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This is a story, telling the sprites, in the days of spring when the rains pass giving way to the rainbow ...

They say that the eternal love between two people born Ebnax, the fairy mirror ... their playground was the great forest of myrtle south of the towering volcano of truth. There

grew up with other fairies. Mandates and acted the rules for the other fairies, but he was so multifaceted ...

believed he could be a flower, sun, spring, squirrel, tree, just because at one with the image that they projected onto the surface of your body, your eyes and minds, were convinced that she was all that and much more ... because in every mirror she could feel the light and shadow, love and the lack of it, goodness and evil. It looked

where to look, this duality appeared .....

Year after year, this enthusiasm grew, supported by the reflection of all beings with whom she contacted .......

began to notice that the other fairies were resolved to be, to express its essence I radiate ... but she just radiated a reflection of the other .....

This was his prison ... this was his duality ...

His greatest illusion sustained by it. This contrast with the other brought the big question "Who am I? ... their inability to respond was that he asked him all beings around her Who am I? The answers were obtained, the image of a bird or a sunset or a flower. Tired, stop your search and silence, the pain I felt deep inside, emerged, came from a place not known until then. The pain is said to cry and mourn started ..... Cry for days, weeks, months ...

Her tears turned into a clear lake ...

Ebnax was first on the surface of the lake, which had the quality to reflect to others ... could see and know in time that she was not the lake, because this came from his eyes ... the joy and love that I gave him a spark of consciousness that grew in his heart ... and change his whole face, his skin was dyed blue, since for her, the color of truth, his hair red, the color of passion and green eyes, the color of hope ...... Then
connected with that part of himself that had been transformed, feeling of his heart, which is love ... finally found within, in the place where he lived the truth. Those who are looking to say that hovers, blows and stirs in the mind of every mortal in search of truth ...

Draw maps, leaves clues so that they find the treasure of its existence, nestled in the trunk of his heart where the divine spark installed. It seems that some of these deaths are being installed there ... when this happens is a major transformation. Some have been blue, because in truth they have become, remember that the first track is followed their feelings and that elected office again and again the other way keys art recreated the magic ...

This reaches our ears a spring day when we were ready to hear the mermaids, while the rain would pass that lead to the rainbow ...

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In the words

Prior to the formation of the universe the time not even exist, as we discussed in "About the time "from the" Big Bang "the effects are going after the causes and thus be fueling the infinite book of history. From the point of view of Christianity, after this chaos or disorder, "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God" (John 1: 1).

well used words, whether in the arts, science or literature, can be flowers perfume make our horizon or weapons to annihilate our will, you just set against Juan Salvador Gaviota of Bach Mein Kampf Hitler . You can transform into magical words and enchanted keys with which we can break down the walls of ignorance and in the wings to lead us to discover wonderful worlds. In ancient Greece, the cradle of civilization ─ ─ taught Western music (the art of the Muses) within the next main subjects of mathematics, philosophy and astronomy, all requirements for an individual was regarded as an educated person . One of the reasons why they spent hours studying this subject is, in my view, simple: to them the words were "articulate sounds, and related to the ideas and thoughts, speech and finally democracy.

Every word has a formal meaning and a more subjective ─ and therefore more personal ─ depending on what we have learned and internalized. There is no doubt that the meaning of words like freedom, democracy, love, justice, peace or happiness, just to name a few, are perceived differently in the four corners of the world, believers and atheists or between rich and poor . We have more than one hundred words we should globalize.

In previous posts we referred to the importance of studying philosophy, which seeks wisdom itself, and aims to study the knowledge of ultimate causes, universal and totalizing reality, as seeking ultimate human happiness. Today I wanted to refer to freedom, not a single word of eight letters, but rather as a smooth and articulate sound, in its universal meaning, one of the greatest desires that human beings have had to reach a full state happiness. However, it is necessary for background suppression vision ─ ─ petty if you want some people who think that freedom is equivalent to walking without chains on our feet and walk on any trail without looking at the skyline. Of course it is important to physical liberty, but happiness is more important than spiritual. To understand what I mean, I offer a portion of a of dialogues between Zorba and his boss, film Zorba the Greek based on the novel by Nikos Kazantzakis :

─ toast to your health! ─
toast to his, Zorba! ─
Dammit, boss, I do not like too much to say: you have everything except one thing: MADNESS! a man needs a little madness, but ... ─
"But what? ─
... never dare cut the rope and be free ...

The conviction of an entire people, in a given time and space, makes it a necessity becomes a thought and this in an idea, then the final words and actions. Some popular slogans that have marked much of the revolutions in recent history are: "Homeland or death" in search of freedom of the Cuban people, " Liberty, equality, fraternity " of the French Revolution; " Liberty or death "the proclamation of independence of the Greek people to the Ottoman Empire in 1821. These three, among many others, are more than mere sentences because they have a high dose of idealism amalgamated with a dream of freedom suppressed. They are short three-movement symphonies performed by an entire people as an orchestra.

I firmly believe that strengthening our education system and promote complete and quality education, will understand the depth of the words homeland, freedom and independence, and to enjoy between notes and rests of its melody, harmony and rhythm. Not become empty words and, above all, we are aware that each cause an effect happens and the decisions we make today, as a nation, mark our future.

With a clearer conscience will overcome the challenges we face and that threaten us as independent and sovereign nation states ─ as our president in his opinion "The homeland is threatened " ─ and to insert and integrate successfully in a world with a globalized economy without losing our own identity .

Homeland
my country I have always on hand. The
my eyes look much clearer.
The long kiss my lips tame.
I love my country always on hand.
Mansa and small as a pea.
No black rifles. No white sabers. I love sweet
low. I want to tender
high.
I want good for evil.
So sometimes I take her to the field, I tell stories
healthy children, the elderly
sweet, beautiful ranches.
I say that there are countries wide
where there are no metal gods. Where there
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Irish Blessings fom me to you ... ALBAN

I WISH FOR YOU ...

Comfort on Difficult days, Smiles when to sadness Intruder, Rainbows to follow the clouds, Laughter to kiss your lips, Sunsets to warm your heart Gentle hugs when to spirits sag, Friendships to brighten your Being, Beauty for your eyes to ...see, Confidence for when you doubt, Faith so that you can believe, Courage to know yourself, Patience to accept the truth, And love to complete your life. God Bless you!

Blessings to you from the Earth Mother.

She is the Moon.

She watches over all of us by.

The light that she casts over the blessed earth.

Walk her night lit path

And happiness you will find at every turn.

Blessed be!

Blessings to you from the Sky Father.

He is the Sun. He holds us up

And brings us strength. Carry his sword

To cleave the evil from your path

And you will be unmolested.

Blessed Be!

Blessings to you from the Great Spirit.

It binds us all together:

Man to womyn; beast to beast; all.

We are it and it is us.

Blessed Be!

May you have a wonderful Holiday.

The time has come for the sun to be reborn

He lies in his Mother's womb waiting...

Awaiting his reappearance on this plane.

Let us all rejoice in his rebirth and ours.

Blessed Be!

Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!

May the blessing of the rain be on you—

the soft sweet rain.

May it fall upon your spirit

so that all the little flowers may spring up,

and shed their sweetness on the air.

May the blessing of the great rains be on you,

may they beat upon your spirit

and wash it fair and clean,

and leave there many a shining pool

where the blue of heaven shines,

and sometimes a star.

You are the peace of all things calm, you are the place to hide from harm, you are the light that shines in dark, you are the heart´s eternal spark, you are the door that´s open wide, ypu are the guest who waits inside, you are the stranger at the door, you are the calling of the poor, you are my Lord and with me from ill, you are the light, the truth, the way, YOU ARE MY SAVIOR THIS VERY DAY

Let your sweet home bright with the starshine and the sad moonlight, and the great sun spread its wonderful rays whenever you fear the darkness and evil...Let the mother earth welcome you in, the meander wind stroke your face, let the water purify your body and your soul while the fire warms you up with its divine power...

Always RemeMbEr to ForGet the ThinGs thAt maDe YoU Sad... But NevER ForgeT to RememBer the thIngS ThaT madE yOU GlaD... AlwaYs RemembEr To ForGet the FrieNds thaT prover Untrue, But Never Forget to Remember THOSE That Have Stuck to You ... ♥ ♥ ♥ Always Remember to Forget The Troubles That Passed Away ...
BuT .. Never Forget to Remember the BLESSINGS THAT COME EACH DAY ......

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The Festival of Vine Celtic, Thanksgiving Day Pagano.


DATE: September 21 Autumnal Equinox.

modern equivalent of Thanksgiving Day Celtic deities: Mabon (Lord of the harvest / great young), Bran and Branwen.

ALIGNMENT: SOLAR, female, passive, water.

CUSTOMS: Harvest Festival (usually developed on the eve of the yolk moon closest to the Equinox), collect mature products (often turnips or gourds / pumpkins for Samhain), late harvest of corn and sheaves, fishing, vintage grinding with wine and clothing.

SYMBOLS: Clusters of grapes / vines, bunches of ears, a fish, cornucopia, pumpkin dry.

SACRED FOOD: Red wines, game meats (venison, bear, fish, fisan, quail, etc.) squash, melons and other food industry, bread and cakes rich vegetables, stewed (old name: Stew).

incense: Mugwort, myrrh, sage, balm Guilliat, Iris.

TIME THRESHOLD: Twilight.