Questa frase gli dà forza. Egli è cosciente che nessuno vince sempre – ma i coraggiosi vincono sempre alla fine.

And the beautiful roses, lillies and dasies that we give to the people we love for their birthdays and on occasions – they have been cut for our pleasure. Our pleasure of giving. A flower has been cut from their source of life – so they could temporarily be held in the vases in the houses of our loved ones. For our pleasure.

Why do we need distinctions?
The whole world is full of contradictions.

Am I going to extremes? Or am I speaking the truth? Who knows… lord allmighty.

But there is a fine line between people who do wrong knowing about it (even maybe conciously or unconciously feeling good about it), and who do them, unknowing – the lack of knowledge, life experience, or from lack of understanding/conciousness. Unknowingly doing wrong doesn’t justify the act, but when people are not ready to see/understand…

Contradictions are everywhere. I love animals and nature. I try to respect it, but at the same time I have two lovebirds in a cage that I bought from the pet store. They will never know what it feels to fly around freely and depend entirely on themselves. As a buyer, I am contributing to the pet stores. As much as I know that, I still keep them and feed them, communicate with them. As much as I love them, I also understand that in a way, they are my slaves – they are there to make me feel good. And I am embarassed about it. I am abusing the stuff I love. (And every man kills the things they love…) Laxami and others taught me that.

We learn until we live.

In other words, if we start to love ourselves (in a good meaning), we are able to spread more love, more freely, to others.

We are the everyday heroes.

(Plus some things we cannot always explain… I guess.)

Who saves the Hero?
A questioned derived from the curiosity of mind.
Who saves the Hero?
Who rescues the valiant in time of demise?
The hero dedicated to a life of virtue and just,
but who keeps the flame courage alive restricting it from diminishing to dust.
Who is the unknown soul that will the save the day when the hero has grown too weak to carry on.
Who will be the one to carry the flame and rise to the moment?
Who will go against the unjust and be the representative of justice and right.
Who will inherit the Valiant’s purpose who shall be the warrior of light?
Who will be the light in a world casted in the woes of the dark?
Who will be the soul to fill this role, and will play this much needed part?

For if such a role of importance is left vacant.
Doom is destined to reap its needle upon tapestry of life.
For if not a single soul answers this call
we are destined to lives of malice and strife.

So who is the carrier of light, the bringer of day?
Who shall take on the role for the ones who’ve paved the way?

Thank you Paulo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orxEawi9qro&feature=subtivity

A heartFULL of Love, Jane : ) xo

Hi Catherine! Will try to describe – ‘syrupy’ sympathy. Feeling ‘sorry for me’, as a person (it is different than feeling sorry about). It implies that somehow I was supposed to feel only happiness; to be immune from feeling the experience of pain or sorrow. (When these very events also carry the potential to strive to become a better person in the fabric of humanity.)

Lots of Love, Jane : ) xo

“The enemies that weren’t there.” Suits finely for a book title, doesn’t it?

The matter You mentioned about one creating their own enemies. That’s true. (To the addition: for me, this idea, even to think of someone, or call someone as an enemy, in our daily life, seems odd.)

I’ve seen many moments where people create enemies to themselves, out of clear air, even if it’s not there – but it is due to their own insecurities, fears, shortcomings. Because confusion and/or a desire to protect themselves. (Maybe even out of boredom? Or maybe even out of a need to constantly challenge/fight someone.) But I guess all of us have created ourselves the enemies that really werent there at some point of our lives.

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The word ‘enemy’ in a dictionary:
“One hostile to another; one who hates, and desires or attempts the injury of, another; a foe; an adversary; as, an enemy of or to a person; an enemy to truth, or to falsehood.”

For some reason, I am reluctant to call someone (an average person, in daily life), who may not understand me, who may have prejudices towards me, or who may try to seed me with negativity or corrupt me (etc.), an enemy. But from the point of the society, I won’t call them a friend either. Yet if that person may teach us something by their way of acting (like for us, how not to act/be) then we may think of them as a “friendly” teacher.

But I guess we all have different dictionaries in our life, and in different languages words even have different shades to them, even if the basic meaning is the same. In estonian, the word enemy is a very strong one, and also applies that we, who are calling someone, feel a need to act coldly, strongly, straight decided. It may also have this shade in peoples minds due to the occupation of our country by Russia, the times of the Soviet Union, and also World Wars.

Therefore, if there was some military force attempting to take physically away my homelands freedom, I would surely call them enemies… but in daily life the word, for me, personally, seems exaggerated.

Everything, from the cloud in the sky to the depths of our brain (+ history, genetics, past, our society, our family, the state of the nature, the geographical setting where we grow up…), affects us in some way. Even if we didn’t want it to happen.

My posting may aswell be very naive (How can we call them then, if not enemies, because in the essence, isn’t that what they are?), but I do not constantly feel like I need to fight ‘against’ (or for) something/someone all the time.

Little things makes us what we are.
Even if it’s just a different shade of the same word.

Love,
L.

ps- Fiquei feliz de ver que vc e o Padre Fabio de Melo seguem-se mutuamente no twitter, admiro o trabalho de ambos.

Luz e paz pra vc, fica com Deus!

‘What would I do, if I had to fight against myself?’But the .. battlefield is always in ourselves, in our hearts.. It is how we .. experience ..LIFE. ‘The Laestrygones and Cyclops’ appear because we ..carry them in our hearts! We get what we .. deserve. We live our .. Karma. Deep inside US we KNOW, that our WORLD is OUR MIRROR.

May we always mirror beauty. The beauty of LIGHT and LOVE.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx

Love,
Liina

Yesterday I made a very important closure in my life with my ex-husband.

Then, to celebrate, I bought a silver hart for myself with the shape made out of two wings. Symbol of my new path: open heart and freedom.

After buying the heart I saw your book “The winner stands alone” in the window of a book store. I had not heard about that book, so I went in and saw directly another book, one with love quotes from your various books.

Randomly I picked a page and got a quote from your book “Brida” (which I actually recently read) – about the importance of making closures in life. Well, I rest my case, the universe is speaking to me through a lot of signs these days…

And now I read this beautiful text about the warrior and reading this is just what I needed now to keep mooving forward. I speaks to me on soooooo many levels right now!

Yes, I have lost the battle. But maybe not the war…

Thank you! <3