Of all that we are, only one part is visible to others. You have to be attentive to understand, to feel, what goes behind the various covers we wear. Transparency is not as translucent as water. Not because we intend to deceive someone, but simply because in this world so self-centered, we have to use subterfuge to protect ourselves.
Gabriel during his long life was a lover of the eternal feminine, the Woman was always for him a perdition. As a young man, many young women passed through his life, many were slender, over the years he learned to curb this insatiable desire for the conquest of women's love, for the pursuit of perfection. He used to say that the Perfect Woman was a summation of all the women of the Earth, possibly an excuse to continue to venture into the conquest of the eternal feminine. He married several times, and in his midlife he realized that this diversity and passions were destroying the conception of love that he had been searching for since childhood. This frequency of love and dismay had destroyed the magic and the essence of what true love was for Gabriel. He had often wondered if it would be a psychological affair/problem, his obsession with the woman, he even consulted a psychologist, but couldn't find a logical explanation for this huge pendency for the desire for conquest in the feminine. He decided to accept himself as he was, and he was reluctant to continue on the clinical side, because the doctor/psychologist was a temptation for himself, that cost a lot to come around. As the years passed, he began to convince himself that only in the world of imagination could he design and build an relationship with which he always dreamed. Real life was too possessive, and all the women who had come across him had something that did not fit his notion of perfect love, or because they were mostly possessive, some because they did not like his gender, others were unattainable, but in general there was always something that ran from the motives for which he had fallen in love with them.
Hay historias que nacen para no ser contadas, esta fue una de ellas. Almas de mundos completamente opuestos que trataron de encontrarse en medio de la nada. Lo que pudo haber sido no fue porque lo que permitimos ser no fue más allá de las ideas preconcebidas y basadas en las apariencias que no siempre son lo que parecen. Una historia sin historia, un cuento sin nada para contar en prosa poética.
Every time there is a time to be, to disperse and dream. It has been this way; it is this way, in this eternity that took us apart and this moment brought us together again, into each other’s arms, filling the immortality with ancient spirituality, with wisdom of the Goddess, with the experience of one lover who lost himself just to find you.
And then it came the time for silence; it had to come one day, because too many words disorders the mind, too much talking exhausts your head, overwhelm your senses and strays you from what's essential. I know that I attempted to run, that I couldn't accept loneliness and the absence of noise. I struggled to keep myself among others, to be like them, to have lots of friends, to go to lots of parties and feel lots of joy, but that was not who I was. I was a tiny, quiet person, who always wanted to be on their own, shut into their own world, in silence, hidden inside their own brain. I never had the hang for being public, even though I had such ability for argumentation. When I first started in the political arts, I felt uncomfortable with all the lies, the need for constantly being under the sight of the people, under the scrutiny of others; I was never into being scrutinized. Not sure if it's for fear, although, yes, I've always been afraid of everything, of being wimpy, of not being as good as the others. I always use others in a comparative way, after all, that's the way it is, we're always pointing out differences between ones and others, fighting to surpass the others instead of helping each other. In sum, a young one with inferiority complexes can only grow into an adult filled with insecurity, who, besides their obstinacy for an independent life and paying your own bills, has left behind a few fragilities which, apparently, weren't so evident though equally serious; as serious as those of who could not be in charge of building a solid, stable life.
Spirituality shall be transversal to all races, communities and civilizations, because in it, lays all hope that life is not just a meaningless moment besides genetic heritage received from our ancestors. Because all creeds are based on the same principles, I believe that there is a single entity for all, one single faith that guides the common sense and lead us to believe.
Because life will never be a straight line and there are moments that it swings, rises and falls, wavers. What seems to be predestined can change the course completely. Based on reality, the author tells a fictioned story that gets lost in time and the memories whose were there. A tale where the youth innocence is mixed with maturity of those who have went through the hardships of life.
For life is not solely a path of multiple choices, and the thought is not restricted to logical analysis, this book aims to be a moment of introspection in which emotion and reasoning walk hand in hand towards infinity. Life is a moment in which the soul materializes within a body so it can touch, it's the option of being mortal, for a fleeting moment, the vertigo of being natural, of being a lover. The enigma is always a trump for those who know its solution! It is in the silence that we discover the voice of the soul. It is with closed eyes that we find the path within ourselves. It is in words, full of meanings, that I set free the voice of the soul. Walking with our eyes closed we can listen better to the sounds of our footsteps. There is beyond the body an immense plain where we can sow the senses erecting the forests that will shelter us. The journey of the soul is the path we must thread to reach eternity. In this crossway of senses, we are the choice, paths that lead us to the fullness of the desires we keep deep within us. The eternal light is the one which lights the way which we should lead our footsteps to, without it we are blind and walking by chance. Time disseminates, it doesn't restrict. The body should not be an object of love, but merely a complement. Love is an intense feeling that only the immense soul can support, the body fits inside it, drowns in it.
Life is a place of learning, knowing how to receive what you have to give us and realizing what you want to teach us is to be debugging the essentials of what is merely an accessory. Let us learn to listen so that we can teach later. Life is a place of learning, knowing how to receive what you have to give us and realizing what you want to teach us is to be debugging the essentials of what is merely an accessory. Let us learn to listen so that we can teach later.
Chance or coincidence devises an encounter where two worlds collide to create a point in time. Everything until that moment ceased to exist as it once was. Love does not choose places or shapes; it shows itself when we least expect it and overwhelms us.
Life is much more than a body, much more than a time, not empty with death, not born in one day. Life happens every time, transcends space-time and spills beyond the physical, so nothing worth taking it for granted, trying to hold it to a single moment, because in essence life is free and runs through the fingers of those who want to confine it. Eva is not only the woman, the first or any other, it is teaching, it is feeling, deep rooted and grounded in true origin of one. Eva loves to depth as the Mother, with the intensity of the lover and the purity of a daughter.
A book with small thoughts about life, spirituality and society. The end of the path is the place where we despoil ourselves of our bodies and receive the wings that finally will make us fly towards infinity. In the sea of dreams sail caravels of angels that blow their charms on the sails. Feel the breeze that strokes your hair.
I know that, even though you don't see me, you feel me, I realize it when you smile gently looking at the infinite, and I stand there in front of you, like a breath of wind, caressing your face. I prefer to be like this, incorporeal, volatile as time, void, because then you can fill me each day with your essence. I like to be air, so that you can breathe me in and I can infiltrate inside your body, where I transform into vital energy, and I go down the path to your immortal soul. At night, when all is dark and your eyes close, I read your thoughts, not those that are common to everyday life, but those that come from deep within the ocean that surrounds you, from that universe in which you pulsate in the same frequency of my soul. I spend hours watching you sleep, inducing dreams in you, recreating in you enchanted places and flowers that I plant in the hidden garden of your being, as if blindly tattooing the immaculate skin of that body which doesn't belong to me. De querer ser tudo, corpo, alma e vida, acabei morrendo nessa tentativa de me fazer matéria em tuas mãos, de tentar ser homem na tua vida. Fui-me dissipando, como a névoa ao romper do dia, para ser apenas um anjo que te guarda, profundamente na alma. Because I wanted to be everything, body, soul and life, I ended up dying in this attempt to make myself matter in your hands, in trying to be man in your life. I dissipated, like mist in the break of day, only to become an angel that guards you, deep in the soul.
Why For what reason for the tree to grow we need first to plant a seed. For what reason to have the fruit it is necessary to flower. For what reason to bloom we need to water first. For what reason to have leaves it is necessary to be covered with light, it only makes sense, that to dream, and believing, day after day, year after year, we are now, sitting in to the shade to this tree that we sowed so far behind, that we cared for, we trim and we made grow. Beliving that we could be a tress, flower and bear fruit, give shade and peace it is like dreaming and making sure that one day we will be a forest To Graça with love.
Where do we go when we don't know which path to take? Why do pains intertwine with the skin and wounds open with our own fingers? What lessons do we learn and which ones do we refuse to learn? There is a universal duality that always presents us with choices and many contradictions. This paradoxical way of being divides us between being or not being, doing or not doing, accepting or rejecting who we truly are. The texts I present here express joy and sadness, the exaltation of pleasure and discontent. It's all a paradox, as the one who feels oscillates from the mountaintop to the depths of the ocean in mood swings and misguided decisions, making both right choices and mere illusions to sustain life. This rollercoaster ride is what makes life what it is, a choice between common sense and the complete alternative of opposing what is commonly agreed upon, living in these paradoxes.
This book tells the story of Ian, a Celtic druid who falls in love with a young woman. The book tells the story of young Ian's apprenticeship to become a druid, along the way he meets Astrid, a young woman who turns to Ian to help her heal. During this process the druid discovers that Astrid is not exactly who he thought she was ...
QUIMBANDA MAGIC SPELLS, THE SECRETS OF AFRO-BRAZILIAN SPIRITUALISM, THE FIFTH KINGDOM OF THE SOULS, No.5. Spells of Enhancement of Psychic Awareness & Spiritual Communication.
QUIMBANDA RELIGION, THE SECRETS OF AFRO-BRAZILIAN MAGIC, SPELLS & RITUALS. A great introduction book about the Afro-Brazilian magical religious tradition of Quimbanda. An excellent handbook for beginners to learn about the powerful spiritual realm of the Holy Quimbanda Trinity and the Seven Quimbanda Kingdoms. This book contains the Quimbanda religious history. Learn how to do spells & rituals of the Spirit Exu and the female Spirit Pomba Gira. This book contains the complete ritual instructions of how to do a very powerful Seven Day Quimbanda Ritual for protection, luck, money, health, fame, fortune, escaping legal problems and to triumph over your enemies.
The following Quimbanda ceremonial magic book is a complete ritual about how to invoke the powers of "Divine Justice" of the powerful Spirit Exu as delivered to me by the Highest of all Angels, Exu Maioral. All of the following sacred rituals and ceremonies should be followed exactly as they are presented here in this book if you want to experience the spiritual benefits of the Afro-Brazilian religious tradition known as Quimbanda. I hope that your spiritual journey into the religious mysteries of Quimbanda will be as enjoyable and positive as they have been for me over the past years. Children of Nzambi, I present to you, The Grand Quimbanda Ritual to Invoke the Spirits of Divine Justice - THE DIVINE SWORD OF EXU.
QUIMBANDA MAGIC SPELLS, THE SECRETS OF AFRO-BRAZILIAN SPIRITUALISM, THE SIXTH KINGDOM OF THE LYRES, No.6. Spells of Love, Seduction, Lust & Gambling Success.
The best part about spiritual war is "revenge". All of the following Brazilian Quimbanda spells and rituals are real and authentic. I have personally used all of them over the past years to defeat and triumph over my occult enemies. All of the following spells and rituals should be followed exactly as they are presented here in this book if you want to see fast magical results and success. I hope that you enjoy them as I have over the past years of working in the world of Brazilian black magic in the "world of colored darkness". Lately, I have received a number of requests asking for help and guidance in relation to psychic or spiritual attacks. When I start to receive multiple requests on the same subject, it is time to write up what I know so that I can, I hope, help as many people as possible.
QUIMBANDA MAGIC SPELLS, THE SECRETS OF AFRO-BRAZILIAN SPIRITUALISM, THE THIRD KINGDOM OF THE FOREST, No.3. Spells to Escape Legal Situations, Law & Court.
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Antonio Machado, a school teacher and philosopher and one of Spain's foremost poets of the twentieth century, writes of the mountains, the skies, the farms and the sentiments of his homeland clearly and without narcissism: "Just as before, I'm interested/in water held in;/ but now water in the living/rock of my chest." "Machado has vowed not to soar too much; he wants to 'go down to the hells' or stick to the ordinary," Robert Bly writes in his introduction. He brings to the ordinary—to time, to landscape and stony earth, to bean fields and cities, to events and dreams—magical sound that conveys order, penetrating sight and attention. "The poems written while we are awake&…are more original and more beautiful, and sometimes more wild than those made from dreams," Machado said. In the newspapers before and during the Spanish Civil War, he wrote of political and moral issues, and, in 1939, fled from Franco's army into the Pyrenees, dying in exile a month later. When in 1966 a bronze bust of Machado was to be unveiled in a town here he had taught school, thousands of people came in pilgrimage only to find the Civil Guard with clubs and submachine guns blocking their way. This selection of Machado's poetry, beautifully translated by Bly, begins with the Spanish master's first book, Times Alone, Passageways in the House, and Other Poems (1903), and follows his work to the poems published after his death: Poems from the Civil War (written during 1936 – 1939).
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