`はこのビデオジャーナリストが」。Pauloにインタビューすることを来る間、作られた

`Iは-これが非常に個人的な儀式…であること与えられてこれの狂気の手品師に迷惑を掛けたいと思わなかった しかし「ゼロプライバシー」の法律を採用している彼は1才だった。 長く生きているインターネット!」

`はCNNの提出者Beckyアンダーソンとこのビデオ作られた。 彼女は読み聞かせのトピックのPauloにインタビューすることを来た」。

より好奇心が強くおよびより好奇心が強いです。

この物語は「来られるの自由な適応、ポールH.によって私に」続く。 Dunn:

ある特定の人はMogoをそれに最少の感覚なしで饗宴としてクリスマスを見るのに使用されて呼んだ。 彼の心では、12月24日の夜は死んだかだれが過去年の間に孤独いかにあったりまたは彼らの心から最愛を覚えていたか多くの人々が意識したので、年の最も悲しかった。
Mogoはよい人だった。 彼に家族がい、彼の隣人を助けることを試み、そして彼のビジネスで正直だった。 However, he refused to admit that people were so naive as to believe that God had descended to Earth just to console men. Being a person of principles, he was not afraid to tell one and all that Christmas, besides being sad rather than happy, was also based on a story that was not real - a God transformed into man.

As always on the eve of the celebration of the birth of Christ, his wife and children were getting ready to go to church. And as always, Mogo decide to let them go alone, saying:
- It would be hypocritical of me to accompany you. I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.
When the family left the house, Mogo sat down on his favorite chair, lit the fire and began to read the day’s newspapers. But he was soon distracted by a noise at the window, then another and yet another.
Thinking it was someone throwing snowballs, Mogo slipped into his coat and went outside hoping to give the trespasser a fright.
As soon as he opened the door he saw a flock of birds that had lost their direction due to a storm and were now shivering in the snow. Noticing the warm house, they had tried to enter, but then they hurt their wings beating against the window and would only be able to fly again when they healed.
“I can’t leave these creatures outside there,” thought Mogo. “How can I help them?”
Mogo went to the garage door, opened it and turned on the light. But the birds did not move.
“They’re afraid,” thought Mogo.
He went back indoors, fetched some breadcrumbs and made a trail to the heated garage. But the strategy did not work.
Mogo opened his arms, tried to lead the birds with affectionate cries, softly pushing one and then another, but the birds became all the more nervous and began to beat their wings flying around in the snow without any direction, wasting the little strength they still had left.
Mogo no longer knew what to do.
- You must be thinking that I’m some scary creature, he said out loud. - Don’t you understand that you can trust me?
He shouted out in despair:
- If at this very moment I had a chance to turn into a bird just for a couple of minutes, then you would see that I’m really trying to save you!
At that moment the church bell chimed midnight. One of the birds transformed into an angel and asked Mogo:
- Now do you understand why God needed to turn into a man?
With his eyes filled with tears, Mogo knelt down on the snow and answered:
- Pardon me, angel. Now I understand that we can only trust those that resemble us and live through the same things as we do.

by Paulo Coelho

‘Paulo made this short interview with the photographer Olivier Spies.’

‘another adventure from Crazy Magician’

‘Here’s a video with the book review of Brida made by an Indian journalist.’

Have you read this book?

What’s your favourite Paulo Coelho book and why?

(adapted from a story sent by reader Shirlei Massapust)

Many years ago there lived in Japan a young man called Humi, who made his living breaking stones. Although strong and healthy, he was not happy with his lot and complained day and night.
On Christmas day he prayed fervently and his guardian angel finally appeared before him.
- You are healthy and you have a full life ahead of you, - said the angel. - All the young people start by doing something. Why are you always complaining?
- God has been unfair to me and hasn’t given me the chance to grow, - answered Humi.
Concerned, the angel sought out the Lord to ask for help so that his protégé would not end up losing his soul.
- As you will, said the Lord. - Since it is Christmas, all that Humi wants will be granted.
On the following day Humi was breaking stones when he saw a carriage pass by bearing a noble covered in jewels. Wiping his sweaty, dirty brow with his hands, Humi said bitterly:
- Why can’t I be a noble too? That’s my destiny!
- That you shall be! - murmured his angel with immense joy.
And Humi was transformed into the owner of a sumptuous palace and many estates and always surrounded by servants and horses. Every day he would parade with his impressive retinue and he liked to see his old companions lining the streets and looking at him with respect.
On one such afternoon, the heat was unbearable and even under his golden sun-shade Humi was sweating just like he did in the days when he broke stones. Then he realized that he was not all that important, for above him there were princes, emperors, and even above all them was the sun, who obeyed no-one, for it was the true king.
- Ah, my angel! Why can’t I be the sun? That is to be my destiny! - complained Humi.
- That you shall be! - exclaimed the angel, hiding his sadness at such pretension.
And Humi became the sun, for that was his wish.
While he shone in the sky, admired for his gigantic power of ripening the crops or else burning them as he felt the whim, a black spot began to approach him. The dark shadow grew bigger and bigger and Humi noticed that it was a cloud spreading all around him and making it impossible for him to see the Earth.
- Angel! - shouted Humi - The cloud is stronger than the sun! My fate is to be a cloud!
- That you shall be! - answered the angel.
Humi was transformed into a cloud and thought that his dream had come true.
- I am powerful! - he shouted out, darkening the sun.
- I am invincible! - he thundered, chasing the waves.
But along the desert coast of the ocean rose up an immense rock of granite as old as the world. Humi thought that the rock was defying him and worked up a storm that the world had never before cast eyes on. The enormous, angry waves beat away at the rock trying to tear it up out of the soil and toss it far into the depths of the sea.
But the rock stood firm and impassive in its place.
- Angel! - sobbed Humi - the rock is stronger than the cloud! My lot is to be a rock!
And Humi was transformed into a rock.
- Who can beat me now? - he asked himself. - I am the most powerful in the world!
And so many years passed by until one morning Humi felt a sharp nudge in his stone entrails, followed by a deep pain as if a part of his granite body had been dilacerated. Then he heard dull, insistent blows and once again the gigantic pain.
Fear-crazed, he began to roar out:
- Angel, somebody’s trying to kill me! He’s more powerful than I am, I want to be like him!
- That you shall be! - exclaimed the angel in tears.
And that is how Humi went back to breaking stones.

by Paulo Coelho

Well. I have written in my blog a few times about a wild blind sparrow that I first noticed and “sort of” tamed to land on my hand when I whistle. It hatched in the spring of 2007- and still visits me regularly. That it has managed to survive is in and of itself quite miraculous.. BUT?? This story gets better. Several weeks ago, I was putting out fresh water and birdseed on my balcony- and had to do a quick “double AND triple take”! There, feeding quietly.. were TWO blind sparrows! The adult male, AND a much smaller one. Talk about a *WOW* moment! *LOL* I did get a picture of the little one, but it’s not a great picture, as it is sitting in the feeder- and I will have to do quite a bit of work to get it to land on my hand. Hahahah, as it took me about 8 months to get a good picture of the adult male sparrow, you m-i-g-h-t have to be a little patient for photographic evidence, dear readers. And.. you are NOT going to believe this (well, unless you know me!) BUT?? Yesterday evening, I went out to refresh the seeds, and. Oooohhhh- have you already guessed?? YES indeed! TWO baby blind sparrows, and the bigger one were all feeding. I do appreciate the wonderful and compelling mysteries of nature.

Which provides a smooth segue into my next “pondering moment”. There was a little blurb on the evening news several nights ago that really caught my attention. As I have frequent dreams that I am “BEing” a sea turtle (it’s true!), it really provoked quite a session of “pondering and musing” for me. I still find myself thinking and “feeling” about this story- SO much that it is having that little nagging effect that I call “brain itch”. You know?? Like a thought or idea simply will NOT dissipate from your consciousness unless you take some sort of action? Well- I managed to find this video about the mysteries of nature- about a sea turtle who lost his mate. It is quite sad, but interestingly tinged with an aura of hope and mystery. With something like this, I like to call it a perfect example of “Happy Darkle Thoughts”. A balance of the lightness and darkness that is one of the paradoxically necessary elements in this “UNI~verse”.