various shapes and forms, one can see on a naturist beach! However, you running a gym, you also understand the importance of physical activity, every day, to keep healthy. You can also look at it like this. If the dead man had not been coming to your gym to do his cardio-bike. He might have been dead long ago. No? I strongly believe exercise add days to our lives.
Love,
Heart
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Just for today:
• Do not worry
• Do not get angry
• Work hard
• Be thankful
• Be kind to others
The 5 Reiki principle.
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Alexandra Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 4:38 pm
Very nice…Thank you.
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Catherine Reply:
July 2nd, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Thank you Gabriela ;o)
I had been trying to remember some reiki only yesterday.
Catherine ;o)
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Brevity is the soul of wit. Shakespeare
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