When I received a cherry red dress from Istanbul, for a long time I could not understand its meaning — I truly needed some magic potion…

…Going to kiss a teatray in the sky! :) Good night!

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(…) In a place born from the ashes, a man with two gold teeth prepares a magic potion on nights when he feels like doing this. This potion has the gift of exorcizing evil spirits, and obeys a ritual where fire, water, earth and air are invoked. (…) Pick up a stone.

2nd Oct 2006: I ‘picked up’ my Stone with the sign I.H.S. (In Hoc Signo; In This Sign Ye Will Conquer…); met a man who gave me a magic potion “Drink me!” and revealed a secret of his two gold teeth — Strength and Justice (truth in action) — Aleph and Bet…

Since I was not afraid of changes, I drank the old man’s magic potion…

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Twinkle, twinkle, little bAt!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!

Love & Warm greetings from Borges!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Coat_of_arms_of_Argentina.svg

I’ve just completed reading ‘The Zahir’ – with much pleasure, thank you – and the concept of the ‘acomodador’ made me particularly curious.
Now I’m amused to find an apparent divergency between your blogtexts in English, Spanish and Portuguese.
While the ‘feiticeiro’ and the ‘hechicero’ try to overcome their own accomodating point, the witchdoctor aims at healing us, reviewing ‘our life’.
Do you think your english readers need more healing than those who read other languages?
Please elucidate!

Amara e viver com uma pessoa por tantos anos, mais de 30, como vc menciona, é um exercício incessante de amor, controle e aprendizado.
O amor Eros entre dois seres humanos é uma das formas mais lindas de aprendizado do Amor de Deus.
Difícil, mas vale a pena.

Que Deus abençoe muito vc e sua mulher!

Bjos, guerreiro, Deus te ilumine!

A young soul with a young heart, just like my mother. I levitate towards your positivism, now I understand.

Love

Monica

For me it was a severe dissapoint in love. Losing the love of your life may do that to one. I’ve still grew though after that. There were periods of extreme spiritual development and periods of darkness. Nothing out of the ordinary. But after one also in the text above described victory, something happened. I’ve decided to let go and am now in stand still situation. I am entirely aware of that and know that even without a witch doctor I’ll come out of it.

But indeed, love, can be a tragedy, not only a bearer of good news, but also of sorrow. Duality in it’s most cruelest form. I do still believe in love though.
Because we must not forget that most of the time it’s human nature standing in the way of love.
Romeo and Julia is a tragedy created by human hand, not by love. A thing which is not mentioned in the text, but which I think is very true.

It’s the easy way out to think that love is completely fated. We have our say in it. We make decisions. Only in love the scars left behind by making the wrong ones are that much deeper. And making the right one could give you bliss till the end of your days. We have to carry responsibility for our own decisions in love, because most of the time they also involve another human being. And some of them will shape the rest of your and another’s life.

Listen to your heart. And never let yourself get in the way of great love.

Blessings,

Ava

Uma dica: se não deu certo sair pela porta, tente pelas janelas.

Love
Alex x

I really relate to this ‘accomodating point’..
mine i can identify. perhaps i’ll have to look for one of these witchdoctors!
It does seem that we are led to believe that growth is exponential and yet in practice we are ‘led’ along marked lines, boundaries, targets… for which we can then say “we lived and thrived”.
But none of these markers ever meant much after i experienced my ‘accomodating point’. Frankly, many of those markers i saw as superficial and inconsequential.

CONGRATULATIONS AND RESPECT TO YOU MR .COELHO FOR GREATEST SUCCESS IN LIFE –GREAT CAREER AND WHAT IS EVEN GREATER – BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR WIFE .
“CLONING CONFUCIUS “: “IF YOU WANT CONSTANT HAPPINESS ,YOU MUST CHANGE ALL THE TIME…”"
BUT HOW TO CHANGE ,AND WHO IS “RESPONSIBLE” FOR OUR CHANGING

»WE CAN LOOK OVER OUR LIFE ON TWO DIFFERENT WAYS:

WE CAN PRETEND OURSELVES THAT MIRACLES DO NOT EXIST AT ALL.

E = M.C2

BUT IT IS POSSIBLE TO SEE MIRACLES EVERYWHERE IN EVERYTHING..«
(ALBERT EINSTEIN, NOBEL PRIZE WINNER FOR PHYSICS

M = 1$ + 11C + 100%B

MIRACLE = 1 DOLLAR + ELEVEN CENT + ..BELIEF OF A CHILD
(LITTLE CHILD TESS)

» HOW MUCH DOES A MIRACLE COST?«
Asked a little girl Tess

( BY MYLA OKINARI from Japan)

The little Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even the total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to Rexall s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was to busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scruffing noise. Nothing…..Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it !
»And what do you want ?«the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I am talking to my brother from Chicago whom I have not seen in ages ,«he said without waiting for a replay to his question.
»Well, I want to talk to you about my brother, »Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.
He is really, really sick…and I want to buy a Miracle«.
»I beg your pardon ?«said the pharmacist.
»His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says »only a Miracle can save him now, so how much does a miracle cost?«
»We do not sell miracles here, little girl I am sorry but I can not help you ,«the pharmacist said,softening a little.
»Listen ,I have the money for pay for it. If it is not enough ,I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.«
The pharmacist brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl,«what kind of a Miracle does your brother need?«
I do not know,«Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he is a relly sick and Mommy says he needs an operation .But my Daddy can not pay for it, so I want to use my money.«
»How much do you have ?«asked the man from Chicago.
»One dollar and eleven cents,«Tess answered barely audibly.
»And it is all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.«
»Well ,what a coincidence ,«smiled the man »A dollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a Miracle for little brother.«
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said »Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let s see if I have the Miracle you need.«
That well dressed man was Dr.Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it was not long until brother of little girl Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
»That surgery,«her Mom whispered »was a Real Miracle .I wonder how much it would have cost?«
Tess smiled.
She knew exactly how much a Miracle cost –one dollar and eleven cents…
.Plus the Faith of innocent ,loving ,little child.

In our lives ,we never know how many Miracles we will need..But we should be learning from litttle Tess…If we would like that Miracle happen to us ,we should be faithful, innocent and loving ,like a little Tess.
A Miracle is not the suspension of naturel law ,but the operation of a higher law –law of God ,law of Love…

…
I BELIEVE THAT ONLY LOVE LEADS US TO OUR CHHANGING….
IT JUST HAPPENS UNEXPECTEDLY ,LIKE IN THIS CASE …

BEST REGARDS AND RESPECT
ROMANO

“

I guess we are creatures of investment… [well, for most of us, who aren't nomadic anyhow].
We settle in order to achieve security. We live by rules and laws we can understand and obey.

When change comes along, so many times it is like some extreme revolution.
Is this not completely against the grain and how most humans have adapted in order to survive?
So, of course… change is viewed with suspicion, caution… some accepting it, others refusing.

This seems the way, anyhow, in so many cases of life events.

Blessings to all.

When i first saw the play i thought ‘hey -why doesn’t Romeo call Juliet by her name?’ Then i realized he wasn’t in love with her yet, but with another girl still. Undying love – Romeo pledged on stage. Then he saw another girl and forgot all about his undying love, and the next one was called Juliet. And again he came on with the undying love pledges…..

Juliet had to live up to a lot of expectations, – born into a position in society that doesn’t allow a girl much freedom she felt treated as an object by her father. Her father had arranged a marriage for her. Stubborn as she was and determined to show them all she was someone to take into account too.
She gotten all mixed up with her young admiror by then. Had she been allowed any contact with men she would have known he was nothing but a Romeo, – someone who loves all the girls. She would have had at least a little experience with the nature of such men.
Then Romeo had his temper tantrum that led to the fatal accident of Julia nephew. Instead of standing up for his deed he fearded blood revenge, the old an eye for an eye principle. He could have gone to see a judge, he could have stood up for what he had done, but he didn’t! Instead he fled.
And poor innocent Juliet dreaded the upcoming marriage she hadn’t chosen for, so she fled as well. Afraid as they both were, death seemed an easier solution than facing their angry parents….

i just don’t see where the love is in that play, must be me…….

Take care and wish you wisedom in your battle, courage, guidance, lights on your path.

Love, Jojo.

Change…risk more.
Nature is like that; the sky is not the same every day.
Two men that I spoke with, said they enjoy the comfort and security that marriage offers. Noticed that it was normal for men where I grew up to tease each other after a few months of marriage, because the newlywed males would often gain weight (not seen as an asset for a woman to do likewise). This was a sign that ‘marriage is being good to you’.

From first living on my own, would rearrange the furniture around in rooms, or change my hair. This is viewed as a woman’s shortcoming, wanting change.

Now, Rumi comes to mind -’Love is a Stranger’. These ideas, along with some of Gibran’s writings, are so different than the culture I knew, where romance or poetry reading by a man, is rare. But these works make my soul fly high!

I used to wonder if my ancestors were happy couples, or had joy. Life was about survival; they worked hard and needed each other. Times and even trends have changed a lot since the mid 70′s. Yet, feeling soulfully married and the experience of raising children together, was something that I/we thrived in, for a few years.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iPpgyEh8WM&feature=fvw

Now? I see there are many creative ways to love and express love. A gift.

Thank you Paulo and everyone. Enjoyed reading all of the comments and watching the music videos!

Love to All, Happy Valentine’s Day to all that celebrate. Jane : )

Love, Jane : )

The last months of 2009 i spent in limbo, feeling dreary and worn out, undressed of passion and fire. Growing more tired by the day.
Then something happened and now i am wide awake again, vibrant with a cause.
It is just a little cause, nothing big, nothing that you would read about in the newspapers, but to me it means a lot because it takes me past the point of comfort. i have to either stand for my believes or for my security.
Now security is an issue, i got my house and heard to protect so to say. On the other hand i want to use my expertise and knowledge and protect what i believe in. Now this sounds big, but is it?
For the last few years i have chosen to work for public projects that make our city a better place: greener, friendlier, safe for children with gardens and parks to play and learn about nature. Now the same organization i work for has decided to close down school gardens: the very same school gardens my daughter learns that vegetables grow from seeds instead of come from a factory. Where hundreds and hundreds of children have shrieked at worms and proudly cooked their own vegetable soup.
Now i have to choose between acting and more or less biting the hand that feeds me, or remaining silent and hope it will all turn out to the best without interfering. i know organizations that could help the children, i know the journalists and the politicians, i could make a difference. i also know how to organize a hype and could easily use my experience to get together a broad platform. But will i?
Am i brave enough to suffer the consequences?
The worst case scenario on one side of the scale is that i loose my job. The worst case scenario on the other side is that i won’t respect myself anymore. In the middle is feeling alive and happy, being respected for standing up for my beliefs and saving those darned gardens.

Immobility is not an option, is it. Nothing will remain as it was, Change comes one way or the other.

Beleive that there are people(like me)who would like to have and are looking to find those “accommodating points”…Have changed the way living,have changed the city of living,have changed the woork,have changed some of friends,have changed sometimes also my wife for some different eleven minutes and of course looks that I have changed myself….