Archives for December 2013

A orillas del rí­o Piedra me senté y lloré (audiolibro )

The “pirate” Brida (audiobook)

I just found the file above. It contains the full audiobook of “Brida”
Many people from the book industry will say: “this is a pirate copy, and you should denounce it”.
I prefer to say: “people are basically honest, and if they have a chance to glimpse its content and like it, they will pay”
So this is our deal: if you listen to more than 10 min, please buy the book. Nobody is watching, but I trust you
You can buy it below
iTUNES (iPad and iPhone)



Update: Just read several comments of people who already have the book. It is my understanding that the deal is done, they can listen to the audiobook. That said, I must stress again that I have no copyright of the audiobook

The time between sowing and harvesting

Do not try to make the road shorter, but travel it in such a way that every action leaves the land more fertile and the landscape more beautiful.

Do not try to be the Master of Time. If you pick the fruit you planted too early, it will be green and give pleasure to no one.
If, out of fear or insecurity, you decide to put off the moment of making the Offering, the fruit will have rotted.
Therefore, respect the time between sowing and harvesting.

And then await the miracle of the transformation.
Until the wheat is in the oven, it cannot be called bread.
Until the words are spoken, they cannot be called a poem.
Until the threads are woven together by the hands of the person working them, they cannot be called cloth.

When the moment comes to show others your Offering, they will be amazed and will say to each other: ‘There is a successful man, because everyone wants the fruits of his labours.’

No one will ask what it cost to produce those fruits, because anyone who does his work with love fills his creation with such intensity that it cannot be perceived by the eyes.
Just as an acrobat flies easily through the air, with no apparent effort, success, when it comes, seems the most natural thing in the world.

Meanwhile, if anyone did dare to ask, the answer would be: I considered giving up, I thought God was no longer listening to me, I often had to change direction and, on other occasions, lost my way. Despite everything, though, I found it again and carried on, because I was convinced there was no other way to live my life.

I learned which bridges should be crossed and which should be burned.

Duomo de Milano, 23 Oct 2013

30 sec leitura: a brasa solitária

Juan ia sempre aos servií§os dominicais de sua congregaí§í£o. Mas comeí§ou a achar que o pastor dizia sempre as mesmas coisas, e parou de frequentar a igreja.

Dois meses depois, em uma fria noite de inverno, o pastor foi visitá-lo.
“Deve ter vindo para tentar convencer-me a voltar”, pensou Juan consigo mesmo. Imaginou que ní£o podia dizer a verdadeira razí£o: os sermíµes repetitivos.
Precisava encontrar uma desculpa, e enquanto pensava colocou duas cadeiras diante da lareira, e comeí§ou a falar sobre o tempo.

O pastor ní£o disse nada.

Juan, depois de tentar inutilmente puxar conversa por algum tempo, também calou-se.
Os dois ficaram em silíªncio, contemplando o fogo por quase meia-hora.

Foi entí£o que o pastor levantou-se, e com a ajuda de um galho que ainda ní£o tinha queimado, afastou uma brasa, colocando-a longe do fogo.
A brasa, como ní£o tinha suficiente calor para continuar queimando, comeí§ou a apagar. Juan, mais que depressa, atirou-a de volta ao centro da lareira.

“Boa noite”, disse o pastor, levantando-se para sair.

“Boa noite e muito obrigado”, respondeu Juan. “A brasa longe do fogo, por mais brilhante que seja, terminará extinguindo rapidamente.
“O homem longe dos seus semelhantes, por mais inteligente que seja, ní£o conseguirá conservar seu calor e sua chama. Voltarei í  igreja no próximo domingo.”

When we dance, we are free

When we dance, we are free. To put it better, our spirit can travel through the universe, while our body follows a rhythm that is not part of the routine.

In this way, we can laugh at our sufferings large or small, and deliver ourselves to a new experience without any fear.

While prayer and meditation take us to the sacred through silence and inner pondering, in dance we celebrate with others a kind of collective trance.

They can write whatever they want about dancing, but it is no use: you have to dance to find out what they are talking about.

Dance to the point of exhaustion, like mountain-climbers scaling some sacred peak. Dance until, out of breath, our organism can receive oxygen in a way that it is not used to, and this ends up making us lose our identity, our relation with space and time.

Of course we can dance alone, if that helps us to get over our shyness. But whenever possible, it is better to dance in a group, because one stimulates the other and this ends up creating a magic space where all are connected in the same energy.

To dance, it is not necessary to learn in some school; just let our body teach us – because we have danced since the darkest times, and we never forget that.


The art of the blow

Of all the ways we have found to hurt ourselves, the worse has been through love.
We are always suffering because of someone who doesn’t love us,
or someone who has left us,
or someone who won’t leave us.
If we are alone, it is because no one wants us

The Warrior of Light holds the sword in his hands. He is the one who decides what he is going to do, and what he will not do in any circumstances.

There are moments when life leads him to a crisis: he is forced to divorce himself from things he has always loved.
Then the Warrior reflects.
He assesses whether he is fulfilling God’s will or if he is acting through egoism.

If separation is really the path he must follow, he accepts it without complaining.
However, if this separation is provoked by the perversity of others, then he implacable in his answer.

The Warrior possesses the art of the blow and the art of forgiveness. He knows how to use both with equal skill.

taken from Warrior of the Light: a Manual

1o sec reading: A man made a promise

A man made a promise to carry a cross to the top of a mountain if a certain wish of his were satisfied.

God granted him what he asked for. He had the cross made, and set out on his climb. After a few days he found that the cross weighed more than he had reckoned – and borrowed a saw to cut off a good section of the wood.

On reaching the top of the mountain he noticed that – separated by a gulf – there was another mountain.

Over on the other side, everything was peace and tranquility; but he needed a bridge to get over there. He tried to use the cross – but it was a bit too short.

And then he realized that the piece he had cut off was exactly what was missing to enable him to cross the abyss.

The road to Santiago (subtitulos en Espanol)


This journey inspired my first book, THE PILGRIMAGE


Happy Journey, Madiba! (PORT, ENG)

June 2010, Nelson Mandela returns to his cell

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.
It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger.
Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement. Only free men can negotiate; prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
Your freedom and mine cannot be separated. There is no such thing as part freedom

When the water starts boiling it is foolish to turn off the heat.

sentences by NELSON MANDELA ( 1918 – 05 Dec 2013


Nada mais importante que voltar a um lugar onde nada mudou, para descobrir o que vocíª conseguiu transformar.
Educaí§í£o é a arma mais poderosa para transformar o mundo. Liberdade ní£o é apenas retirar as correntes dos outros, mas também viver com respeito pelos direitos daqueles que agora estí£o livres.
Se vocíª conversar com alguém em uma linguagem que esta pessoa possa compreender, ele pensará no que vocíª disse. Se vocíª utilizar a lí­ngua desta pessoa, neste caso tocará seu coraí§í£o.
Se pretende estar em paz com seu inimigo, convide-o para trabalharem juntos. A partir daí­, ele será seu companheiro.
A melhor lideraní§a é aquela que permite aos outros caminharem diante de vocíª no momento de uma vitória. Caminhe na frente só em momentos de perigo.
Que a liberdade possa reinar. O sol nunca se píµe quando conseguimos algo importante. Só homens livres podem negociar; prisioneiros ní£o conseguem.
Ní£o existe qualquer paixí£o quando se pensa pequeno, escolhendo uma vida menos interessante do que aquela que poderia ser vivida.
A sua liberdade e a minha liberdade estí£o unidas. Ní£o existe algo chamado “meio livre”.

Quando a água comeí§a a ferver, é meio idiota desligar o fogo.

frases de NELSON MANDELA ( 1918 – 05 Dec 2013

Nothing in life is constant

For the longest time I had tunnel vision and expected life to be a certain way. I studied my failures until I lost sight of my successes.
I surrendered my dreams to feel a sense of comfort.

Obviously, I was very lost.

I began to turn things around about a decade ago when my stubborn habits led me into a chaotic argument with Angel.
As we both stared at each other through tears, she said, “Marc, you are the enemy – your enemy. It’s your choices. I can’t sympathize any longer.
You can choose differently if you want to, but you have to want to. Please want to!” And after some extensive soul-searching, lots of reading, a little sabbatical, and continuous support from a loving wife and a few close friends, I learned to choose differently and eventually found myself again.

I tell you this because I know you struggle with similar inner demons – occasionally we all do. Sometimes our thoughts and routine choices are our biggest enemies. Which is why I want to remind you to beware of…

Your expectation of constant contentment.

Nothing in life is constant.
There is neither absolute happiness nor absolute sadness. There are only the changes in our moods that continuously oscillate between these two extremes.

At any given moment we are comparing how we currently feel to how we felt at another time – comparing one level of our contentment to another.
In this way, those of us who have felt great sadness are best able to feel heightened feelings of happiness after we emotionally heal.
In other words, happiness and sadness need each other. One reinforces the other. Humans must know misery to identify times of elation.

The key is to focus on the good. May you live each moment of your life consciously, and realize that all the happiness you seek is present if you are prepared to notice it. If you are willing to appreciate that this moment is far better than it could have been, you will enjoy it more for what it truly is.

post written by: Marc Chernoff . To read the full page, CLICK HERE