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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Paulo Coelho's Blog - Latest Comments in The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelho.disqus.com/</link><description></description><atom:link href="https://paulocoelho.disqus.com/the_moment/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 21:36:13 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906563</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Hoping to watch this [Saturday] evening drove to two Asda stores; first informed me NOT available, second older staff-member had never heard of it, younger ‘it was on Bravo’ [I do NOT have Sky &amp;amp; Blu Ray is way-cheaper].&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Dateing</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 21:36:13 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906562</link><description>&lt;p&gt;just adding a website, another moment of change for me. Doing what makes me happy, so i can spread more happiness :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">jeeva</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 09:31:11 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906561</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The defining moment that entered my mind when watching you was the time I was kissed by an angel. I was taking a lot of hard drugs on a regular basis and was involved with a man who I was madly, madly in love with. I would have, at that time, done anything for him, anything with him, anything he said. I have never experienced anything like this love since or previously (it was actually at this time that a friend gave me your book "The Alchemist"). Hopefully if I do experience this love again I will be more prepared (if such a thing is possible). The angels' lips were cold, almost like I imagined 'a kiss of death' to feel like. I believe that this was a warning to take better care of my mind and my body. There was more to my life than this and this is what I was being shown. I had choices in life and the ones I were making at the time would have shortened my life considerably.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Amz</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:48:01 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906560</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Athena at D.A&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I simply walked over to ensure the time of the day I was living on was the real time of where I was. So many numbers on screens, I stopped at a screen that showed what I thought would be time. It was 08:27, blinking, and was in a bigger font then others on other screen. I decided to sit at the seat facing the screen; the decision that created Athena at D.A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three seats away, I asked if the numbers on screen were actually time, Athena answered, giving birth to the moment, a moment I am still trying to relive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end, Athena said that the “experience” would not exist today if I didn’t initiate, but Athena created the moment without the first step. It was like standing on an escalating belt, simply moving, in no direction, at a different frequency speed, making everything else a mere other life. We were in another life, in an instant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next 5 hours went by, we paused to look outside the world we’re in 3 times, to see TIME. TIME; something that does not exist in that world, all that exist is moment, moment after moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During this moment, we spoke, we shared, and we found, everything from past to present and future, about certainty and uncertainty, about chaos. All words that is from this world, but has insights that can only be seen from that world. About people, and what they’re capable of. We shared trust, in a strangers place, with no hesitancy, the world is never a strangers place for her anyway. She trusted the universe, and could see what the universe was giving her and keeping her away from. She had a relationship with the universe. She understood the language.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jeeva</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 05:08:50 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906559</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The moment was when my 20 year old girlfriend (I was 19) told me she was pregnant. I was in shock and a bit scared but we were in love so we decided to get married. The biggest change was that I had to get serious about life in a hurry...work harder since I was the head of my new and young family...forward 20 years later and here we are, still in love, still married now with a beautiful 19 y/o daughter and a 17 y/o son. Would not change anything...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jose</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 07:57:30 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906558</link><description>&lt;p&gt;As i was growing up i was a straight 'A' student, but i wasn't exactly happy since my best friend moved to another Emirate. And it depressed me. Gradually my Grades kept getting lower, didn't make me feel better, since i really did study. I just held back on purpose. I never knew why. I am a social person, and friends wasn't a problem for me. Till 7th grade came, and i failed my finals, in my two favorite subject English Literature and Mathematics. It crushed me. My parents were very understanding, but they kept nagging me on why i did fail. The thing is I didn't even know why, so how could i tell them ? :/ ..i had a tutor all summer, that made me work my butt off, he was surprised i failed too, since obviously i was doing amazingly great. Anywho i repeated my exams and i Aced them! But the tutor suggested i moved to a different school. I moved to my new school, and maintained my grades. I was actually HAPPY again, i found out what REAL FRIENDS were. I discoved a lot of thing, I was ME for the FIRST TIME, and I LOVED ME! &amp;lt;-- yeah it kinda sounds selfish, but its true. Its not always that a person feels like they really truly belong somewhere...and there I was, an 8th grade student with a new life, and everything i ever secretly hoped for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning i thought failing was going to ruin my life, that i cried my self to sleep, ever night through out the summer. But now its the best thing that ever happened to me. Sometimes blessings DO come in disguise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy to say i am a happy, smart, social and loved 12th grade student now, yeah i moved to a different school now. But i still go visit the school that changed me and made me a better person :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: tried to make it as less dramatic as i could...xD&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Sara Ahmed</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 05:25:52 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906557</link><description>&lt;p&gt;The Moment- "My first post-mortem care"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Yes im a Nurse, a Registered Nurse. 4 long years of study about how to take care of the sick people, memorize the medications they have to take, analyze and relate the diseases,the causes and the possible cures. Of my exposure to the hospital,i never get the chance to clean the body of my dead patient. Or rather, no patient died under my care. A very good Nurse may be. . . but not until my 3rd year in college. &lt;br&gt;The 1st patient who died in my arms was--my mom. I went home 41 days before her death. In that brief time,i applied all knowledge and learnings at my best. But that's not enough. Its too late. She died on 13th of May. Weird coz as if she chose the date since her favorite number is 13.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until now,2yrs after she died of renal cancer, im still grieving somehow. I really missed her. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not really sure if this is a "for better" or "for worst" moment. But i just have this enthusiasm to post this story in your site. i didnt even post this in my own blog. i just want to share it with you Paulo,who inspired me when im was experiencing "the moment". Thanks! =)&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Marshy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 03:55:02 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906556</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello Paulo and the world,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first moment of real change came the day I met my boyfriend.  Pieter and I met in our first semester of college in an Art history course. He had come all the way from Belgium to study photography in Chicago. I had just left another University to also come to Chicago to study photography. It took us an entire semester to have enough courage to talk to one another. The last day of class after our final exam, I waited outside to approach him and talk. That moment of courage changed my life forever. I really do believe people come together by chance for a higher reason. That evening in the middle of January (Chicago's coldest time of year) we walked nearly the length of the city getting to know each other. We stayed up the whole night talking till 6am. That day Pieter told me, "Jennifer, I will love you 110% and don't ever forget this." At first I was shocked because it's not everyday that someone says such a bold statement after only having really met and spoken for the first time, but deep down I knew that he really meant it. From that moment on Pieter and I were inseparable. What Pieter told me that day was in fact a true testament to his character and the way he lived his life, always in the present moment and full of love. Throughout the years we lived together, worked/studied together, and supported each other through our love and knowledge for photography. It was not only our relationship that changed me, but it was the way Pieter expressed his unconditional love to so many people. Pieter was an example to me of what love really means. &lt;br&gt;My second moment of change came on September 11, 2007 when Pieter, at the age of 27, passed away in a cycling accident. What many people feel after experiencing the death of a loved one, usually fear, sadness, anguish, were not my initial feelings. I did indeed experience pain, but along with the pain there came an incredible feeling of peace and Pieter's presence. At the present moment I am staying in Belgium for some time with Pieter's parents. We've read some of your books and often discuss them between each other. They also give us comfort. I just finished reading "Like the Flowing River." Two reflections that resonated with me were 'Reflections on 11 September' and 'My funeral.' I am grateful to share that Pieter did everything he wanted to do in his life. He was following his heart and dreams and enjoying every bit of life he could, through good and bad times. I would like to thank you for giving us the idea for Pieter's epitaph. It's been over a year and Pieter's headstone remains blank but for his name engraved on a simple black square. The other evening Pieter's father had finished reading 'My funeral' and announced to us what he thought Pieter's headstone should say as well. "He died while he was still alive."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will always be moments of change, but it is how we perceive these moments that determines whether for the better or worse. I'm grateful for every moment I had with Pieter and the example he was for me and others he had made contact with throughout his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live fully, love well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Jennifer</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:08:39 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906555</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Paulo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 'moment' came just a few short days ago. After 52 years, I finally recognized my truth. I had been living my whole life in the service of others.  It had always been what I had done best.  It was just a way of life for me.  I had known all along that I was this person and I was quite content with myself, but people kept telling me that I should put myself first for a change.  I began to think that maybe they were right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was spending many hours on MySpace enjoying connecting with the most beautiful people and listening to the most talented artists from all over the world.  But there were many who simply were vampires, and recognizing my caring attitude toward them they began seeking to use me to promote their agendas.  I allowed this to the point of self neglect.  I was trying to teach them my way.  I wanted to show them that we should love and respect one another regardless of our talents, intellect or beauty.  I wanted to stand for an attitude of appreciation and gratitude and ultimately love for our human family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MySpace was designed to be a place where 'people' could connect, share their gifts, and possible develop real friendships.  I accomplished all of this and it was worth the thousands of hours.  It was worth a lifetime to me.  I got back so much more than I invested. I learned  much from the most brilliant people.  I experienced music in a very profound way.  I felt the heartbeat of the Universe from sea to shining sea.  I found truth, beauty and love at every turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, there is only so much one person can do.  The time came when the love was more than any one human being can handle.  I left MySpace because I had done what I wanted to do and because my cup was full. Can we change culture, you ask.  Oh, yes, we can! At last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love and gratitude,&lt;br&gt;Diane&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Diane DeFruscio</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:43:02 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906554</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Hi Paulo and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many moments of Change....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is truly enlightening to hear your expierences...there is never forever only the moment...as the song goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I awake from a dream and feel completly at peace as if the dream has worked out the cause of my anxiety from the depth of my soul. That moment is a treaure a changing point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to te Band Dead can Dance lifts my heart to realms never experienced before.So in tune with subjects of importance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading a book such as the Earth has a Soul "Jung" when what you read seems to connect to your very core of exhistance, your reason for being here. &lt;br&gt;The same feeling I expierence when connecting with the words of you Paulo, these moments of greater understanding assist with a clearing the mind of unnessasary clutter. That prevent us from moving on to the next moment, to change what is the wrong path for the good of our selfs and others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understanding the importance of the Moment is the key. Its the Gateway to the possibilty of change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always Paulo you hit the nerve centre of whats key in life to be openly discussed, thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warmly Carol.........&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">carol collins</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 06:49:01 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906553</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, many times we come to this moments of changing.&lt;br&gt;Within my experinecen is many time, when we should something overcome, to go next step in our life.&lt;br&gt;Like a couple of lovers, before a marriage.&lt;br&gt;They a fall in love, they can't see anything other then them selves. After they goet married - they start to live together and new situations, challenging ar coming to them.Sacrifice, accepting the secondone habits.&lt;br&gt;If they overcome and grow in they hearts, they go next step of level of heart.&lt;br&gt;After are children born , and new challenges are coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biger sacrifice, losing like "ouselves" world, complety giving oneself to children.&lt;br&gt;If we wann this , then we go next level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But many times is not easy. Many times we loose.&lt;br&gt;Like a fathers - for them sometime is more difficult to sacrifice their tiredness, not to lay down on couch after coming from job, but to play with kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they winn, children are happy, wife is happy- the husband become a most precious and loved peson in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When they loose, kids remember "a picture of father laing down or reading a newspaper", wife is angry,....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have experience, that amost always before this kind of changing a very hard time is coming - same as before to come on the top of the mountain, we feel we can't do it, but ...&lt;br&gt;If we make one small step forward (even we fell we dyi) we can winn everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the prize for it is very very good feeling of succes, of peace on our soul, mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To go left or right, to good or wrong, never come in one second, every time is a process, like you have writen in "O demonio  e a senhorita prym".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everytime is our conscience, speaking to us. Is good God created like that, otherwise this world doesn't exist already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime we feel don't worry you can do it, just we are afraid to follow this silent voice and we decide kind of "easy way".&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Vitia Hoffmann</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:54:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906552</link><description>&lt;p&gt;A couple of months ago I allowed myself to fall in love again... Everything was so perfect, so pure, so nice....  We are like soul mates in every sense of the word....  Yet, we are so far apart from each other...  You´ll see, he showed up in my life like a spark of joy and happinness, and we changed each others life, but unlike myself, he was still attached to a painful past...  He was married to a woman that nearly destroyed his life...  &lt;br&gt;We wanted to change the world in one night and start a new life together, but we forgot the most important part:  before we could even dream about it, he needed to be free.&lt;br&gt;Today, I realized that even when I´m convinced that he is the love of my life, we will never be together unless he closes that other door, that other story of his life.  But is so damn painful to move away and leave behind all my dreams, our dreams that I honestly feel destroyed....  &lt;br&gt;Today my relationship took a turning point, a very painful turning point, but I realize that even when it kills me to be away from my loved one, I will never be able to be with him unless he breaks the chains that attaches him to his past....  &lt;br&gt;It kills me not to be with him now, but I wish from the bottom of my heart that this sacrifice ends up being worthy and that at the end of the tunnel, I find the peace and the happiness I´ve always wanted to have....&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Lourdes</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:39:58 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906551</link><description>&lt;p&gt;This is how I have learned, I have listened to the language of signs. it's freaking amazing! But I dont' want to find out how it all works, once I reach the final destination, I will ask all the questions i can. Until then, I need to enjoy the Gift the Universe has given me.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Letting go</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:36:52 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906550</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=EMNb-120gOc&amp;amp;feature=related" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=EMNb-120gOc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are never alone!!&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Thelma&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">THELMA_023</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:13:23 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906549</link><description>&lt;p&gt;My dear-est Paul from Austria, thank you for your love.&lt;br&gt;You have said in your own 'turning- point' above that you found out in an instance that you were alone. This feeling can be experienced even if you are with other people and there is lack of understanding. Then the distress is bigger. &lt;br&gt;The other turning point that I wanted to tell you is that when I was sick and afraid of the worst. In my dream, I saw myself carried by doctors and nurses for a surgery and suddenly appeared a most  handsome man with the sweetest expression, dressed with clothes from another era and he told me I am going to make you well! I asked him : who are you?? The answer was: I am Damianos.&lt;br&gt;Next day, as usually I did not remember anything but after I had taken my daughter to school I sat and suddenly the dream came in my mind. I phoned my sister and asked her: Do you know any Saint called Damianos, because I saw him in my dream and I want to go to the church and light him a candle[this is Orthodox tradition]. She said : No I do not think so, but I remember in St. Francis of Assizes, there is the .. church of St. Damianos.. Maybe in the .. Catholic church. In an hour I phoned to my best friend, Annie and told the story and she told me to looked at the diary with all the name's days of  our church, that it was given to us as a present in a gathering we had been together. The letters were so small and me with short-sight I took a 'lens' from my daughter's desk.[I say this long story, just to show that I really did not know, who he was]&lt;br&gt;Yes there is a Saint named Damianos!! Exactly there are two brothers Kosmas and Damianos, they were doctors and called 'Aγιοι Ανάργυροι' [Saints of 'no-money']. I went to a church to pray and thank him and in that 'modern', recently painted icon, he did not look the one in my dream. Then in a visit to a small church in Paphos, in the icon there was the same .. man of my dream. For me it was a miracle that I keep in my heart as a diamond. It is the reassurance that we are not alone. It is our Father's love expressed. I have surrender my will and desires to His will. I found my peace.&lt;br&gt;Love and God's Love to all of you,&lt;br&gt;Thelma&lt;br&gt;p.s. Please forgive me for .. talking so much and spending your time. T.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">THELMA_023</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:26:10 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906548</link><description>&lt;p&gt;For me the moment was when I decided to pursue my personal legend and study what I felt more passionately about, regardless of how much money I would make, and I study everything that interest me about Spirituality, I have come long ways from where I started, and have a long way to go, but I know this is my path!!!&lt;br&gt;There hasn't been a wrong turn, there have been regrets about decisions made, but everything has worked so that I learned the lessons I needed to learn no matter what I do, so I don't think there is actually a wrong turn, I think the lessons you need to learn will follow you wherever you go, there is no escape, there is just being proactive and learning lessons instead of feeling a victim.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Anneliese</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 22:01:16 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906547</link><description>&lt;p&gt;L-ove&lt;br&gt;o-lways&lt;br&gt;V-it &lt;br&gt;in the&lt;br&gt;E-nergy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love always lives in the energy&lt;br&gt;El amor siempre vive en la energia&lt;br&gt;L'amour vit toujours dans l'energie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeeha&lt;br&gt;p.c. you rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Marie-Christine</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 19:09:31 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906546</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure if I have such a moment, such an impuslive thing that happened that suddenly changed everything... I do have things and other moments that changed me greatly, and all for the better actually...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of those moments was at a pagan festival in holland called Castlefest. The thursday night before that weekend, I lost my precious flute (a low D whistle) on the beach, when we had to run from a huge storm. It felt as though I had lost a piece of myself... Immediately after I had noticed the flute was gone, I ran back to find it, but the storm was too badly and we really had to scram... It kinda hurt that I lost it, but somehow I was able to deal with it okay, because I'm a moment person and I believe everything happens because it's made that way, one way or the other, and it's for a reason... But still, I longed for that beautiful flute...&lt;br&gt;Then, that weekend on saturday night, when me and my friends gathered near the main stage for the great show of Pagan Night. Suddenly, a pal of mine called Gijs came up to me and adressed me, and suddenly all faces turned on me... And he told me that he and everybody else had a present for me. When he said that, I totally saw it coming.. He and everyone else, all my friends and family there together, had bought me a brandnew low D whistle of Susato. All those people who had chipped in money were my family there, the friends I already knew but also people I didn't know, and who didn't even know me, but they just wanted to help...&lt;br&gt;I was so flabbergasted and so happy and that's a moment when I realised what wonderful people I've got around me and how I feel connected to them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A second thing like that occured only this last thursday. That night, Derek Ogilvie was here in town for a signing session, in a Selexys bookstore. In the first place I really wanted to go and see him, but I already had a painting to put on display in a new-age store and I had tons of other stuff on my mind, so I decided not to. I'd always been without a doubt that I would one day meet the man, one way or the other, and that moment would be the right time and place, so I let it go.&lt;br&gt;But then, as I was standing in the store talking to the saleswoman that night, I got a mobile PM from a friend, saying she had just had a big Derek hug. And that's when I suddenly remembered the signing session and the impulse nudged me to go for it, so I told the saleswoman that I had to go and I started running to the bookstore. I arrived there out of breath and I was just in time, too, for two minutes later they closed the door behind me. I was last in line, which wasn't that long anymore, and when it was finall my turn to see him, the lady from the store asked if I wanted to take a picture. But I said no, I didn't want a picture, and no autograph of Derek, I just wanted a hug! So I hugged him and I thanked him for all the beautiful things he's done, but then he looked at me and said like: "Thanks... thank you so much, I really needed that". I was totally awestruck! And he was just looking so sad... So I hugged him again, haha, telling him it was alright and okay, even though I had NO idea what was going on. &lt;br&gt;So the bottom line of that... In an impulse, I went running my lungs out to a bookstore because I deperately wanted a hug from Derek, and I felt I needed one... But instead, it turned out that I was the one giving him a hug, because he really needed it... And then I thought like, what if I hadn't decided to run? But I did, and I think I did because he needed not particularly me, but someone that night, and something just like.. stirred the universe that made me run to him. And it also reminded me just how much I love Synchonicity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell one last moment, in short... It was when I first read Veronica Decides to Die. That book changed me, forever, and for the very best. Because it totally struck me at the heart, telling me to WAKE UP DAMMIT, and I started to read other Coelho books as well, and it was as though reading about my own views and beliefs, and that's when my level of conciousness started to change, drastically... As I'm writing this, that moment when I first read about Veronika, was five months ago.. So I'm still in the middle of that change, it's almost like a transformation, and even though I'm having a tough time keeping up with myself right now, I'm totally enjoying it... Thanks Mr. Coelho!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Paulien</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 17:37:01 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906545</link><description>&lt;p&gt;My turning point includes the better and the worst in my life, but I hope things can get better as well as I´m afraid the worst is yet to come.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">maria</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 17:31:15 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906544</link><description>&lt;p&gt;…Likus trims dienom iki kontrakto pabaigos JAV, papuoliau į žiaurią autoavariją. Tikras stebuklas, kad po jos likau gyva… Kai pirmoji būtinoji pagalba 911 buvo suteikta, vyrai stebėjosi, kad mano kūnas toje metalo laužo krūvoje buvo išsirangęs taip, jog visos jo dalys išliko nepakenktos…&lt;br&gt;Kaip Mama pasakojo, komoje išbuvau dvi su puse savates. Dar tris su puse - intensyvioje terapijoje. Pati įvykius, nors ir labai blankiai, tegaliu prisiminti po keturių savaičių nuo atsidūrimo reanimacijoje… &lt;br&gt;Kai pasibaigė mano buvimo laikas ligoninėje, prasidejo ilgai trunkantis reabilitacijos etapas. Mat, viską reikėjo išmokti daryti iš naujo: mokytis atsisėsti, paimti šaukštą ar šakutę ir valgyti, išsiplauti dantis, susišukuoti galvą, taip pat mokytis iš naujo rašyti… Bei žengti pirmąjį žingsnį… Niekada lyg tol nesusimąsčiau, kokie neįkainojami yra dalykai, kuriuos atliekame kasdien… Kol jų netenkame… Man tai buvo didžiausias atradimas. Kiekviena diena tapo stebuklu - tai absoliuti tiesa, jei turėsime galvoje visas tikimybes, kad kiekvieną mūsų trapios egzistencijos sekundę gali įvykti nelauktų dalykų…&lt;br&gt;Ir dabar šis tebesitęsiantis reabilitacijos laikas buvo ir yra lydimas neįtikėtinų ženklų, kurie vis kaskart liudija apie globą iš aukščiau... Suvokiu, jog visos kliūtys, kovos ir kančios yra tik sumanyti iššūkiai, kurie padeda atsiverti ir dvasiškai augti. Ir visiškai sutinku su mintimi, jog „Nelaimės yra deimantų dulkės, kuriomis Dievas gludina savo brangakmenius“. Gera žinoti, jog esu vienas iš jų  Jo kolekcijoje.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Renata</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 13:17:37 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906543</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Por favor... faça uma versão em português para o seu blog.Valeu!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Ravel</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 11:54:19 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906542</link><description>&lt;p&gt;God bless you dearest Thelma,&lt;br&gt;Now you're making my tears flow... I believe everything does happen for a reason, and although it may not be immediately apparent, it is truly God's will. Had you become a world famous concert pianist, perhaps you would have been deprived of the joy of becoming the wonderful mother that you are... it's the most important profession in the world...&lt;br&gt;As it is not becoming of a WOL, I will not make a comparison... but I believe you are fulfilling your charted path perfectly... for which, I am sure, you will be justly rewarded...&lt;br&gt;Love, Paul&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Paul from Austria</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 10:14:35 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906541</link><description>&lt;p&gt;moment of change...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a stillborn child...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is nothing, nothing in this world that allows one such clarity to the fragility of life...&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">nikki</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 09:49:55 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906540</link><description>&lt;p&gt;me also many turning points,i was 21 when my first big love died by  accident.each time, i lost someone i love,my parents,my dad before and my mom after christmas,my best friends,each time was a turning point in my life.i wrote i love because this love is still there!many time to accept...the sorrow is the side of love so difficult to cross!but also the birth of my son,this great joy,at this moment,22 years ago,i knew that my life had changed forever &lt;a href="http://again.so" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank" title="again.so"&gt;again.so&lt;/a&gt; your books,this place of peace here with all these deep thoughts,questions,and nice people, help me a lot.bonne journée à tous!love and peace in your hearts!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">elisabeth delage</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 07:55:09 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: The Moment</title><link>http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/11/24/your-opinion-on/#comment-9906539</link><description>&lt;p&gt;My dear Paulo Coelho, this is not a 'place' for .. confessions!Just you and me ... and the whole world:} are listening.&lt;br&gt;Every minute that passes, is a turning point, a series of choices. Me, being born Libra, since I remember myself, I was always thinking of the ..opposite post, the second, the different, the others' way of thinking, the road of 'Good or Evil' in front of me. Every step / choice is that which forms our next step and life. Sometimes choices are forced from circumstances, contrary to our intentions or dreams. Sometimes life was making the choice, which I call Karma, destiny, the 'written', the Divine Plan. We do not choose our family, our parents, our place of birth or our talents. The crucial moment is our ..birth, which inevitably leads to our death. We live a.. double life of two parallel worlds which co-exist. The material and 'inner-life'.Every minute that creation takes place, we become a .. new person, but all our past thoughts and experiences are 'stamped' on our faces, aura and soul.&lt;br&gt;One event that was a turning-direction-point in my life: At the age of 18, in just a moment of despair, 'blackness' and distress, I abandoned my musical studies. I came back home and for many years I could not even touch my fingers on the piano.I thought, I was going to live a life of a ... 'normal' girl, wife, mother. But to be 'different', an 'artist' is not something that you can 'take off'. It is in our cells, in our whole 'making'. So, I think, I have lived the life of .. someone else, the 'wrong life' and for this, I do not blame anybody. It was 'destiny' and my ... heart's pain.&lt;br&gt;I thank God for all the treasures he has given me and the most important for me is the love that I feel and the love given to me. I am grateful for everyday of life, my family and for being here with you, especially for 'meeting' Paulo Coelho, who has showed us with his books and paradigm that we are not alone and that we are all ... winners of LOVE.&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;Thelma.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">THELMA_023</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 07:15:21 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>