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Thinking of the feast of the archangel Saint Michel (29 September) and of the guardian angels ( 2 October ) , i think of course to MARIE :
I have known the importance of Marie with the angels there are a few months ( if the world knew the role so important that it plays , and his love , all out of joy and their heart beyond love )
this meeting was so wonderful that each day I bless the Lord for giving me opened the eyes and the heart .

And therefore in looking on the internet the relationship Marie with the angels , i discover this article = 1° October : Pokrov, the fête orthodox “Protection of the Mother of God ”
( http://www.mariedenazareth.com/10206.0.html?&L=0 )

~~~~ The emergence of Marie to André: the feast of Pokrov ~~~~

It is a party of Russian origin: it commemorating a emergence of the Mother of God in Constantinople in the church of founding, illustrates Marian shrine and very beautiful church of the city.
According to the Synaxaire (book of the history of holidays and briefs of the saints to each day), the Virgin appeared to André, a Fol-in-Christ of the Slav origin who lived in 10th century, and to his disciple Epiphane. The byzantine empire was then threatened.

The office of midnight was being finalized the founding, they saw the Mother of God of size high, which was advancing in the church, surrounded by a large procession of saints and surrounded by the Precursor Jean-Baptiste and Saint Jean the Evangelist.

The Virgin prayed length with tears, and then advanced toward the altar and she deployed the sailing glistening which covered his head and the maintained extended its hands to cover all the people. During a long time, the two indicators saw the veil shine above the crowd, what is referring the liturgy:
” Covers us, o Queen of the mantle of mercy, ô Pokrov and defense of men, Pokrov and defense of believers. By your relief the kings orthodox are crowned …” (small vespers, text slavonic)
“In this day we celebrate rt luminous fête, o Mother of God, we the faithful protected by your coming and, contemplating rt venerable icon, with tenderness we say: covers us of your holy protection and deliver us from all evil, requesting your Son, Christ our God, to give our souls the salvation” (vigils, which principal of the feast)

The emergence of founding allegedly took place the night of 1 October and it is in memory of the fact that the feast of Pokrov (Sailing, Protection) was instituted in Russia in the 12th century.

Personally I did not know that history , and yet intuitively , i recall saying there are a few months :” Mary , protects me under your coat , and that I could take a long time my head on your shoulder to solace me and protect me ” ( i do not know why I said those terms , but the power of these words allowed me to have a “large connection” and a great meeting in the love and peace of Mary.

On my way to Copenhagen in search of Paulo Coelho and/or the dream. Will arrive tonight at 20:10 by bus. I’ve been traveling a very long way, so I hope I will find you somewhere. And you can sing “Happy Birthday” to me. :-)

Dear Paulo, I have a story, well actually it is more a wish than a story, and here it goes:
I fall in love with a girl that I like. But I hadn’t got any chance to meet her because of some obstacles. But one day I had a weird daydreaming that the feeling was so real and so wonderful. The daydreaming was that I was walking with her inside a shopping mall, in Jakarta, you name it, Plaza Indonesia, citos, or anything, they all look the same to me, but there is a similarity on those malls, they portraits a view of heaven to me…with its buildings, stuffs, and music and also its luxurious people, and we were walking along the mall buyig stuff, but the most important thing is that I was happy to be with her like the time stopped and there were only two of us in the universe, and the feeling was so wonderful as if like if this the feeling of heaven, it will be so great, that what I think…I never felt like this before in my life….and I guess the chances of meeting with this girl is almost none, because of those obstacles but you know what? making the dream come true is what makes life interesting, so I guess I’m not going to give up in achieving my dream, who knows, God hears and see my eforts to make it happen….I don’t know when…maybe it will take my whole life to make it happen, but I won’t give up….

I’m back in front of your eyes, look closely, trying to understand what you think .. smiling, because they manage to penetrate for a few seconds in your thoughts … I know them, understand them, but unfortunately, these thoughts are waves, waves that I shudder every sense .. you, Diana, zeiata, my muse, who always sit in your bank, or you behave like a normal person .. you, always sit without doing much .. I stand and watch you for hours .. .. you’re my inspiration, the old and eternal true love .. even if you do not love me even if I’m crazy about you, everything is wonderful, because you inspiration and breath of my life. . as if it were life I would have known? Well, I think a nightmare .. I know, seems a strange because the only dreams not .. you are still in that nightmare, you were not able to awaken. . but I, I live in a relationship full of emotion, and especially of love .. and all because of you … because you sprinkle magic dust, a smile, a kiss invisible, which woke me .. come back yet, at the which always like to talk: Diana .. I managed lately to enter the world of your own thoughts .. I know, maybe I do not think, but I do not think has any importance .. I know you love me, always think one guy, that I love very much .. you love, you fall for a Marius, a bigger boy tine.ma look in your eyes, not me anymore can not help, broke all the rules … around me there was no nothing .. you .. just .. do not know you have left much about Marius, but I realize that my eyes have seen .. you think of me. . awesome .. you mad, but you know and love .. perhaps you should shut .. read mariusaflu even from you-you won easily, even thought you were not so, I believe you stronger … sometimes, I would like to come to me and give me two hands, to tell me:”Adi, stop, do not love you, leave me alone .. if you want longer be friends … ‘ ‘, but no, you do not say anything .. any cuvan .. are you so quiet .. do not know what to do .. I would not hurt you anymore, but can not … I can not control. . I know, should renuntm, you do too much damage … time to heal any wound that mistake .. well, in time, so if things are left, will emerge ulcers, other pain … and yet, you do not you hurt me … even if in one day, as I know it will happen, you’ll … kill me … and even then, you will be guilty .. play, play with my own feelings, perhaps with Marius’s … about it, as I describe to me is a cool guy, a normally-on you like .. or what you want, I can not afford to say my opinion About aceatsa relationship-what would get? is good, no matter how long the fire of love will be warm, it’s good to sit next to him to be happy .. is better than binepoate beside me .. thank you, love you else, and not mine.sunt fericirt that you did not pick me because I was the person with the most defects, the most dangerous defects .. remember, is a monster, hunt for love .. well, look how the thing: you will sit a while with him, you will be happy, you smile .. you are still the only woman that I love really .. you are muse, my goddess of love … and, bearing in mind your happiness I will be happy .. is always nice, the star that lights your life shine so uternic .. I know they are human, we all have different opinions, almost all wrong, but you do not listen to them .. … you, you are endowed with the power of law is better for you because you’re not them .. it seems that I lost the fight with Marius, although I have not fought at all with him, but, esteceva .. I gained something more valuable than if I won and I was the person whom you would have loved it .. I castigatfericirea you, a huge wave of smiles, a warm and perfumed breath of your voice .. and I won priceless images existing in your eyes, your soul .. I gained the power to hear and aintelege immortal thoughts .. so …

still need one days in which to work, to work, but it is passion .. I write, I try to write something about your beauty, but very hard .. because you’re not like any .. you look in the eyes, aware that you are my inspiration, pure inspiration .. but, apart from this inspiration, managed to read your thoughts are impressive .. not .. I never thought that you can think about such things .. I underestimated I apologize, I was a fool.
but are happy with what I? know, cheat, break all the rules .. do you know as soon as you look, you get angry at its height, but I shall help it .. I got me captured, there was no escape. . I know what you think, you no longer want to be next to you .. I asked you to give me a hand, maybe this would help me .. and finally, does what to do? how can you not live May you look … are amazed by what I find in your eyes .. you go through the maze many times, and every time I get lost … do not know if is good or bad, but not give up .. love .. love … and it makes me happy .. even if, you think differently .. that you love with Marius, and he … Do you think? for me does not matter, not jealous, on the contrary: esyi precious, more beautiful ceaq , is normal to be desired by many people .. they are humans, or what they are? I am not interested if you are man or anything .. I just want to be .. with or as if they are away from you .. close, I will be happy, because you get in contact with you, with eternal love, .. you’re really that white fox with red eyes appeared in my dream? you’re really that watching me, who started when I mara I near? and yet, whatever you were, what you are, I fear not only of one thing: unfortunately possible that you can take from it .. I’m afraid .. that is why, I keep thinking, maybe it is better to go .. I can not afford to hurt what I want to protect … I will not forget, you will love incessantly … I will always protect, looking at you with my eyes hidden .. and yet, one day, it could remain blind, but I am convinced that then I will be able to see.

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Copenhagen ‘The little mermaid’.
Hi Paulo Coelho, there in .. Copenhagen until … Friday! I wish success for Brazil, your homeland, having the 2016 Olympic Games.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx

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Radio Paulo \jeje

here’s a tuesday tune to enjoy ;o)x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY1Bl4nfpdA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hT2G2ew6-c

that’s sufi music…awesome…i love it, thot i’d share with the people i love :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kc-D2OtNy8s&feature=PlayList&p=BBFD0F72741353EC&index=6

Look what I found!
:D

(for Jojo)

Just wanted to share with you all a little adventure. Yesterday, I was invited to the a birthday party of a distant relative, on a small ranch some miles away. Shortly after we arrived, some of the people decided that they wanted to go horseback riding and asked if I would like to join them. “Sure,” I said, “I’d love to. I haven’t ridden in years.” It was about then that someone spoke up and said, “Your mom, she used to be a trick rider, didn’t she?” I nodded, and then the conversation took off from there, with someone else adding, in great excitement “Yeah, I once saw a picture off her, standing up on the horses back, jumping through a hoop of fire!” Then, the question that always inevitably follows, “Did she teach you how to do that?” I explained that, no, she tried, but I was never brave enough to accomplish anything beyond the very basics.

So then, a few minutes later, several of the party-goers headed out to the barn to saddle up the horses. As they stepped off the porch, I heard one of them comment, “I know – let’s let Savita ride Scarlet!” I didn’t think anything of this at the moment. I’d never even seen the horse, nor any of them. But then I stepped back into the house, and someone else said, “You’re going to ride Scarlet?!” “I suppose so,” I said, “Why?” So that’s when she proceeded to tell me how Scarlet was the one horse that everyone avoided and how, just the week before, Scarlet had ran away with her and then very nearly threw her into a tree. At this point, I thought, “Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into?” And let me stress, again: although I grew up on a horse, riding before I even knew how to walk, I HAVE NOT RIDDEN A HORSE IN YEARS. A little twinge of nervousness was beginning to set in. Try not riding a bicycle for fifteen years and then be invited by a group of professional cyclists to go out and join them “for a little ride.” I wondered – do I still remember how to ride a horse? Is this horse they’re putting me on a real nut? Then it suddenly hit me: “I’m not even wearing boots or long pants.” You can’t ride a western saddle in capris and flip flops, because the stirrups of the saddle will cause blisters. So, I ran out to the barn to stop them from saddling the horse I was to ride. I much prefer riding bareback anyway and have always avoided using a saddle when at all possible.

So I get out to the barn and what do I find? The horse that they are saddling for me is by far the largest one in the barn, a stout mare at least 16, 17 hands high. “Will she ride without a saddle?” I ask, feeling a knot beginning to form in the pit of my stomach. They all look at me like I must have lost my mind, so I explain that I have no boots and riding with a saddle is really out of the question. So, off comes the saddle, on goes a towel in its place, and up I go. At this point I’m thinking, “This animal is going to kill me, right here and now.” I’m not even questioning any more – I’m really quite sure of it.

So off we go, five of us and one unsaddled horse tagging along, single file down these narrow forest trails that almost aren’t trails at all. The branches hanging out over the trails are so low that I have to bend down over the horses neck and flatten myself out to keep from being knocked off. The rider in front has to carry a stick to knock the spider webs out of the way, as every few feet there is a huge banana spider hanging right in our faces. The spiders, though large and rather scary looking, won’t bite, but their peculiar webs and very sticky and, like bubble gum, are almost impossible to remove if you get them in your hair. So, we haven’t been riding more than five minutes when the riders begin to share their “Scarlet stories” – each, in turn, telling about the time that Scarlet threw them, ran away with them, ran under a tree limb with them on purpose, etc., etc. And, at the same time, they’re trying to reassure me, “Don’t worry – she’s much better now than she used to be.” At this point, I’m not really listening any more, though, because I’m too busy talking to Scarlet in my mind. I’m saying, “Look, Scarlet, here’s the deal: No saddle – you see! Isn’t this nice? Just look at all those other horses – what they’re having to carry, and the girt so tight! And you – you’re free. Isn’t this wonderful? But in return, you’re not going to try to dump me, you’re not going to run away with me or rake me off on a limb – you’re going to be a very nice girl and we’re going to have a very nice ride. Is that a deal?” I feel like she agrees with me. I sense that she sees the logic in it. So far, so good.

But then, at this very moment, I see the test of this agreement appear before us, just up ahead. It is the first of several creeks which we will have to cross during our ride. I’ve already been told, more than once, “Just watch out with Scarlet when you cross the water with her. Be ready!” I don’t know exactly what this means, but it doesn’t sound good. Then I see that the water isn’t the only obstacle. The creek is bounded by a high embankment on either side. The only way to cross is straight down and into the water, then straight up on the other side. So I say to Scarlet, again in my mind: “You know this trail better then I do. Here’s the deal: I’ll give you the reins and let you choose your own path down the embankment. My job will be just not to fall off.” So, with that, I grab a huge handful of mane, loose the reins, and down, down, down we go. Somehow, she keeps her footing, and I keep my seat, and then we’re in the water. For a fraction of a second, in the middle, she pauses, and I think, “Oh, dear, here it goes!” I am sure that whatever stunt she normally pulls in the water, she is about to pull it right here and now. But she doesn’t. Before I know it, we are safely across and then up, up, up we go on the other side.

We rode on for an hour or so, before heading back, and as we rode, the fear dissipated and was replaced by a different feeling. A strange sensation began to overtake me, an emotion so unfamiliar, so forgotten, that I almost didn’t recognize it: joy, pure unadulterated joy. Not to be confused with pleasure. Though sometimes associated with joy, pleasure is something else. We can attain pleasure from something – sex is a great example – but not necessarily revel in the simple JOY of it. I’m talking about the kind of feeling that children have when they play, the feeling that makes them want to go on and on playing, without cessation, even when they are tired, even when they are injured or ill. Joy is this sensation that knows only the present moment, that isn’t concerned with past or future, that knows nothing of clocks or time. Joy just is. And when one is overtaken by it, one knows only that one does not want it to end, whatever its cause or source. I did not want that ride to be finished, not then, not the next day, not ever. I just felt that I wanted to be doing that one thing, unendingly, for the rest of my existence.

When the ride was finished, I thought to myself: How often does that happen? After we become adults, how often to we discover (or as in this case, rediscover) an activity or endeavor that gives us such sheer joy that we do not want it to cease, ever? As adults, how rapidly we weary, even of the things that give us pleasure. And why is this? And what a treasure it is to discover something, even one single thing, that makes us feel like a child again, feeling like we are merely playing and we want it never to end.

I’m wondering: what are the things that make you all feel this way? As in my case, were there fears or obstacles that you had to overcome in order to discover, or rediscover, them? Joy such as this – that intense, almost ecstatic, “childish” kind of joy – seems to me like a sort of nut hidden within a very hard shell. Sometimes it is hard to crack it – the fears or obstacles we have to overcome to get at it – but when we do, the sweetness of the meat makes it worth every ounce of effort.

With Love to You All,
Savita
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Mary-Christine,

I did not see you a lot on the blog. I hope that everything is OK. At any rate, I’m all my heart with you…

My energy and my love for you o)

Hello, Hildegarde!

I had no idea You were so young. For some reason the username You have here, reminds me of certain Estonian names, which are not used these days. Beautiful names, but out of their time, belonging to older generations.

:) Who said You were shy?

All best,
Liina