2. out on what I believe to be my path, is to honour that energy, to connect up with it
every day, to allow myself to be guided by the signs, to learn by doing and not by
thinking about doing.
Third, that on one is alone in their troubles; there is always someone else thinking,
rejoicing or suffering in the same way, and that gives us the strength to confront the
challenge before us.
p. 173
When the unwanted guest arrivesâŠ.
I might be afraid.
I might smile or say:
My day was good, let night fall.
You will find the field ploughed, the house clean, the table set, and everything in its
place. (new edifices of thoughts are constructed after critical incidents via collapsing
old core beliefs)
p.205
That is simple. They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that
the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was
created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other
peopleâs ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they
forget their dreams.
p.214
That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose.
People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we
win and sometimes we lose. Donât expect to get anything back, donât expect
recognition for your efforts, donât expect your genius to be discovered or your love to
be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but
simply whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record,
clean the hours, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you
are.
p.238
The accomodador or giving-up point: there is always an event in our lives that is
responsible for us failing to progress: a trauma, a particularly bitter defeat, a
disappointment in love, even a victory that we did not quite understand, can make
cowards of us and prevent us from moving on. As part of the process of increasing his
hidden powers, the shaman must first free himself from that giving-up point and, to
do so, he must review his whole life and find out where it occurred.
The accomodador. Another part of my personal history resurfaces. If only Marie were
here! I need to talk about myself, about my childhood, to tell her how, when I was
little, I was always fighting and beating up the other children because I was the oldest
in the class. One day, my cousin gave me thrashing, and I was convinced from then
on that I would never ever win another fight, and since then I have avoided any
physical confrontation, even though, this has often meant me behaving like a coward
and being humiliated in front of girlfriends and friends alike.
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4. God knows that we are all artists of life. One day, he give us a hammer with which to
make sculptures, another day he gives us brushes and paints with which to make a
picture, or paper and a pencil to write with. But you cannot make a painting with a
hammer, or a sculpture with a paintbrush. Therefore, however difficult it may be, I
must accept todayâs small blessings, even if they seem like curses because I am
suffering and itâs a beautiful day, the sun is shining, and the children are singing in the
street. This is the only way I will manage to leave my pain behind and rebuild my life.
p.337
I was still very bruised. I could not believe it was possible to love again. He did not
say much; he taught me to speak Russian and told me that in the steppes äżçŸ æŻć€§è
ć they use the word âblueâ to describe the sky even when it is grey, because they
know that, above the clouds, the sky is always blue. He took me by the hand and
helped me to go through those clouds. He taught me to love myself rather then to love
him. He showed me that my heart was at the service of myself and of god, and not at
the service of others.
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