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Food for thoughts and critics:
In 1998 I lived in Sedona AZ for a retreat. I did not drink alcohol, stopped using sugar and had no sex for 4 months. I would describe my state of mind and soul (still do not know what that is, though) open and very relaxed when the following happened to me:
I woke up in the middle of the night “hearing” the word PLANETARIAN in my head. I never heard that word before nor did it mean anything to me.
I went out of bed, walked over to my living room, opened my laptop and wrote a text.
Went back to bed and slept deep and without dreams.
Next morning I went to Mona’s coffee shop, had my usual cappuccino and my morning muffin and drove home after two hours of nice chat with Mona.
Looking at my laptop that strange dream of last night came to my mind. I opened it up and Word was still active. The last file saved was called THE PLANETARIAN GUIDE and the text was the following:
The planet Earth is our home. On this Planet, we travel through the Universe. Earth and Universe belong together and are both a place of joy and wisdom.
The Planet Earth is full of life. All life forms have their own beauty and their own right to exist. A Planetarian respects this right and treats life with respect.
There is more on Earth and in the Universe than can be seen with human visual sense. Even the molecules of a stone are full of vibrating energy. This energy is eternal and belongs to the Universe.There is enough of it for all on Planet Earth.
Life on Planet Earth unfolds like the Universe unfolds. There is no good or bad in this. Enjoying life with respect is enjoying the eternity of the universal energy.
Wisdom comes in many forms and does not claim to be right. It is always there and can be found everywhere. Today it has many names and tomorrow it will be one.
With the respect for life and the knowledge of the eternal force, Planetarians are part of the beauty of energy. They believe in the unification of all religions and all nations on Earth to enjoy the Universe together.
We are always acting with respect for life and we enjoy traveling through the life in all its forms. We know that all is one and one is all. With the Millennium of Unification to come, we work for being one Nation on one Planet.
We do not use force in the unification of the Planet Earth. Dignity is the biggest force of all and peace will come to the Planet. We are not in a hurry. Because our souls are eternal and our energy can not be destroyed. We know that there are no secrets.
…
This is the unchanged text I found on my laptop that morning on December 19th 1998.
I am no guru, I am no member of any spiritual community, I am not an active believer of any religion or supernatural whatsoever. I do not meditate. I am a simple man working as a creative designer, I am married since 35 years to the same nice woman and have two beautiful daughters. I cook, I eat meat, I drink a beer and I like driving my black SUV.
Any ideas? Any suggestions? Simply brain activity? Message from “above”? Bad dream?
Andy, I loved this story.Very interesting!! God bless you and your family.
Dear Andy,
thank u for sharing the message, which I find very inspiring
love and light
gabi
you know Andy – maybe you have stored and saved up all your philosophy for some time.. not really over-attending to it, nor under-attending to its expression…
So at the right moment it just came… the vision in a dream were ready to words.
I know i can push for wisdom, understanding… and in a way i ruin the end message. Striving for something can do that.
So thats why i wonder.. maybe you have just some extraordinarily lovely, yet simple clear vision … no big deal right… only the world is ready for new visions/messages for the planet… because in all man’s doings.. that is the element we have forgotten: the planet itself ;o(
Blessings.
Hi , it’s about a married woman who fell in love with another man
Calm down
Calm down little child
You are waking up too late
Calm down little child
And go back to sleep again
Didn’t you know that there’s no more playground for you
All you friends are gone
And you are alone again
Calm down and stay in deep sleep
Leave me in peace
Because I am walking like a sheep
Told you to calm down
Because I will fall
Too deep in my soul
Where I can hear your call
Don’t you respect the rules?
Don’t you care about what I have built?
Don’t make me be so cruel
Because I will burry this guilt
Tell me what do you miss?
Do you miss the Sun, the moon and the stars?
Your dreams and your hopes?
Do you miss the wind, the sea and the forests?
The angels, the music and the magic?
Do you think that being in love again will revive you?
I once in the name of love buried you
I crashed your winds
And killed your dreams
Why you want to be loved?
Can’t you be alive without it?
I know that no one has ever loved you
They are in love with me through you but they don’t know
That the real me is you
They love me as a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a daughter, a woman
But not as you, my little child
You the dreamer, the adventurer, the warrior, the painter, the spiritual, the knight, the rebel, the witch, the magician, the dancer, the writer, the teenager, the sensual, the musician, the goddess……
I ask you to go back to sleep
Don’t be selfish
I know that your heart will be broken
But it is better than hurting many hearts
Calm down little child,
Maybe one day I will discover a way to awaken you
Without the need for falling in love
Calm down and wait for that day to come
Girl in the Mirror…
I wake up, i smile, i talk and i lead a perfectly normal life. However at the end of the day, when i enter my room and stand in front of the mirror , i see a weird girl. A girl, who is somewhat unknown to me. I look at her closely and i notice teary eyes with deep dark circles around them. And oh how can i forget a weary smile which is slowly turning into trembling lips.While i am observing all this, i notice a tiny drop of water trickling down her cheek and i ask myself is this me ? This is where the story, or i may say the tragedy starts.
I, like some girls, lead a masked life, where i have to be two different people.One that i have to be for the sake of not making an issue or rather not being the issue for the people who are related to me, and the other who i really am. The girl in the mirror is an ordinary girl, but she has to live in an extra ordinary world which requires an extra ordinary effort by her to survive.
Another sleepless night, and another night where i get into a situation of not-knowing-what-to-do-with-myself… but what does it matter? It is starting to get usual now. The shaky hands, the trembling lips, the girl in the mirror quivering with an unknown unbearable pain and may be fear, is just usual.
Can suffering ever be this intense?
Deep in my heart, i feel terribly weak. Any minute i can fall down and then suddenly something inside me forces me to keep going. I might win the battle and that hope keeps me going but the very feeling of having my dream shattered kills me inside.
Its morning, I am trying to get ready to wear that mask again but before wearing the mask, i look in the mirror , i see the same ordinary girl turning into a warrior. The trembling lips are turning into a curved smile, which by the way seems pretty genuine, the shaky hands have turned steady. As steady as a rock. The tear that had trickled down earlier, it seems like as if it has gone back to the eye because i can see that her eyes are now shining. Even though she has now worn a mask, her face shows the determination that a warrior has. She’s going to fight till it gets over, she’s going to play fair & she’ll give her best. She has to win at any cost. In case she fails, she might die, but she is going to die satisfied. She gave her best she will never regret not trying hard enough.
I give a final look at the mirror and start walking towards the door.
Time to enter the battlefield again…
Beloved Samar
I share your anxieties
but im not going to give advice
perhaps suggest for now a great book
that helped me see things in a good light
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Women who Run with the Wolves…
Blessings x
Samar, Your post touched me deeply. I feel like I have been going through the same thing many times myself. The mask, not caring about the potential because nobody close cares. If you do not give up I will not give up.
Catherine, I will look into Women who Run with the Wolves. Thanks for mentioning it.
FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS !!!!!!
sus libros son los mejores
y ver toda la popularidad que han tenido me alegra mucho para que todas las personas sepan que increible escribe paulo el mejor
felicidades
Hello
I went for a bike ride today. I had my iPod with me and I was listening to Yannis Voices (as someone here advised to listen to, but don’t remember who) and there was this song about worship. It was around 7:30 pm and I was riding to a trail where many sportsmen like to go to (bikers, runners, walkers, dog walkers, …) and first to get there, I had to cross a high bridge and after to go under another bridge to get to this trail. So I drove on the first bridge and I saw the most amazing sunset I had seen in a while. It was pink and golden, and it showed me the majesty of the nature. Unbelievable, this world, we live in.
I rode on and I was paddeling quite fast, and there was a hill that I went down from, so the speed increased even bigger. Then there was the second bridge that I went through, under it. And I still saw the sunset, although it was now even more golden.
And this was the moment when I remembered my grandfather, who had passed on. He was a good man, someone to look up to. He was always helpful to others and I can say that he truly loved life. Unfotunately his turned short more than a decade ago, by an unfortunate accident. You see, when I was a child, I used to go to these bikerides with my grandfather. He was quite sporty and always tried to keep up with good health. I’m very thankful that he passed this virus on me. While I was riding, I suddenly realised, that while riding, I often get in touch with him, it’s like he’s somewhere beside me, or in me. I broke in tears, while still riding the bike. But it was tears of love. I just really missed him. TO honour him and this feeling, and all he has given me, I decided to push myself as far as I could on this sport trail in the woods. So I paddled and sweated, sweated some more. And I felt great joy… I cannot explain it.
I recently also understood, what was one reason, that possibly connected me with Paulos work, and Paulo. I think he reminds me of my grandfather so much. The love of life. Maybe a bit of outer image similarities. All I know, I’m thankful.
Thankful for the moment.
Love,
Liina
PS! Suphi, please remove my previous posting. It happened by accident. Thank You!
Yes, Yanni is one of the best…At least for me. And, is great looking too…
Love
Alexandra
Annie: it’s odd, how something the mention of a certain thing will bring out us sweet memories. Sometimes it may be just a word that a person says. Great remenission, thanks. Oh, and I was taught to ride a bike (the two-wheeled one) when I was 6-7. It simply went this way: my father was up the hill (well, at least at this time for me it seemed to be a hill, actually, it was not!) and said: “So, go down the hill, keep the handle straight and try not to fall.” HEhh… not much tutoring, but actually I think that I got it on the first time, when I sat on that bike and noticed that I actually have to keep the balance… that the balance was the trick to it. Thanks for also reminding this to me, with Your own memories.
Alexandra: thank You for suggesting to listen to Yannis Voices, I found some of the songs very powerful for me. I don’t know about the looks, but the sound is great. :)
Ohh, and I want to add: if there is someone who misses their loved ones, who might not be around anymore, just remember who they were, and I am sure that You will find them, somewhere, someplace. Maybe even in Yourself… and don’t worry: they are there… in our hearts.
Hugs, if anyone needs one.
Love,
Liina
I have felt the presence of my grandfather with me lately. I think he has been there for quite a while keeping an eye on me, but I didn’t realise. He was unfit, an alcoholic and a gambler! But he loved me, never hurt me, always smiled, always hugged me, so was a very important and protective energy in my early life. It’s nice to think of him again!
Liina, soon my family will visit your wonderful country, to scatter the ashes of my grandmother who passed away a month ago. I have never been to Estonia, and will try to make the trip. I tried to get there 10 years ago, by bicycle from England, but ran out of money in Norway and had to return home! I must say, seeing your posts brings a smile to my face and ignites the memory of my beautiful grandmother, so today you have reminded me of both my grand parents!
:-)
Daniel,
Thanks for Your positive reaction.
I am sure Your pilgrimage goes well.
And – best of luck, with Your story(stories) writing!
Love,
Liina
Hello
miro, tu fotografia y te veo a ti
A ti que no eres Tu..
te veo triste
¿y por que?
¿Si tanta gente esta contigo…?
Te sientes solo y es por que nadie te acompaña
Quieren cambiar tu vida
acaso no entieden?que,
no pueden cambiar tu vida, por mas que lloren y griten de angustia
solo pueden acompañarte en tu dolor..
compartir contigo tus vivencias….
Yo hace mucho me di cuenta de esto… tengo veinte años…
y desde los cuatro … he ido a visitar enfermos, por momentos pence que yo era la propia muerte que los visitaba…
vi..ante mi la muerte ya no recuerdo de cuantos hombre, mujeres ,niños y ancianos…
solo queda una y no la he ido a visitar…
recuerdo…a una tomandome mi mano y diciendome…
no quiero morir..sola… acompañame…
y Yo.. solo le dije… vamos..yo te acompaño..estare aqui…
y murio..aferrada a mi…
acompañar— eso es…
No estes triste… yo estoy lejos…
pero si quieres… yo te acompaño.. donde quiera que vayas…
solo… dime…
Miraba las estrellas esa noche como nunca antes las habia mirado,su extaciado corazon movio todo su ser y callo de rodillas al suelo,sintio todo a su alrededor.. los eucaliptos mover sus perfumadas hojas e imitar ese sonido particular que es como si fueran niños gritando,el olor a tierra humeda mojada por el rocio de el anocher, el sonido del rio.. todo hacia una mezcla perfecta de sinfonias.
Sus pies dezcalzos…
Era la ultima noche de su vida,en donde por fin encontro el sentido de todo y el por que de todo,esa noche al caer de rodillas ante tanta maravilla que al estar aferrado a una vida que no era la suya , si no que simplemente la habia robado ,no habia generado en el un gran recogimiento a pesar de sus años de vida…
Paso su vida en una pelicula viendo los momentos desperdiciados y cuantas veces paso por ese lugar y cuantas veces desperdicio mirar las estrellas , quizas si las ubiera mirado antes se decia..
Vio esa noche todo lo que no disfruto, todo lo que aparto , todo lo que desperdicio…y al verlo esa noche decidio morir,,,estaba decidido..
Se levanto y decidio morir al salir el sol,, mientras esparcia la tierra en sus manos y cara , aparece ente el el SOL…QUE LO ILUMINA Y ENCANDILA TODO…
Callo al suelo… y en ese momento murio…para nacer denuevo…y todo lo que se habia propuesto..de ese dia en adelante comenzo a ocurrir..
Amo a mi marido, porque es una buena persona en todo el sentido de la expresión: sensible, compasivo, solidario, capaz de perdonar, comprensivo, buen hijo, buen padre, buen amigo, buen compañero, buen yerno, buen esposo…
Amo a mi marido porque es un número uno. Gana mucho porque es insustituíble en su trabajo. Es un buen jefe, empático, y un lider, capaz de relacionarse con personas de todas las costumbres, culturas y clases sociales. Es, ante todo, responsable de sus actos.
Amo a mi marido porque es duro e inflexible cuando hay que serlo. Tiene una fuerza de voluntad sobrehumana y un sentido del deber incombustible. Trabajador incansable, con unos principios muy claros y la fe intacta. Es un defensor de la vida convencido.
Amo a mi marido porque me apoya, me motiva, me inspira. Porque es alegre, vital y optimista. Porque conserva todavía la inocencia de un niño en un cerebro privilegiado. Porque sabe manejar mis manías y mis ataques de melancolía. Porque ama la naturaleza. Porque sé que sería capaz de cualquier cosa por protegernos a mí y a nuestros hijos. Porque es todo para mí. Por eso no podría fijarme en otro: el listón está tan alto que resulta inalcanzable. Gracias por estar ahí. Para mí es el único hombre sobre la Tierra.
PORQUE LOS SAPOS SON FEOS?
NO SABE
porque esperan princesas
Well, let’s see…not everyone thinks they’re ugly:
“Do you know Drogo, the tanner’s apprentice? I can’t point him out to you, because he’d see me. He’s always staring at me. Many’s the time I’ve seen him peel off his hose to show me his legs – as if every frog I’ve ever put into a pie didn’t have better legs than his!”
This is a quote from the story “Nelly The Sniggler,” by Laura Amy Schlitz (see page 2 of the forum). Apparently, Nelly found frogs quite attractive, even exemplary. I suppose it is all a matter of perspective.
SEÑOR PAULO, MIS MAS SINCERAS FELICITACIONES POR SU CUMPLEAÑOS, SUS LIBROS SON EXCELENTES, EN ESPECIAL EL ALQUIMISTA QUE FUE EL PRIMER LIBRO DE USTED QUE LEÍ EL CUAL ME HISO REFLEXIONAR HACERCA DE MI DESTINO Y EL PONTENCIAL QUE TENGO. GRACIAS POR BRINDARNOS LA POSIBILIDAD DE TENER ESAS GRANDIOSAS LECTURAS.
New Love
by Firewerks
Soft as the springtime my love that is new
Warm is her river of Love coursing through
Her gentle sweet spirit swept down into mine
Mingling and mixing and roiling through time
So strong and deep this current it flows
Into our hearts, our passions, our souls
Two riverine paths now joined into one
Bursting up bubbling and rayed by the sun
Waft ever downward, the rivers so wind
Cooling, caressing , Loving to find
Merge of our spirits, setting hearts free
We’ll dance together, down to the sea
Entre as coisas mais lindas que eu conheci
Só conheci suas cores belas quando eu te vi
Entre as coisas bem-vindas que já recebi
Eu reconheci minhas cores nela e então me vi
Está em cima com o céu e o luar
Hora dos dias, semanas, meses, anos, décadas
E séculos, milênios que vão passar
Água-marinha põe estrelas no mar
Praias, baías, braços, cabos, mares, golfos
E penínsulas e oceanos que não vão secar
E as coisas lindas são mais lindas
Quando você está
Hoje você está
Onde você está
As coisas são mais lindas
Porque você está
Onde você está
Hoje você está
Nas coisas tão mais lindas
Meu amor, meu respeito e minha gratidão.
Ca
Hi,
Today I want to share my latest post with all WoL.
Hope the post put a smile on your face today!!
Who are we fooling?
The other day I read something that changed my day. I was amazed to realize once again the countless diverse ways the Universe use to tell us what we need to hear at the right time. All it is required is to pay attention, be present, open-minded and furthermore ready to laugh at oneself (if needed to).
That day I was down, feeling uneasy, discontent and what was more upsetting was the fact that I couldn’t figure out why. Therefore I decided to amuse myself by going through my emails, focusing on the funny ones as I was in an urgent need of a lift. So I came across the following tale from S. Holmes and Dr. Watson:
Sherlock Homes and Dr. Watson went camping for a few days. On the first night after a very good dinner and a fantastic bottle of wine they wished each other “Goodnight” and went on to sleep on their respective sleeping bags.
Hours later, Holmes awakes and with his elbow calls his friend, while asking:
- Watson, look at the sky and tell me what you see
- I see millions of stars
- So, what is that telling you? – asks Holmes
Watson thinks for a minute or so and completely decided to impress his friend with his great deductive skills he answers:
- From an astronomic point of view it indicates that there are millions of galaxies and therefore potentially billions of planets
Astrologically speaking, it indicates that Saturn is in conjunction with Leo
Chronologically I deduct that is approximately 3:15 am
Theologically I can see that God is omnipotent and that we are small and insignificant
Meteorologically I can guess that tomorrow we are going to have a beautiful sunny day
Watson then pauses and asks his friend
My dear Sherlock, what do you see?
After a short silence Holmes answered:
- Dear Watson you are foolish by the day. Our tent is gone, we have been robed!
I could not stop laughing up and loud for the next ten minutes, I found the joke fantastic and definitely uplifting. After that I was really feeling my usual self once again and therefore I started to think about the whole situation, imagining the two guys lying there on the open; one fully aware of what was going on while the other was lost on his own world.
I couldn’t stop relating this with life and the way we live it. Most of the time we are busy trying to do what is expected or what we had been told to do. Sometimes we know too much about facts, history, sciences, religions, etc but we don’t know about who we are and where are we standing. We put all our efforts on the attainment of success so we can impress our parents, family, friends, neighbors, bosses and any one that is around to notice. But we forget the most important: that the very last person we are impressing is ourselves!
So I toast to all the Sherlock Holmes of our life, the ones that are always there to remind us that we are only fooling ourselves and none else.
With love
Gabi
nice sharing gabi, i brought a laugh
tell me something what to do ! so Ok we are folling ourselves, but what is the way out then !
love
aditya
Oui ! Merci Gabriella ! Excellente blague ! J’ai beaucoup ri aussi ! Cela fait du bien de lire cela en début de journée ! En plus, il paraît que cela fait travailler les muscles du visage ! lol !
Je suis pour que vous nous écrivez d’autres blagues aussi drôles !
Merci encore. Marie.
HAHAHAHAHA!That is so funny and true!Thanks for that!:D
Happy birthday!
Your books have been literally one of my biggest inspirations for my art.
I absolutly love everything you are doing and how evident it is that you have found your path.
Praise, Sir.
Love,
J.Schay
Happy Birthday Paulo!
Here are some of my thoughts on the shamanism I practice. Maybe it will clearify it for those new to this.
Some people seem a little scared when I mention I walk the way of the Shaman, as if they think I would be some witch, cooking all kinds of potions on the stove… I thought I tell you a little about it coming from my knowledge and experience.
It’s all about perception, interaction and communication.
Everything is a thought. All kind of objects around you was once a thought before someone made an invention out of it. The dreamworld thus is the area where the intentions are lurking, waiting for someone to grasp and develop something out of.
We also agree that people often use each other as mirrors; whether it becomes a validation or a projection, it’s still a mirror on how you feel. Animals are even better mirrors as they have no Ego or agenda of their own, just instinctive emotions which usually manifests like pure fear or pure love.
Signs, like the ones I described below are just confirmations on my Now. What is. Same goes with tarot cards. I can’t help but secretly laugh at the gullible beliefs that the card themselves somehow would jump out of their box and speak to you. Come on! I have read and interpreted Tarot cards for both myself and others, for about 14 years. Through intuition and perception, the cards can visualize your current situation and a likely outcome from that situation. Now, if you change your current situation and for example make a different choice, then that may of course also alter the kind of consequences that will come with your action.
I believe in God, knowing man has put all sorts of different names on Source, that of course makes no difference at all. The Source is still there. When I first “woke up” and saw everything as it is, I just wanted to close my eyes again, not wanting to see what humans can be capable of. But Life doesn’t work that way. I see what you don’t.
I see myself as a part of the Eco-system, not above it, therefor I am in tune whenever I want to, to the Collective Heart and Consciousness. I do not give away my inner power to people, animals, plants or objects. That usually results in some struggles and conflicts with humans because everything in our lives is a battle for energy and power. When people, like government agencies and society at large, try to control me, they of course can weaken my body and even hurt my soul, but they can never weaken my spirit if I don’t allow them to. Instead I focuse on cooperation and resilience. I don’t take down trees – I make them grow. And so I become a Peace Walker – a Shaman.
In addition to that, I see everything as lessons for me to grow, as everything communicates and interacts with each other in some ways. Certain people have certain talents. Certain animals have certain abilities. They show and tell and I learn.
And for those who remember my last entry here – I am going to try to move to the US and give myself some better soil to grow in… Thank you all for your support!
Blessings,
/Alexandra
hi dear Alexandra
I love your post and I also intend to practice in Druid that as I can see is very near to shamanism,can you tell me if they are the same or not of if you have any info about it?
Shaparak
Hi Alexandra,
may u find the right soil for your optimum growth there in USA.
talking of samams & witches – why do people get afraid when spoken about these. in his witch of portebello paulo tried to show the witch story from another perspective.
why is fear associated with these ?
love
aditya
MAS VALE TARDE QUE NUNCA
FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS DON SEÑOR PAULO COELHO , ES EL MEJOR ESCRITOR PORQUE SABE DE QUE MANERA LLEGAR AL PUBLICO CON UNA, DIRIA YO DELICADA ESPIRITUALIDAD Y SUTILIDAD PARA INVITARLO A SOÑAR .
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU……… AND I HOPE SOME DAY MEET YOU IN PERSON .
I ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH
MY BEST WISHES AND THAT CELEBRATE MORE AND MORE BIRTHDAYS.
How was your birthday Paulo!
What did you do/ how did you celebrate?
;o)
Ilustre Paulo Coelho.
Desejamoa que esta data se repita por muitos e muitos anos, porque a sua estrela brilha e ilumina o caminho da cultura por este mundo afora, alegrando e beneficiando muita gente que admira sua inteligência e seu trabalho.
Parabéns pelo seu aniversário.
Messias
Hola!! Muchas felicidades Paulo!!Dios te bendiga siempre, se feliz!!!! Un afectuoso abrazo.
Angela
Muchas Felicidades desde España:
Le deseo lo mejor en el día que por primera vez el mundo le vio nacer. Que cumpla muchísimos más, para poder seguir disfrutando del amor a sus libros y sus lectores.
SALUDOS
Muitas felicidades a você Paulo Coelho,além de grande escritor pessoa especial.Convido vc a conhecer nosso novo cantor e compositor carioca,www.marciolocal.com trazendo o samba rock,soul do jeito que todos gostamos de ouvir.Abraços.
wishes for many many more nice years of true freedom in the heart to you Paulo and all warriors!
More than 100,000 signatures have been added to the fight against cancer after Lance Armstrong ‘s Tour de France.
The Dublin Summit will end in three days and Livestrong Action is asking for 10,000 signatures . This will enable world leaders and research teams to spend resources to eradicate cancer.
I hope you will join us.
“Un mondo sin cancer, un mundo senza cancro, un monde sans cancer”
Thank you, grazie, gracias, merci
http://www.livestrongaction.org/fr/campaigns/spreadtheword
Happy Birthday Master ! La multi ani !
Thank you for your wonderfull books and for having the time to answer to your readers ! Bless you !
Dear Paulo,
Να ζήσεις Paulo
Και Χρόνια Πολλά
Μεγάλος να γίνεις
Με άσπρα μαλλιά
Παντού να σκορπίζεις
Της γνώσης το φως
Και όλοι να λενε
Να ένας σοφός
(A Greek Birthday Song)
Long may you live Paulo
And may you live many years
May you grow old
With white hair
May you spread out everywhere
The light of knowledge
And may everyone say
He is a wise man
With loving kindness,
Satora <3<3<3
Dear Paulo,
You are 62 now, Congratulations !
Happy Birthday and
may your undiscovered wishes come true,
Many of your wishes has come true,
Anyways, you have given wisdom and knowledge through,
Created Warrior of lights and many books
which will remain forever young,
You are 62 now, hope to see you making century too,
Happy Birthday,
Wish you great celebration and
Writer’s satisfaction in whatever you do,
Bless you and enjoy your new day,
They say,”Happy birthday”
God blesses you!
and
God bless you all !
My open-minded view of Paulo Coelho’s style of writing
The author puts the wisdom of the centuries into his heroes’ mouths. And he repeats this wisdom like a studied for him lesson. Practice makes perfect!
The plot does not play a big role. Fantasy and singularity are the main things in it.
The author has found a right way of writing. It is condensed, intriguing, and unobtrusive.
There is a capacious material in small works, what is nowadays very important for busy people and lazy readers.
Indisputably, Paulo Coelho is a Wizard. He has managed to make people feel, that the actions of the novels happen to them. Readers take to the process of studying involuntarily. They change and get experience together with the heroes of the novels. It incites them to a search…
It’s wonderful!!!
Keep it up!!!
MUITO OBRIGADO PELO CARINHO!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!
LOVE
PAULO, NOW 62 YEARS OLD…
Error!!! 62 years young…
With Love,
Ilva
Many many more dearest Paulo!
Thank you and Happy Birthday again!
Love and Kisses
Hello Mr Paulo Coelho
Happy birthday!!! Feliz Anniversario!!! Bon Anniversaire!!!
Wishing you a nice day in this special day.
En verdad Paulo, tus 62 años son muy hermosos. Que orgullo todo el contenido que llevan. Abrazo.
Dear Paulo,
I wish you a very happy birthday .
May you be blessed beyond all your expectations.
May the source of your inspiration never be exhausted,so you’ll continue to change our worlds and lifes with your wise and deep thoughts.
May your path always be enligthened by God’s light.
May Love and Happiness always be your fellows,Wisdom and Faith your closest and dearest friends.
And above all May you be blessed for sharing your precious gift with each one of us.You waterest our inspiration and transform our minds stamping forever your words in our hearts.
Thanks Paulo.
Love,
Dina
Que importa la edad, el espíritu es eterno y hay personas que son como los vinos, están mejor cuantos más tiempo pasa.
Un beso Paulo
HEY happy birthday again Paulo.
where has my previous message gone?
love Christina
Wishing you an happy birthday again!Have a nice time!
Love
Candie
Dear Paulo
I wish you all the love and happiness in the World on this very special day. Thank you for transforming the lives of mine and many millions of others.
Much Love
Alex
xxx
Happy Birthday Mr Coelho!
some week ago I was in La Cadière D’Azur, and I thought about you.
La Cadière is a wonderful village in The Provence, France, between Toulon and Marseille.
Like every year, I visited the church dedicated to St. Andrews, and I realized that at the end of the right aisle there is an altar dedicatet to St. Joseph, that I think you’ll find VERY INTERESTING, like all the curch (for a a Pilgrim of Tradition like you).
There is also the possibility to have wonderful home-cooking meal (only at midday) to the “bar central” (don’t miss the address)!
Love.
Cristina
Dearest Paulo…..
For all the rainbow hues you brig to our lives, here is a heartfelt gratitude and happiness for all u have done…..
Let this birthday be a celebration of yet another life, born anew and afresh….
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, MAY GOD BLESS YOU…..OH,I GUESS HE ALREADY HAS!
LOve
Saakshi
Here is a song for you Paulo, with much love.
Hope you like that one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2heYIL7PAjQ
Happy Birthday to You!
Wish you a wonderful happy time!
Thank you for everything.
Much much Love
Alexandra
Happy B-Day dear Paulo!!! wish u the best!
Brinda por muchos mas.
love
Gabi
For Paulo,
A song of birth, and rebirth:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VST2KKIYn50
Thank you for being around.
May you go on and on…and on….
With Deepest Gratitude,
Savita
Paulo, Happy Birthday! I hope you get to spend this whole week the way you want it. Thanks for the books and this blog.
You know what they say———-> The more candles, the bigger the wish.xxxx Happy Birthday Paulo ..Have a wonderful day ..Blessings Tania
Happy Birthday Paulo!
You are the guiding light when the hearts of fellow Warriors Of Lights are dimmed by doubts. Thanks for the guidance and blessings.
Happy Birthday! Thank you for your Simplicity!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULO!!!!
Wish it will be your best one ever.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyeff7z0hH4
Love and all my Admiration,
Heart
Hey, was a Romanian composer. thx Heart.
Beautiful Heart
Ei Paulo! Feliz aniversário! Que as bênçãos divina possam estar sempre elevando seu coração, sua alma e sua inspiração! Fiz uma homenagem pra vc no meu blog http://jornalivros.blogspot.com/
Fica com Deus e na paz!
Livro: a alma de cada escritor
Escrever sobre livros é um privilégio. É como falar de amor, do humano que habita em cada um de nós, do sutil, do eterno, do universo, dos encantos, da vida. É entrar, ou tentar entrar na alma de cada escritor, nas suas histórias, aventuras, desventuras, ódios e terror. É imaginar as idéias fluindo, se agregando com experiências, desejos, crenças e mistérios.
Antes da existência de cada livro, existe um processo de vida que impulsiona a mente, os dons, à determinação e o trabalho para se chegar finalmente a uma obra, nem sempre publicada. É ato de renuncia, das noites e dias molhados no suor dos abraços que não foram dados, dos olhares tantas vezes impedidos, do falar escasso. Os dedos percorrendo os teclados, ou em máquinas sobreviventes de um período ainda recente, ou quem sabe, nas canetas correndo fortemente as páginas soltas no espaço. Cada qual com sua imaginação ou realidades marcantes no tempo incerto da gente.
Escritores são, antes de tudo, anjos que nos conduzem a um mundo mirabolante, com formas, cores, choros, risos e amores estonteantes. Buscam pra nós o que há de mais sábio – o sonho. Assim, nos transportamos e vivemos uma vida que passa também a ser um pouco nossa. São capazes de nos fazer sentir personagens, ruelas, noites, espaços e famílias como se fossem as nossas.
Existem publicados inúmeros exemplares de livros em todo o mundo, com gostos variados para todo leitor. É a democracia da escolha. Não importa se é romance, poesia, biografia, ensaio, conto ou peça para teatro. Cada qual se encaixa em um ser com vontade de se deixar levar pelas mãos do escritor, através das palavras combinadas e ritmadas.
A cada livro lido, sensações variadas surgem – amor, ódio, indiferença. Alguns livros são incluídos na lista dos mais vendidos, outros sequer são conhecidos. Isso tudo muitas vezes independe da competência do autor ou do conteúdo qualificado das escritas. Muitas vezes é empatia, sorte, acaso ou meramente determinação do universo.
São muitos os escritores nacionais e internacionais habilidosos no trato com as palavras. Envolventes e perspicazes vão lapidando nossas faculdades psíquicas, intelectuais e morais até chegar à reta final, interrompendo ali um conduzir de afagos ou desdém.
Tenho prazer de ler Rubem Alves, professor Hermógenes, Philip Hoth, Adélia Prado, Paulo Coelho, Clarisse Lispector, Ziraldo, Graciliano Ramos, Fernando Veríssimo, Carlos Drumond, Cecília Meireles, Jorge Amado, Agatha Christie e tantos outros.
Hoje, faço aqui uma homenagem aos escritores do mundo através do Paulo Coelho (foto). O autor de livros como “O Diário de um Mago”, “As Valkírias”, “O Alquimista” já vendeu em todo o mundo mais de 100 milhões de exemplares e foi o autor mais vendido do mundo no ano de 2003 com o livro “Onze Minutos”. Recebeu em 2008 o prêmio “Guinness World Record” com “O Alquimista” pelo livro mais traduzido do mundo (67 idiomas). Paulo Coelho comemora amanhã, dia 24 de agosto, 62 anos. Parabéns ao brasileiro, escritor, blogueiro, artista, compositor e pacifista!
JOYFUL BIRTHDAY, DEAR PAULO!!!
MUCH LOVE FOR YOU!!!
Ilva
Hoje é dia de comemorar pois o mundo ficou mais lindo quando vc chegou ha 62 anos atras!!!
Feliz Aniversario Mestre!!!!
Que Deus continue o abençoando, te dando mta saude, mta paz e tudo de melhor!!!!
Pensarei muito em vc (como todos os dias)!
Meu amor, meu respeito e minha gratidão…
Ca
You were born 12:05 August 24th!
What a blessed day that was! What a gift to humanity you are!
You are a Blessing!
Thank you to your Mother and your Father for YOU!
LOVE YOU!
:DDD
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULO!
How can we ever give you all that you have given us!
I wish you a wonderful Beautiful time! now and always!
May all your Dreams come true, but you are The Alchemist,
The Master of Dreams! No doubt all your Dreams will come true!
Love you from the bottom of my heart!
I am blessed to have you in my life!
I Love you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULO!
Happy happy birthday DEAR PAULO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wish you a wonderful day, and many many more years full of joy and writing beautiful books… but mostly all the happyness in the WORLD!!!!!!!!
Much love, and a PINK birthday hug
Mariëlle
Enriquecedores todos os posts…amei seu Blog Paulo…sou sua seguidora no Twitter TB (@Cris_Camargo)!!
VC fará aniversário amanhã, dia 24/08…Parabéns!!! Desejo de todo meu coração muita saúde, felicidades, amor e sucesso!!! Bjos doces;*;*;*
“É a possibilidade de ver um sonho realizado que torna a vida interessante.”
by Paulo Coelho
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