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Having just turned double sweet sixteen – and feeling not so non-plussed about this, in fact…
getting older is a sweet joy..
where life becomes greater with wisdom, adventures,
and the mystery seems to become more magical day by day.
So, here’s to older age ;o)
Happy (belated) Birthday to both you Catherine and Paulo, wishing you lots of magical, mystery adventures.
The solar return is renewal, rebirth and regeneration, a new sun, a new year.
Lots of love
Pandora
XXX
Today I got trapped in my own misery. I almost started screamed when I remember it was Sunday and tomorrow I had to come back to work. A work that I don’t enjoy anymore, and which I have given it a thousand opportunities…minutes later I found myself giving it another one, and I am getting sick of it, because I’m hearing inside another thing, which I face with fear, but I know it’s the right thing to do. So I started to analyze my fear, my misery, to leave it behind, then the “worm that flies” came to my mind (new post), but I’m still wondering If I should dare. I congratulate all of you that have heard your soul and do what you love to do, every day, every second, I congratulate all of you who defeated the fear.
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow! It feels like a part of my heart is tearing away to leave the blog! :)
It is my friends birthday party and although it is too early for a party, well, it’s never too early for a party. It’s a pool party as well. I got a call from my friend asking of my whereabouts so I must go! I bid you all farewell, till it be morrow!
:)
Love and Kisses
Heard this song on the radio earlier. The version I heard was by Rascal Flatts, though others have versions of it too, but the actual songwriters are Marcus Hummon, Jeff Hanna (inadvertently) Bobby E. Boyd. The story of how the song came to be (I quote from an article I read online): “While sharing drinks at a Nashville bar, (songwriter) Bobby Boyd told a table full of friends that he’d endured hard times and made so many mistakes, especially with women. But now he was in love and happier than ever. So, he asked, could all the wrong turns have been part of God’s plan?”
“Among Bobby’s drinking buddies was Marcus Hummon (also a songwriter) who went home and wrote the lines” that eventually became this song:
“Bless The Broken Road”
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
I think about the years I spent just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true
Now I’m just rolling home
Into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.
I was going to paste a link to one of the videos from YouTube, but I found that most of these videos had interpreted this song as a spiritual – “the road” being the road to God – and that is okay too, but this was not the songwriter’s intention. It is more a song about soul-mates, and the road which leads us to them, or even about the road that leads us to many special people in our lives.
Here is one link where you can just listen to the song, without the video (mis)interpretation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkWGwY5nq7A
With Love,
Savita
“For miracles to happen, you need to believe in miracles” /Paulo Coelho/
The next time you’re in Vilnius (Lithuania), go to Cathedral Square and look for the Stebuklas Tile. Stebuklas is the Lithuanian word for miracle. According to an urban legend, it is the place where the Baltic Way started…
***
3 sisters – Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania – remind the world the price of freedom
August 23, 1989
On the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, on 23 August 1989, some two million people joined hands and created one of the longest human chains in history, linking Vilnius to Riga to Tallinn (a route of some 600 km) in a peaceful protest against a powerful empire. They showed the world the Baltic Way to freedom.
Two years later, in 1991, the goal of the Baltic Way was achieved and Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania restored their full independence.
A Lithuanian participant, ceramic artist Nomeda Marcenaite, said that there was a strong spiritual element to the Baltic Way:
“This feeling was very difficult to describe, but it was overwhelming. It is very difficult to artificially simulate, and therefore I think it would be impossible to repeat such an event (…) People are always looking to break records, but what we did, it was not a record attempt. It was a spiritual thing, perhaps a spiritual record…”
This year, all the Balts celebrate – together and separately – the Baltic Way 20th anniversary.
On 22 August, 2009, the three Baltic countries renewed the historic Baltic Way human chain in a 24-hour relay run (“Heartbeats for the Baltics’), which began in Tallinn (Estonia) and Vilnius (Lithuania). It will finish on the evening of 23 August in Riga (Latvia) at the country’s symbol of independence – the Freedom Monument.
All people were invited to join the leading runners at a location of their choice: “Everyone is welcome. Everyone is needed. It does not matter whether it is ten kilometres or ten steps. The important thing is unity. And that is what we all need the most today.”
Embassies of the Baltic States and the Senate of France in Paris also organise events dedicated to the 20th Anniversary of The Baltic Way. Central among them is the display of the travelling photo exhibition “The Baltic Way that Moved the World”:
http://www.mfa.gov.lv/data/balticway_izstades_foto-eng.pdf
As well, there will be an exhibition of photographs and documents, under the title “Singing Revolution. Rebirth of Freedom” in Brussels (Belgium):
http://www.singingrevolution.com/
The Baltic Way is a part of singing revolution. Most people don’t think about singing when they think about revolution. But song was the weapon of choice to free themselves from decades of Soviet occupation.
***
The Stebuklas – a symbol of freedom and hope. If you have a secret desire or dream, stand on the “miracle”, close your eyes, silently pronounce your wish or intention, and turn around clockwise three times. Either your wish will come true or you’ll be magically transported back to 1989…
Let’s join our hands and hearts for the Good Fight! Let’s sing our stories out loud and fearlessly, with hope of a better future where miracles named “Freedom, Independence and Non-violence” do come true!
Much Love,
Ilva Asote
Dear, dear Ilva!
Thank You for celebrating with us!
I, once, was a part, one link, of that chain. Then I was 6 years old. I hardly remember being there, but I remember that it felt honorable and it was a intense feeling.
They call estonians (and all Baltics) revolution to freedom, indeed, the singing revolution, because the country is small, no possibility to fight back in typical ways (guns and that kind of power of politics), we turned to the thing we loved – singing. I guess that’s why they call the Baltic nations the singing nation.
Thank You so much for posting this, showing Your solidarity.
Much love,
Liina from Estonia
It’s in Greek..Thank you for sharing.
Ας με βρεί το ξημέρωμα εκεί
…και θα ήθελα πολύ να πάρω ένα αμάξι να πάω μια βόλτα.
Να δω την θάλασσα κάτω από τον ουρανό της Αττικής γεμάτο άστρα και μια σελήνη να μου χαμογελαεί.
Θα είναι, λες και βλέπω εσένα να μου χαμογελάς με την σιγουριά ότι, όλα θα πάνε καλά. Ας με βρεί το ξημέρωμα εκεί. Δεν με νοιάζει.
Το πρωϊ θα πάρω έναν καφέ στο χέρι όπως τότε στο πανεπιστήμιο και θα πάω κατευθείαν για δουλειά.
Ας με βρεί απλά το ξημέρωμα εκεί.
Another sort of miracle… Must share that.
Well, I always said the writers who make people read are really valuable. As Paulo Coelho is.
My brother is an engineer, but he like to play moslty video games. He has no girl friend, dont go out, not talk much. But, he read only some books. Now he took Eragon,” Brisingr” by Christopher Paolini the latest one. He read day and night, no play video games…
Thats a real miracle…
More, he gave it to me to read now that he finished it.
Thats all now
Wish a wonderful week end to everybody
Muuch love
Alexandra
Paulo has definitely been a miracle in my life. After leaving the university – nearly eight years of constant reading, usually having to read several novels at once, having to remember and analyze every line – I didn’t want to read anymore at all. Reading had once been a great joy in my life, but the ability to read just for the sheer love of reading had been lost. Then one day someone emailed me a quote from one of Paulo’s books, and then I found this blog, and I started reading Paulo’s books, and now I have rediscovered the pleasures of reading once again. I don’t have to read to analyze or memorize, but just to enjoy…and I do, very very much.
Thank you, Paulo, for that invaluable gift – a true miracle.
Sincerely,
Savita
I also didn’t like reading novels much till I read Paulo! He is for me, life! He is the most amazing individual I have met. He is a Miracle, I don’t know where I’d be without him in my life.
He is the Master of transformation, and of love and care!
I love and appreciate you so much! You have transformed me into a butterfly. I owe you my life!
Love you!
dear PAULO,
i was reading your book , “the witch of portobello,” and for the first time in my life..i got up , looked for you via the internet and here i am writing to you. i just want to thank you for writing this book. Its been my dream to write, to be like ATHENA…to pursue what my heart demands, however due to society pressures and the fact that my life is governed by dreams other people see for me..i just curbed all my desires and just gave up!!
however , today as i am writing to you..i have decided that i will continue to believe in myself and to know that its not big words, or a university degree that makes a change in one’s life…but its the inspiration to pursue that takes one ahead….
I HAVE FOUND MY INSPIRATION…..ITS YOUR BOOK…AND YOUR WORDS…
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS BOOK!!!
I AM INDEBTED TO YOU FOR LIFE!!
LOVE
RIDDHI
Dear Paulo,
I would like to suggest that we dedicate one of the forum weekly subjects to naming books that been most influential in our spiritual journey.
Love
Fred
On va faire un peu la fete nmaintenant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAczDOXZD6s&feature=related
Gipsy King – Canto a Brazil
A funny poem. Maybe talk even about us…
Do enjoy it.
The Moment
by Firewerks
An amazing thing in this cyber age
meeting online seems so all the rage
A picture, some words, in a blur just gone by
that one could stick, in your mind, heart and eye
Their paragraphs, bells, somehow ring true
past experiences (like yours) that made us both blue
A rhythem, some empathy, it sets a deep tone
before you know it, you’re there on the phone
A voice softly heard, behind their past prose
sounds somehow so right, no wonder you chose
To enrichen and deepen mundane dialogue
that started and grew from such silly blog
And before you know it, you soon start to see
This friend’s been down roads, parallel to me
It’s gone now as far as can possibly go
With pictures and words, it’s time to show
A meeting is set, time, place and date
Face to face boldly confronting new fate
Conjured ideas, rich fantasies drawn
Like fluffy pink clouds, right before dawn
Checking your clothes, or hair in the glass
in the next few hours, who knows what will pass
Will I make a new friend that is trusted and kind
will chemistry fizzle, in an alley now blind
From words I’ve a sense of who you might be
Do you live by them, Love by them, now we shall see
What changes will come from chance meeting this?
Could things go so well, it could end in first kiss
These thoughts and more, spring full-grown to mind
When contemplation meets moment, and what we might find
It’s beautiful Alexandra, thank you for sharing!
many beautiful lines.
Love and Kisses
Just write that down till not forget.
I know a person, acquaitance, dont remember where from.
Is really fat, bad teeth, almost dirty, weare something look almost rags.
He greet me always, I reply. Sometimes he asks me how I am doing, I reply few words. People stare ..
The fact is lately I stay more talking to him.I discovered a very prepared person, he read a lot, good books.He was defending a writer banned by tyranic regime.
Well, many professors are not so informed as him. He knows history, literature…at very high levell.
I’ve always though that the ultimate goal in life more than having lots of money-social life-a husband-kids-thousand girlfriends-or being super famous- is to meet persons, make contacts, learn from all them and more: leave in all of them a part of your soul, like the movie “Big Fish”, just like him. I do honestly admire you, to let him be part of you.
Love
Well, I would say that if you study theology you lose your faith and if you study philosophy you lose your reason.
What else can I say?.
Hi Alberto,
Yes, I’ve heard this saying. How about; study life and gain insight about love.
Love and Admiration,
Heart
Hi Alberto,
There are plenty of other things you could say, depending on your view of the world being either negative or positive.
How about: Life is a journey, and take the chances you get to learn whatever interests you on the way to your destination.
Love,
Mariëlle
SILENT TEAR
Every time a tear drop falls,
I tell myself never again will it happen.
I hug myself and promise the universe,
no matter what I will not hurt again.
But love makes it so hard for me to hold back all
the memories & emotions that flow from my eyes.
I keep quiet, listening to my heartbeat slowly.
I feel the pain in my chest, but a smile covers my face!
How ironic life can get? But we still believe in it.
One door closes, a window opens, they say.
But in a room with no windows,
do we breath, do we stay alive or do we die?
I don’t deserve this love-less state of mind!
Patiently, I waited all these years,
believing you would come to me,
in a dream, like a dream, like a ray of sunshine through the dark night!
I smile at the sight of you, a tune
struck a cord in my heart, and I begin to dance!
Dancing my pain away? No, a welcome dance.
A dance to fresh pain, for a new tear drop on my cold cheek.
I stand still now, I suddenly realize
that my heart is under an attack.
Open, my heart is left with nothing.
Cause I shared all the love I had,
but what I got back was not enough to fill it!
What do I now? Sit back relax.
If life is going to be like this, enjoy the ride.
Cry a little, laugh a lot!
Pain is a part of me now, but I don’t want to shed another tear.
Is the universe to blame? Maybe my heart cant stop loving!
Good, bad, evil are but phases of our life.
It doesn’t matter which path we choose, as love is always a part!
I choose, though, to be invisible now,
a death with no face, so that I can
shed that one silent tear,
before I can finally go on!
;o)
When Love Ends
by seekerblue
After the bedroom lights go out,
And I’m left lying in the dark,
Thinking about your parting words,
And pondering the reasons why.
It is then, that in the dark silence
The flood of tears start to break,
For tears are the silent words
That a broken heart can’t speak
Oh, this is a bit sad! I don’t like parting words :(
Recien leía lo que han mandado del portal warrior of the light: Las cosas tal y como son… y quiero comentar algo… hasta abajo, sobre el leon, poniendo esto en la vida real… es realmente justo ser el león en la vida? es decir, ya no ser feliz, vivir destinado al encierro a ser algo que no quieres ser, a estar en donde no quieres estar, para ser la inspiración de alguien más?? solo por esa razón?, diría un amigo mío, para ser la llave de la puerta de la vida de otra persona, pero ser solo eso, una llave que abre la puerta de la felicidad de terceras personas, para inspirar a alguien a escribir o hacer una gran obra… esto a expensas d tu infelicidad??? es justo jugar el papel del leon?? no lo creo… a mi no me parece justo, si lo viera así la vida no es justa entonces, no desde mi punto d vista… no puedo conformarme que mi vida es d tal manera xq es mi razón en este mundo, xq es mi razón hacer feliz a alguien más o ayudar a alguien más, no por egoismo, xq podría ayudar y hacer feliz a alguien más siendo también feliz yo. pero nadie, ni la vida misma, ni el destino, ni el universo, puede pedir a alguien más q sacrifique algo tan grande (como era aquí la libertad del leon)para que la vida d terceros sea como ellos lo querían…
Meus parabens Paulo por suas exelentes obras…virei seu fãn,estou lendo diario de um mago e estou fascinado..tem muito na historia que se indentificou comigo e que estou buscando para mim..abraço fraterno.`.
Dearest Paulo,
I saw you in my dream last night!
We were so close, we hugged for a long time, very closely and hard.
I am So full of love for you! I love you and I’m in love with you!
It was So good to see you so close to me in my dream. It felt so real I can even feel you now!
Love and Kisses
C.
Cha, cha, cha!
I’m very happy for you Carolena ;)
Love and lots of admiration,
Heart
Hi dear Carolena and every one, whenever I see a dream, remember it and somebody else was ‘invovled’ in it, I always wonder if the other person had a … similar dream/experience ! So it is now, Paulo Coelho, who is a .. Magus and was in the dream, to give us an answer.
Sometimes our dreams are ‘hidden’ desires or even ‘expressed’ desires. To be honest I have never been occupied with this field. Whenever a strong dream ‘appears’ either it is a .. message that during our awaking time we are not so open to receive or a prophetic dream. Sometimes it is also a big desire..
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Hi,
It was indeed my biggest problem to know where to start my Good Fight, but I finally started two days go doing something that finally made sense.
I want to share this from my post:
…I don’t believe in what people say, but in what people do for real. So, it’s like an equation I made up on my train to work: in a positive average we have around 25’000 days to live (Swazis have for example 11′700)*. In average we barely remember our first 2’000 days. These few 2′000 years defined our whole behavior, personality and expectations of the world for the next 23’000 days! Lilly Allen really meant it: “it’s not fair, and it’s really not oK”, it’s indeed INSANE to believe in something and don’t even remember WHY! That’s exactly what makes sense to me; I believe in people defeating those premature rules by changing them, they bring a welcoming provocative reaction in our miserable lives…
LOVE.
Paulo, soulmate, a sua benção para esta guerreira da luz começando a sua “Good Fight”.
HEE HA That was so funny that video on TWITTER Paulo
It is well worth a look !
I hope you enjoy it.
Como Contagiar uma festa com uma dancinha sem sentidio
Loucos Lindos indeed
Just shows how one person can make a difference.
Let’s dance!
:)
How to contaminate a party with a dance …It was contagious wasn.t it?
“Beautiful fools “indeed!
:)
What does mean :”SHREN”?
what language is that?
I don’t have a great story to tell, I just want to thank.
I want to say Thank you, for the thouhts and stories inside the book “Like the flowing River” which I’m reading at the moment. And I want to thank for the “forgotten prayer” I read today.
This books is my chance chance to hear the voice inside- the voice of may soul (after a 10 hours working day).
And I call my friend, who has a heartdache and tell her, that hope is newborn every morning, gets hurt through the day and dies at the evening. But at dawn she’s on your side again.
THANK YOU
Hi,
This is worth a read..
Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3 year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.
45 minutes:
The musician played. Only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.
He collected $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater inBoston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ….
How many other things are we missing?
Love
Gabi
I know that story. By the way, is a proof that each sense must be trained. Most of us need to be guided. I need somebody to help me if I want a good book. A person that knows more than me. So, maybe is same for the music. People is not guilty, just they need more guidance, lets say initiation into Art.
I think so
Much love
Alexandra
Thank you, Gabriela, for posting this. It is a sad and brutally real story.
Love
Mariëlle
Happy to know you enjoy the post.
Love
Gabi
Wow, what a story! The Violin is one of my favorite instruments I couldn’t imagine passing a Violinist by without taking notice. But I guess I could understand the one track routine mind people fall trap into.
Thank you for sharing.
Hi,
I wanted to share something from my blog. The story of a man who forgot to live and his wake up call.
Martin was a very busy business man, jumping from one accomplishment to the next one without looking back. Right before one of his objectives was achieved he started planning the next one… buying a house for them to retire, opening a saving account for the children’s university, raising a wealthy patrimony for them to inherit, etc, etc. He spent most of his time at his office or working from home. He never felt secure enough so he kept ensuring that everything was under control. But then, without warning their safe world was turned upside-down. What they had built with hard work and perseverance was suddenly been destroyed. The family was torn apart, proving that they were not secure after all.
…………………………….
Love
Gabi
But why? What happened?
Anyways, could be same even if he acted in another manner.
Risks are everywhere.
The only thing we can do, at least we should risk for the things we most love and desire. Than every effort is worthy.
This morning I boarded the tram at 9.07.
Then I disembarked and for a minute I could have gone direction Saintes Marie de la Mer. I hesitated for a split second.
I decided to go hitchiking instead. I knew I was taking a bit of a risk.
However, weather conditions were picture perfect. Suddenly, here it comes, the giant of a bus just stop right in front of me. Direction Planet Galaxy, Yes, I’ll take you there, come on board. Oh this was such a beautiful ride, I was surfing, and felt every bumps of it.
I came back to my senses when the driver dropped me to my destination.
Did a bit of walking , inspected the area around listening to the sound of the cicadas. Went past the Driving School, gee there were so many of them, I hope they were successful.
Destination was coming up close, the two Telecom men were busying fixing lines again, then I proceeded along the hydrangea path, they were blossoming at a fast pace.
Then here I came to Planet Galaxy, presented myself at the Welcoming Desk, explained my situation and was given a ticket.
The waiting room was slowly but surely filling up Numbers were displayed onto the screen, strangely enough the ones that arrived late were going first, this went on for quite sometimes. Finally, and I knew this was going to happen at any time – I could feel the tension rising.- She had been fiddling with her mobile, twitting around for quite sometimes, and in a flash she asked: “does anyone wants to have my ticket? I don’t have time to waste, I have to go to work.Perhaps she was right after all, I mean you have to go to Tombuctu in the first place to see these people.
Somebody said it is a good thing we have had all the fraudsters going first and I added and the Cosa Nostra, so we should be getting a good service now. The room was starting to get warmer and my taste buds were looking for a bit of liquid,I wanted a glass of water and thought it might be time for the refreshments to be served. The man on my left said. “Don’t expect anything , you can only rely on yourself.”
I got up and went to see the lovely lady at the counter and asked her for a glass of water, she told me that normally they don’t do it however, she will go and fetch me one. As soon as she returned with the plastic cup filled with water, my number was called. I entered the room allocated to me and waited patiently for a good outcome. Computer was slightly capricious and needed to take a bit of a break – name was wrongly displayed, amounts were not adding up , I then helped a bit pointing it out to the piece of paper missing. Everything was then sorted out, a trip at the optician is on the agenda.
Then I came out of the building, feeling rather pleased, I had only worked on that case for the last two months. This dossier is now classified.
Now I have to put all my efforts onto the Goya’s one.
Hey Mestre,
Espero que esteja td bem com vc, Chris e todos.
So estou escrevendo pra dizer que eu amo vc.
Meu amor, meu respeito e minha gratidão.
Ca
And something in my language.In Greek,thanks..
Αποψε σε ελευθερωνω,
δεν σου φερομαι ιπποτικα,
απλα σε αφηνω,
εισαι ελευθερος.
Χρονια σε κατευναζα βγαζοντας φως
μεσα απο το κεντρο των παλαμων μου.
Κι ησυχαζες σαν σκυλι,
χαμηλωνες το κεφαλι,επεφτες για υπνο.
Εσβησα απο το λουρι
το ονομα που σου εδωσα
για να σε οριζω.Εσβησα το κινητο μου.
Δεν ειναι οτι κουραστηκα τοσο..
Ειναι γιατι ετσι πρεπει να γινει,
ουτε καμια αποψη περι ελευθεριας
η ψευτοεκτιμηση δημοκρατιζουσα,
ουτε για να νιωσω εγω καλα.
Απλα πρεπει να φυγεις.Η να μεινεις στο
αλλο μισο του σπιτιου,ισως να το κατακλυσεις ολοκληρο κιολας.
Δεν με νοιαζει πλεον.Τελειωσα.
Συγνωμη για τις φορες που σ’εκρυβα στην ντουλαπα.
Τις φορες που εριχνα πανω σου κουβερτα
να μην φαινεσαι οταν ερχονταν επισκεπτες στο σπιτι.
Εισαι ελευθερο πλεον.Μπορεις να τρεξεις στο λοφο και να βγαλεις
τον πιο αγριο βρυχηθμο μου κατω απο την πανσεληνο.
Θυμασαι οταν ησουν μικρο;
Φοβοσουν τα καμπανακια
απο το μισογκρεμισμενο σπιτι των μαγισσων,
καθε παραμονη χριστουγεννων
που ερχονταν να γιορτασουν τις γιορτες,
την πιο σκοτεινη μερα του χρονου,
Κι ο ηχος τους,κρεμασμενα απο την πορτα
σε ανατριχιαζε ,κι εκλαιγες κουλουριασμενο
μεσα στο καλαθι σου.Το ενα κεφαλι σου με το αλλο
σφιχταγκαλιαζονταν,
κι εγω σε παρατηρουσα καθισμενος διπλα στο τζακι
γελωντας,πινοντας καποιο τσαι.
Σημερα ομως εισαι ελευθερο,
τα δεσμα σου θα κοσμουν πλεον την αποθηκη
διπλα με τα παλια σεντονια,
που μας μεγαλωσαν μαζι οταν ειμασταν παιδια,
και τις παλιες γκαλοτσες του πατερα.
Ακομα δεν θυμαμαι το λογο που τις κρατησα.
Μπορεις να κανεις οτι θελεις,
δεν σε οριζω πια,
ουτε σκαρφιζομαι προσευχες των ανθρωπων
μεταλλαγμενες,βγαλμενες στο ηλιο αλλωτε,
η χωμενες μεσα σε λαξευμενες στοες,
Εισαι ελευθερος,φυγε.
Ξερω πως εισαι ικανος για την μεγαλυτερη καταστροφη,
δεν εχω πλεον καμια δυναμη πανω σου,
Ευκαιρια να κοιμηθεις την μερα
αυτη τη φορα.
Δεν εχω αλλα λογια για να το εκφρασω
ολο αυτο,
απλα βγαζω τα χερια μου
απο το παραθυρο και οι παλαμες μου κοιταζουν
το μαυρο της νυχτας.
Μαυρο σαν κι εσενα.
Για να κανεις πολεμο.Αυτοεκπληρουμενη προφητεια
η φυση σου να την εκφρασεις,
θα το κανεις αραγε;
Δεν προσμενω κατι τετοιο,για να γινεις
γραφικος στα ματια μου.Δεν σου δινω την ελευθερια
γιατι θελω να κανεις πολεμο.
Αλλα την μαυρη φυση σου,πως αλλιως θα εκφρασεις;
Με το θανατο,το μεγαλυτερο θεμα
των συνοικιων και των πολεων των ανθρωπων.
Ετσι λενε,ακουγοντας μας να μιλαμε.
Ποτε δεν μιλουσαμε για το θανατο.
Δεν το καταλαβαιναν,νομιζαν τον αγνοουμε
νομιζαν δεν εχουμε να πουμε τιποτα γιαυτο.
Ποσο κοντοφθαλμα βλεπαν.
Διοτι μονο ο Πολεμος ειναι Μαυρος.
Ο Θανατος ειναι Μωβ.
Οι ανθρωποι εντυσαν το πενθος μεσα σε Μαυρο και Μωβ.
Στο Μαυρο καναν λαθος.Γιατι πολυ απλα ειναι εγωκεντρικοι.
Εκφραστηκε η ανθρωπινη φυση τους.Και ειδαν Μαυρο.
Στο Μωβ βρηκαν την αληθεια.Θεικο το μισο τους μερος
τους σφυριξε ,πως το μωβ ντυνει το πενθος,την νοσταλγια,
την πεθυμια,το σθενος,την ενωση.
Μα εμεις το ξεραμε απο την αρχη αυτο.
Και Μαυρο τον Πολεμο καναμε,
που τα κινει ολα,την συγκρουση,που γκρεμιζει κοσμους
και απ’το μηδεν πετα ζωη.Γιατι ο Θανατος ειναι μονο
το αντιθετο απ’τη γεννηση.
Μα το αντιθετο απ΄τη ζωη,ειναι ο Πολεμος.
Ετσι λοιπον στο απαγορεψα το μαυρο,
την ιδια σουτην φυση,
γιατι ημουν ζωη,σ’αγγιζα στο κεφαλι
με τα δαχτυλα μου,κι απεφευγα στο αινιγμα
της σφιγγας να απαντω, σαν Ιερεια αιγυπτιακης θεας,
η ο μηνας που μεγαλωνει η μερα,
και ακανθινη στο κεφαλι σου την εστεφα,
να σε πληγωνει και να ξεχνας πως δεν τρεφονται
οι υαινες οταν σκοτωνουν ,μονο
πως παραταν το θυμα τους λιγο παραπερα,
πριν εμφανιστει καποια λεαινα
να ταισει τα μικρα της.
Καληνυχτα.Αφησα την εξωπορτα
που ποτε δεν εγραφε “εντος σκυλος”
γιατι δεν ησουν τετοιος,ανοιχτη,
κι ας ξερω πως θα σπασεις το φραχτη για να βγεις.
Καληνυχτα…
Δημήτρη, σε ευχαριστώ… Με έχεις βάλει σε μιά παράξενη ατμόσφαιρα..
Χαιρετισμούς από την Κύπρο.
Love,
Thelma xxx
Greetings,
my english is not so good but i dare to write a poem in english.I am from Greece and i use to write poems in my country’s language.
Jesus knows i screw his nails
Up and down here i come,
with a cross in the back of my car,
im climbing jesus’s cross,
look! That terriful scar,
a sign which rises to my face
when i am falling down at the grass.
And Jesus knows i screw his nails,
pretty lips,fatty faces,
innability incarnated into tales,
i m singing of gobling tears,
just in front of this moon that raises,
incredible ordinary human fears.
And Jesus knows im speaking to flies,
dancing into a Sadducian party,
telling around the fire lies,
How miserable can i become?
Has the middland a mercy cabin on it waters
for the howl-man to reborn?
..Jesus knows i screw his nails
and he likes me to death for doing that..
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3a/Caravaggio.emmaus.750pix.jpg
And if I dislike your poem???
Right now, I am reading a book from Peep Vain ‘The Most Important Question’. Basically this book is about figuring out Yourself and what to pursue in life, while it being in line with what You are wishing/hoping/dreaming of.
There he writes: “Promises that we give to OURSELVES are mostly big dreams cut in little pieces.”
So, right now, if there are people, who are trying to figure out: “What is MY dream? What is MY purpose in life?” I ask You… if You made them, go look back at Your new years resolutions, if You did them in PCB. If You did not, then just think about the promises that You have given Yourself over time, today, yesterday, a week ago, a month, a year ago or all Your life. Think about it, and You may aswell discover what You are looking for. And then stick to it. Hold to Your guns and don’t let anyone persuade You that it’s not good enough, it’s not needed, it’s silly or that You are being foolish. Stick to it like it is in Your nature… and soon, it will be.
Much love,
Liina
tht was very helpful. thanks !
love
Aditya,
There is a message for you from me (and Annie) on page 5…scroll back!!!!
yep heart sorry, i was neck deep in a new damn difficult project we are trying to do at our refinery, and internet connections were acting funny here. I will just do that.
love
aditya
Hi All,
I am new here. I love to write and I would like to share some of my stuff with you. I am posting my poem here. I hope you like it. If you do, please email me your comments to (tpriyadarshini@gmail.com)
The Problem Child
Many things run in my mind
but in the darkness no way I can find.
My life is going in circles,
will I ever overcome my hurdles?
I pray each day for a mircale
so that I can calm my mind, so fickle.
As I lay every night on my bed
I think of every word I ever said.
Am I a person who is wrong
or someone who is strong?
Emotions in me run wild
am I the problem child?
I walk on and on, on this path
knowing I will have to face the warth.
I still go ahead with sure confidence
hoping all the good things in life are not a co-incidence.
Head held high I walk,
with every word thought, I talk.
A day will come in my deserted life
when everything wrong will be right.
That will be the day when I will find
when they will be peace and calm in my mind.
The problem child will then see,
there is no where else she would rather be!
Thanks,
Teja P
thanks for sharing your poem!
My goodness, though… I could put myself a.s.a.p. in that character… i know/knew it so well!
“A day will come in my deserted life
when everything wrong will be right…”
Thanks Teja! Very beautiful words!
Love,
Ilva
Dear Teja,
Beautiful Poem. Keep writing….
love,
Laxmi
Sabe aqueles dias que a gente não sabe definir bem o que está sentindo? Pois é… lembrei-me da música Roda Viva, do Chico Buarque.
“Tem dias que a gente se sente
Como quem partiu ou morreu
A gente estancou de repente
Ou foi o mundo então que cresceu
A gente quer ter voz ativa
No nosso destino mandar
Mais eis que chega a roda-viva
E carrega o destino pra lá
Roda mundo, roda-gigante
Roda-moinho, roda pião
O tempo rodou num instante
Nas voltas do meu coração…”
Fui deixando fluir o sentimento e me senti como uma semente segura pela terra. Dai pensei em quantas sementes essa terra aconchega e abriga. Muitas vezes é necessário um romper com atitudes, se jogar no espaço para se tornar uma planta que se alimenta de vida. Agora sei o que é ser uma semente.
SEMENTE (Cleusa Vieira)
Hoje amanheci me sentindo uma semente
Envolvida pela casca dura que me detêm à explosão da vida
Protegida, mas humanamente querendo sair da condição de espera
Muito abrigo, pouco sonho, muita resignação
Pouco a pouco fui me imaginando com alma voadora
Alma que rompe o estado litúrgico
Cresci em afeto, em querer, no espaço
O calor da terra me deu meios para romper com as pressões
O escorrer da chuva me deu maciez no corpo e lágrimas pra me soltar
Lutei com o tempo, cantei as feridas, iludi o apego
Fui assim crescendo até ver bem de pertinho a claridade do sol
Agora posso sentir a brisa do ar, o orvalho, o barulho da vida
Não sou mais semente, eu sei
Não tenho mais abrigo, eu sei
Tenho agora pela frente um caminho para o crescimento
Uma janela para abrir com lampejos e suores a cada dia
Já não sou a mesma, mas me orgulho disso
Sinto uma força que me leva pra dentro de mim mesma
Sinto uma história que já faz parte de minhas veias
Agora como planta, me encanta cada gotícula da primavera
O caminho já me faz conter o pranto
Estou mais confiante nas estrelas, pois delas exalam pura convicção
A certeza de ser mais encanto e me propor esse canto que agora sorri em mim.
Bjs!
Fiquem com Deus e na paz!
Have a nice summer day! Or winter day!… Have a nice day! :-)
:-) :-)
Ei Barcelona! Perderei folhas no outono, ganharei flores na primavera, serei ainda mais radiante no verão e me tornarei acolhedoramente feliz no inverno! Muitas estações de felicidade pra vc tb!
I have already wished ‘Happy Birthday’ to Carolena in facebook.. But seeing your comments I could not resist to wish her once again ..
May this year be your lucky one and with the ‘Witch of Portobello’ film your star to shine!!
Really born on the 15th of August your name should be .. MARIA. This is the Greek tradition.. May SHE will always protect you.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Yes, and you gave me some wonderful birthday cakes and balloons! Thank you so much Thelma.
Oh, my heart is just so happy all my friends on Paulo Coelho’s blog wishing me a happy birthday :D I’m just Very happy!
Thank you all!
Thank you again Thelma!
I Love You! :D
Maria
;)
15th aug is indendpendence day for india, such a sweet coincidence that it is Carolena’s birthday too. may Thelma’s wishes come true for u Carolena and may u’r wishes for u’rself too.
love
aditya
A couple of fabulous speeches on the nurturing of creativity and the capacity to take risks:
Ken Robinson:
“There was a little girl, in a drawing lesson – she was six. She was at the back drawing. The teacher said this little girl hardly ever paid attention, and in this drawing lesson she did. And the teacher was fascinated. She went over to her. She went over to her and she said, ‘What are you drawing?’ And the girl said, ‘I’m drawing a picture of God.’ And the teacher said, ‘But nobody knows what God looks like.’ And the girl said, ‘They will in a minute.’
Full speech:
http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html
Elizabeth Gilbert:
“Is it rational, is it logical that anybody should be expected to be afraid of the work that the feel they were put on this earth to do? And what is it specifically about creative ventures that seems to make us really nervous about each other’s mental health in a way that other careers don’t do? Like my dad, for example, was a chemical engineer, and I don’t recall once in his forty years of chemical engineering anybody asking him if he was afraid to be a chemical engineer…!”
Full speech:
http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html
Hi Savita. I tried to add you on myspace. You did not reply.
Maybe I was on a wrong place? Are you from Texas?
Have a nice time.
Love
Alexandra
Carolena, Did you get new sandals for your birthday???
Woooohoooo Happy Birthday!
Heart
And/or a slinky new dress? You always look so lovely, Carolena, like some mythical Goddess incarnate.
Best to you in the coming year!
Love,
Savita
My Heart ;) no, I did not get new sandals for my birthday, although you just gave me an idea ;)
Thank you for the birthday wish! Now my feet are trekking everywhere on this page too, as I want to thank all of you individually for the birthday wishes!
Love you!
And what’s all this talk about ass and boobs and penis on my birthday?? ;) LOL (am I allowed to say penis?;)
edited by Admin : It depends, =)
Happy Birthday Carolena!
Thank you everyone for your suppport. I need to retreat into the shadows and figure out my next move. Yes, I might go to the US but that too requires money I don’t have. I’ll let you know how it goes and keep writing on my own blog next week.
Warmly,
/Alexandra
Dear Alexandra,
I wish you luck in your way, be confident that any obstacles you will probably find a solution. Try to live how if it was already resolved, I know that time is very difficult how to do that, but you must not give in to problems, mental and that the solutions are coming soon for you. We hoping with all our heart that you will solve everything in your life, the way full of happiness come to you! You’re in my thoughts and my prayers!
Love,
Ca
We could trade countries if you want to – I could send myself to your house in a big brown box, and you could send yourself to mine. I don’t even know where you live, but I’d take my chances. I know how it is to long to travel, and yet to find the cost of a plane ticket and inconceivable sum.
There really should be some sort of international “exchange program” I think, allowing people to trade countries for a while, free of charge. It would be very good for cross-cultural understanding and world peace. Imagine if someone from some small village in Wherever could come to visit this small town where I live. People seldom do that – when they do travel, they generally hit the high spots, the major cities and popular tourist attractions. I lived my whole life here, in this small community, up until adulthood and never once met anyone from another country. As a result of that sort of isolation, there is very little understanding or tolerance here of people who are not American.
Seriously though, wishing you the best, Alexandra. May the shadows refresh you.
Much Love,
Savita
Happy birthday Carolena!!!!!!!
Hope you have/had a wonderful day… may all your dreams come true this year!!!
Love and birthday hugs
Mariëlle
Lots of LOVE Carolena to you on your Birthday, I hope your shoes are dancing tonight…
With love
Pandora
XXX
Thank you Marielle! I had a great time, just got back from camping and wine tasting up by Santa Barbara, it was great!
Thank you.
Love
C.
Happy Birthday to Carolena!
Was yesterday, but I know only now.
Thanks for your kind friendship
God bless you
Wish all your dream come true
P.S.
The trailer is more than great
Much much Love
Alexandra
Alexandra Thank you for the birthday wish!
And I thank you for your friendship as well!
Love ya!
C.
I know poems were ” so last week darling…..” but suddently I found this and it makes sense:
Beggars And Kings
In the evening
all the hours that weren’t used
are emptied out
and the beggars are waiting to gather them up
to open them
to find the sun in each one
and teach it its beggar’s name
and sing to it It is well
through the night
but each of us
has his own kingdom of pains
and has not yet found them all
and is sailing in search of them day and night
infallible undisputed unresting
filled with a dumb use
and its time
like a finger in a world without hands
William Stanley Merwin
Alexandra
I am horrified to read about what is happening to you, really. It seems that this is part of the western world, I too live in a world of beggars and kings.
My suggestion to you, is that you ask for what you specifically want from people who are going to be able to give it to you.
With love
Pandora
XXX
Sorry for your big loss Paul, wih you all the strenght in the world.
Love
What about a … translation dear ….. ???? Luminita Amon??
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
She said (Luminita) May God rest her soul in peace! I am really sorry!
The friends of my friends are mine too
Love and light
her name Luminita
done
Dear Alexandra, thank you for your translation. You are so kind. You see I have learnt that in a company of people we should all speak a language that we all understand.. This is a .. code!!
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Wow, so sorry to hear all this.
I feel bad for not having any suggestions, ugh. It’s really horrible, I share your pain though.
The system can really be cruel!
You have my best wishes Alexandra, hopefully something good will soon happen!
Have faith (I know easier said than done.)
Love
C.
Sheelu dearest,
“People are musical instruments that resonates according to who touches them” I agree with that you know. Thanks for pointing that out.
Also what Jodie FOster says :”Normal is not something to aspire to. It’s something to get away from it.” She is so wise. Have you, by any chance, heard Jodie speak in French? Like a native. WOW ! It is unbelievable, she is so good and so articulate. She is a very very smart person.I think she went to La Sorbonne University.
Talk about a philosopher….
:)
Love and bisous
XX
Marie
Have you ever seen the film “Out of Africa,” Paul? If you haven’t, I think you should. Or even if you have seen it, perhaps you should see it again now.
With Much Love,
Savita
Getting back the gift of Gab – Next Gen handheld computers allow the mute to converse.
The latest assistive communication devices are here and they work a bit like your i.phone.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=assistive-communication&sc=CAT_HLTH_20090813
That IS amazing! Sometimes we tend to demonize modern technology, but it is just like everything else – atomic energy, for example – it can be used both for great evil and for great good. The choice rests in our hands and the decisions we make on a daily basis.
I am so happy for this man, and the others like him. Just imagine – having lost something so precious, and then regaining it.
Thanks for sharing, Marie-Christine!
Aloha everyone!
I am a “Brida” IRL ;), thus my happiness is seen as a threat to the political and religios sytems in Sweden. I have now started to write my blog in English. Please come and visit!
Warmly,
/Alexandra
I copy todays entry here:
Friday, August 14, 2009
BECOMING A FUGITIVE IN YOUR OWN COUNTRY
I am a brutually honest person. Everything I write can be checked for acuracy IRL. Paulo Coelho once wrote “Visibility is the only protection” referring to the situation in Iran. Yes, I agree. No, I am not at gunpoint physically, but worse, I am emotionally, financially and spiritually.
What do you know about Sweden? 9 million people in northern Europe. Beautiful blond girls, clean and rich, a little socialistic but very safe. Right?
No. Every day I stumble across homeless people that no one cares about. I meet at least five beggars a day, watch another five go throgh trash hoping to find either leftover pizzas or empty sodabottles to trade for some coins.
We read about the financial crisis around the world and every where else it seems to be a question about companys going bancrupt, stocks declining, or prices on houses declining. That is really not much of a problem here. Instead it is our own government who puts us down the drain. We don’t have many private alternatives when it comes to the healthcare and social welfare system, such as schools, hospitals, and of course that security blanket we have been paying our high taxes to, now being completely overthrown.
I have had a rich life. Rich in meaning of experiences. However many of these have been traumas that I havn’t gotten a chance to process correctly, with no professional help etc together with loosing my job in advertising due to a personal relationship gone bad (He made up rumours that he spread to other agencies at the same time he threatened to kill me while I was pregnant, and miscarried). So I have tried to start over, going back to college and taking my degree. But no, at the last month before graduation a professor said he couldn’t approve of my final paper beacause he said: “You love this and could make money out of it. Theory has to be more boring and put away in storage. You can’t get famous being the first to introduce Lifecoaching in Universities here”. And then of course that same University now has classes in coaching while paying their old time teachers holding them, leaving me out of it. In Sweden we have a culture we call “The Law of Jante” meaning you can not show that you’re happy or successful, you’re supposed to accept being totally controlled by others and shut up.
In 2004 my Mother died of cancer. This made me break down. Not only because of her death per say, but also because of tons of unpleasent memories getting unleashed with nowhere to go. I made a list of about 20 traumas, where at least 7 of them have been in a major life and death situation that I survived.
I went to Hawaii for a seven month period but as I finally relaxed for the first time in my then 34 year old life, I got sick. I later found out that I have also become gluten intolerant (allergic to wheat).
My body and soul couldn’t take it anymore, going on adrenaline, being underweight and always stressed and scared for most of my life, I collapsed and got my insurance paid for a leave of absence for two years when I came back home.
But I didn’t receive any help. The waiting lines for both our public and private doctors, therapists etc are long, years long. The bureacracy here is huge. I had some minor dental problems, but beacuse of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder I needed special care. It took seven months just to get that piece of paper to another doctor. Then I had to wait in line another 14 months to get an appointment for surgery. Beacuse of this long time, I had to remove four of my fully visible teeth permanently.
At the same time, our government decided that all sick people have to work anyway and withdrawing our insurancepayments. With no job and lots of rules about getting back to freelancing again, I ended up on welfare. Which of course leaves me with no ability to replace my lost teeth (I have a small plastic brace but it is temporary made, makes me uncomfortable and I have to remove it before I eat). And now another two years later, I have also lost my home and is due to move out before Dec 1st, although my landlord would rather see me go earlier.
I am turning 39 in October and single. I have lots of debts, mostly just studentloans and other bills to the State Government. Our courts are of course ruled by that same Governmemt and the courts may decide which cases they can IGNORE and which they take up for trial. All officials blame the others, no one taking any responsibility for the consequences that they make.
Children and other refugees come here, seeking help from wars in other countries. They are put in small baracks, left to wait there for two-five years before they get any decision from Immigration services. No citys wants to help them even if they could.
I am exhausted.
I have been stealing food in grocery stores for over a year in order to survive. Who is our primary minister, putting me in this situation?
On a superficial level Sweden has all the intellctual intelligence we could possibly ask for, but has completely lost all common sense and heart. I’d say it’s about at least 20% of our whole grown up population standing without income, and counting.
All the private savings I once had from an inheritance from my grandfather, I hade to use up for debts and living expenses, leaving me with nothing.
I have businessideas that include lots of employment opportunities for others. I have a Masters Degree in Organizational Development and Leadership as well as a diploma in Copywriting. But some days I need to stay home and rest, sheltered from the world because of my PTSD so I can’t handle an ordinary 8-5 job. If I were allowed, and had support, I could make my own living, my way and stay happy. But the government won’t let me and have purposely refused to give me welfare to cover my rent, on two occasions, leaving me with nowhere to go, soon.
I am hoping to write a book about “The Call for Divine Mothering” if I can receive some funds in advance to buy a Macbook (I am only borrowing public computers for now, lost that too), have shelter and food and feel safe.
All this is in the basic Human Rights. Rights that our government in Sweden has started to chew on. Better yet, I almost forgot. My insurancepayments got withdrawn because I was blogging here about 30 minutes a day, as if expressing your opinion wasn’t allowed for everyone. The officeclerk also stated that: “A person who had been to Hawaii (Paradise) could not at any circumstance become sick in any way two years later or even be sick there”. He was of course jealous, so he withdrew my paycheck, all according to the cultural law of Jante…
Suggestions anyone?
Yep. Things are not always what they seem to be on the surface – even those supposed Utopias.
Last week I broke me foot – I’m pretty sure it’s broken (I dropped a metal bed frame on it while moving furniture out of my house). I live in the US, supposedly one of the richest countries in the world, a country supposedly based on egalitarian ideals, but I cannot have my foot x-rayed because 1) I have no insurance, 2) I have no money to pay a doctor independently, and 3) I am precluded from receiving any sort of state aid, including medical assistance, because I refuse to give the authorities the name of my daughter’s father so that they can search him out and force him to pay child-support, although I do this because I perceive him as a threat to our safety.
I am backed against a wall, in a sense. Do I go to the authorities, give them the information that they demand, and risk that this man might be serious about the threats he has made, should I ever attempt to elicit child support from him? If I do, then I can have my foot attended to. If not, I am left with no access to basic medical care. Is there any justice in this? Does it make any sense at all?!
Certainly, I can understand your frustrations, Alexandra.
Much Love,
Savita
oops I posted your response in the wrong section Alexandra.
I wish I could help you dear Alexandra. I am also from Sweden and know this stupid law of Jante. That is maybe the reason Paulo Coelho has´nt yet won the Nobels literature prize, just because of this stupid law. Paulo Coelho is simply too intellegent and marvellous for this prize!
Alexandra, I think you are the greatest!!!!
Much love from your friend Tina
I saw that you were from Malmö too. Really cool that we are so near…
Dear Alexandra,
You must at your wit’s end about your situation. Do you have any other family members who can help you with food and shelter until you find a job that allows flexibility to work from home or set up your own enterprise?
Maybe it’s time to move another country to find your ‘treausure’…..like in the alchemist .
Your PTSD seems to be main problem.. if only you can get over it….Many of Paulo’s articles on the WOL and many other’s comments on this blog are actually were enlightenning. use this as a resource to get over the PTSD.
Good luck in your struggle. I wish you a speedy recovery from your PTSD.
love,
Laxmi
Bless You Ninni, you are a Light…. XXX
Am sensible to you. Many challenges at the same time. Priorise. Someone said, start by doing what you can, then as Mr. Coelho says, you create the path as you walk. My daugther too has the gluten intolerance since birth. Stick to your diet, because when you absorb gluten, you become weak, difficulty concentrating, and destroying the intestines and preventing your body from absorbing vitamins, etc, so less energy and physical strength to walk your path. Happy to read that Ninni can help by sharing, and more maybe! I will make you a place in my prayers. Jojo
I hope that those who had already answered here, are able to help you.
I am hoping to learn some PTSD coping tips – when i see my mother in 3 weeks time. We both suffer badly.
I hope you can get some other good advice – it seems you have a great deal to juggle and need someone to help share the load… then it will be only half as much to weigh/balance.
Best wishes x
Sensible to your loss Paul, for not being no more able to share physically with her. Yes, we all know that she is pursuing, as the others that are left also are pursuing the same for the same goal. But nevertheless, that period of separation hurts in the human dimension, and I am sensible for that moment of grief for you Paul. And life continues … and your relation on another dimension. With affection, Jojo.
Hi, I just discovered how to fight- “When you fight, fight with love”. The evil ones just hate to be fought with love. And I have also found my gift again, just feel great…
I don´t know Paulo if you already have this text in The Warrior of Light novel?
Sorry if I didn´t write well the last time when the discussion was about fear, I got to hasty and wrote something about fear of God that could have been misunderstood. What I ment is that some has turn their head from God…
Did not sent a favourite poem, because I have none, instead I have (one of my favourite) songs;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PASYe-SrdqE
Love and light from Tina
Hi Tina,
You are so right; there is no better way to fight, anybody for that matter evil or not evil, with love.
It’s the strongest emotion in the universe.
And even if the fight does not end the way you wanted it to… at least you can still live with yourself in the knowledge that you loved.
Good luck,
love
Mariëlle
Dear Paul,
Thanks for sharing this beautiful story. It soothes my soul to read this because it was just last night that i was remembering 2 of my loved ones who passed away more than 10 yrs ago and still felt the pain. This story is a reminder that their spirits are with god and i need not be in sorrow.
It’s interesting to see how one person’s little act of love and kindness to a little girl has impacted a multitude of us positively.
The moral i take away today from this blog is: a single act of kindness to any person in this world is one that can keep giving to the world in many unknown ways.
Thanks again.
love,
Laxmi
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