well, i have been thinking about your comment for a while…the resemblance between your grandpa and Paulo…
i was reading Brida (have you read?) yesterday and stopped at somepoint and thought about your comment.
‘…you were part of her. other people might well have the same memory as you.’ (this scene comes after some sort of magic: maybe dream therapy or hypnotherapy. )
and if it is true (i kind of believe it is true), part of your grandpa and part of Paulo could be the same. so i really think what you are feeling is true. and for me i sometimes see part of Paulo in mb. i feel like he is teaching me the same thing written in Paulo’s book in a different way even though he has not yet read one.
so we really are everywhere? so if we are everywhere, at some point, we have to look for the origin to get inspired, right? i would like to know what it really looked like. i mean, we are divided into many individuals, right? and we are a bit diluted, right? so i am curious to know what was actually in there. i want to know true form of love and sex too. what is the original meaning of love? what about sex? i would like to know about sex at least because it is kind of important for me. i also would like to know limitation too though it is not really necessary for me to know. oh, reading Brida, i remember i also want to know how to awaken the gifts. because according to Wicca, without it we can only know minor mysteries…
…sorry it is kind of long and confusing for you…i am not trying to bombard you with questions…sorry, i am just curious…
anyway, thanks for your comment. i really like it.
love + blessings
chieko
ps. have you seen your grandpa in your dream? i actually had a dream, after i prayed for her love and protection, in which my grandma gave me a deep french kiss! it was so deep that i almost suffocated! haha

thank you for sharing your story. i love it. i like all kinds of stories but i especially like personal stories because they touch me so much.
you have such a wonderful grandfather, who has something common regarding life wisdom. it really touches me when thinking about a little girl wishing to say just i love you. it is so sweet and moving. beautiful soul.
i liked your comment below too. i feel the same way.
i like those who are walking the path because i am one of them too:)
thanks again for your story.
love + blessings
chieko

Love to All, Jane xo

I do not want to sound cheezy, but I will tell You a little contemplation of my life. Or a little part of “my story”.
When I lost my grandfather I was devistated. I was a young girl, who had never been able to say in words to her grandfather, that ‘I love You’. For me, it was important. Sure, in the deeds we do and our actions we commit, the love is also shown. But for me, it was devistating that I was not even able to say to him in words, and in person.

So, after he died, I fell in a dark pit of despair. For years, I stayed in it, even though I started to, little by little, to show my love by the actions. And I felt his presence very strongly, at times. My grandfather is my teacher of life, my spiritual guide, even though he is not here, physically.

Some years later, I got to read Paulos books. As I read, I understood that I was on the right ‘path’. I was starting to become open to life, led by love. It also occured to me, that there was a resemblance between them. Both in their views/beliefs of life, but also visual image (even though the first years reading Paulos books, I didn’t even know what he looked like, because at that time they did not print the picture of the author on the books, here.). So, in a way, I lost my grandfathers visual image – not in my mind, but he, being in a physical body, here, close to me. Nevertheless he remained as a spiritual guide. Yet, by stumbling ‘accidentally’ upon Paulos books, I “recieved/gained Paulo”, as an visual image, and a second spiritual guide. (Even though in this case I know that he excsists physically in this world, and I have seen him in picture/video, although I have never even met him eye to eye. Only his holograms. Lol. And some look-a-likes of other people in this blog.)

Sometimes a simple knowledge and gaining a possibility as such can be as healing as an answer to a question. Because we seek answers, either conciously or not.

But I found consolation in this happening.
And I knew I could go on in my life, after recieving the answer that I needed to recieve.

(We all have different signs and answers to our ponderings.)

Be well, Chieko.

(Paulo, I’m sorry if this offends You, or if You think that I may be making this up, or if it may be annoying for You to hear such things, but I had to share this. And especially, because this is how I felt/feel and how my brain and heart explained it to me. I am a stranger, who is trying to explain the connection how Your dream has helped mine – Your writing. And even if I understand that it may not mean a thing to You,(and even if it is so) it still means a great deal to me. And I know that there are thousands, millions, who have had some connection. I’m not the only one. And after saying this – this connection – through Your work – was what I needed. It is not essential for me (anymore) to see You in person. Although if it would happen, it would be nice. Truth shall set us free! Thanks.)

The whole point of my story was – we get our answers. Not always in the form that we wished them to appear as, but there will be an answer. But to get to that answer, we have to look for it, with open eyes and hearts.

Love to all of You, wonderful people,
L.

A group of philosophers travelled far and wide to find, and
contemplated for many years, the end of the world but could not state
a time for its coming. Finally they turned to Nasreddin Hoja and
asked him:

- Do you know when the end of the world will be?
- Of course, said he, when I die, that will be the end of the world.
- When you die? Are you sure?
- It will be for me, said he.

This story of Nasrudin Hoja was told to me by my father when I was a small child. I liked all his stories for the ‘dry’, ‘cut’ humour, full of wisdom and optimism.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx

Love
Olta

Since my bedroom is my heaven, my dreams always help me to find miracles & the divine beauty of life. So, once walking through my dreams, I ”discovered” the face of God.

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Jesus appeared to Mary Faustina Kowalska (a Polish nun) as the King of Divine Mercy. Every time I look at the Divine Mercy image painted by Adolf Hyla, I can happily say: YES! Here He is – the Man I’ve seen for more times. Always calm and peaceful. Never boring, but often joyful. A Master among Masters.

The Mercy of God —> Day of Atonement – the holiest day of Jewish year (Yom Kippur).
—

Oct 2 also is the International Day of Non-Violence.

By the way, have you noticed that Minnie Mouse has on a red POLKA dotted dress? You may guess, why. :)

Forgetting past, or accepting past and moving on, are two different things. I did not suggest living in the past, but remembering/accpeting it. :)

Love,
L.

Love
Olta

If you really think about it, you do have a loving father who is there for you, and all you have to do is pray to him. :-)

Love peace and warm light,

Lainee

it’s a bit “spacy”, but who knows

The JURY. The First Rubinstein Competition.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx