<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 04:01:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>White</title><description></description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-3198589469601654464</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-17T01:01:18.221-03:00</atom:updated><title>my .bashrc</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5cAe7IpE_4/T7R1CAP2fbI/AAAAAAAAERA/xV7JAZN0i0M/s1600/bashrc-colors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5cAe7IpE_4/T7R1CAP2fbI/AAAAAAAAERA/xV7JAZN0i0M/s400/bashrc-colors.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;RED="\[\033[0;31m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIGHT_RED="\[\033[31m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GREEN="\[\033[0;32m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHITE="\[\033[00m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE="\[\033[01;34m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ORANGE="\[\033[0;33m\]"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;# regular users in green, root in red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if [ `whoami` == "root" ]; then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; PS1="${RED}\u"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; PS1="${GREEN}\u"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;# user@host:path&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS1=${PS1}"${WHITE}@${ORANGE}\h${WHITE}:${BLUE}\w"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;# git branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS1=${PS1}"${LIGHT_RED}\`git branch 2&amp;gt;/dev/null | grep \"^\*\" | sed -r \"s/\*\ (.*)/ \(\1\)/\"\`"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;# separator '$' for regular users, '#' for root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS1=${PS1}"${WHITE}\\$ "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-3198589469601654464?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2012/05/my-bashrc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5cAe7IpE_4/T7R1CAP2fbI/AAAAAAAAERA/xV7JAZN0i0M/s72-c/bashrc-colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-3253419092455998296</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-17T08:27:13.449-02:00</atom:updated><title>Constancy of Aim and Effort and Non-laziness</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There is a story about a spiritual aspirant who was looking for a guru all over India. One day, he saw a guru meditating near a lake. He sat beside the teacher and waited. Finally, the guru opened his eyes and said, "What can I do for you?" The student answered, "I would like to achieve illumination in a very short period of time." The guru said, "Very good, my son." Then he held the head of the student and put it into the water. Finally, when the student was almost drowning, he pulled him by the head. He asked the student, "What did you desire most when you were drowning?" "Air", replied the student. To this the teacher said, "If you can desire illumination as much as you desire air, you will have it fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This author once met a yogi who was initiated by a certain swami. The swami gave him a certain technique. The yogi meditated immediately. He ate and slept very little. After meditating almost non-stop for several days, he achieved samadhi. Some of you already have teachers and you have been told to meditate. You decide to meditate at night but instead of meditating, you say, "Let me read the newspaper first," or "Let me watch TV," or "I'll listen to music first," or "Let me call my friend." When night comes, your body is already tired so you say, "Let me go to sleep. I will meditate tomorrow." Tomorrow comes and you go through the same thing. This goes on for months or years. This is why you need constancy of aim and effort. This virtue also means non-procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You have to decide whether you want to do spiritual practice or not. Nobody can force you. Practice only if you really want to practice, not because everybody is meditating. When you have decided to meditate regularly, make a schedule and follow it. Constancy of aim and effort and non-laziness is the key to success and spiritual development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GrandMaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Choa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Inner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teachings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-3253419092455998296?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2012/02/constancy-of-aim-and-effort-and-non.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-4122604308170172125</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-07T00:11:41.248-02:00</atom:updated><title>on Kundalini Syndrome</title><description>&lt;p&gt;yes, it is real.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yes, it can affect &amp;quot;even you&amp;quot;, so swallow this pride, keep on with purifications and start forgiving yourself today, dude!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s not about how many times you fall down, but how many times you get up&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maybe some day she will be able to understand it...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-4122604308170172125?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2012/02/on-kundalini-syndrome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-9033174999348488049</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-28T19:29:56.397-02:00</atom:updated><title>1 ano sem ela</title><description>&lt;p&gt;bem melhor agora.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;não fosse assim, improvável que esta última volta ao redor do sol levasse o título de &amp;quot;a melhor de todas&amp;quot; (acho que não falava isso desde 2005).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;foam diversos momentos ao longo destes últimos anos, muitos bons, outros nem tanto; compreendo que o que aprendi com ela ajudou para que eu me tornasse quem sou hoje.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;é claro que ainda vamos nos cruzar pela vida, numa festa aqui ou numa praia acolá; por vezes ela pode ameaçar me seduzir, mas não cabe mais, definitely all over now, baby blue. você não cabe mais no meu caminho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so long, and thanks for all the fish...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-9033174999348488049?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2012/01/1-ano-sem-ela.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-7064550488017757705</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T15:36:30.033-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The purpose of meditation is to experience that you are not the body, not the emotion, not the thoughts, you are the 'I AM'. When you experience the 'I AM' within you, you start to experience a certain level of connection to everyone. That is the oneness with all, the Christ Consciousness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    -- Master Stephen Co, disciple of GrandMaster Choa Kok Sui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-7064550488017757705?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2012/01/purpose-of-meditation-is-to-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-1976371653816346315</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T16:56:53.375-02:00</atom:updated><title>The Hermetic View of Religion</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(by Franz Bardon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are two basic philosophies of religion: the first is the relative and the second is the absolute or universal. From the beginning of humankind to the present day, all those religions which belong to the relative philosophy of religion have gone through their initial stages, have reached their peaks and, during the course of the ages, have come to their end. Each relative religion has its own founder. I refrain from citing all the systems of relative religion; anyone who has studied religious philosophy will have become acquainted with a number of religious systems of the relative type. They are all subject to the same law of transitoriness, regardless of whether they have lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. The length of time a religion may exist always depends upon its founders and teachers. The more universal laws a religion contains, the more universal truth it represents and preaches, the longer it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its existence will be shorter the more one-sided, fanatical, dictatorial, and authoritarian its doctrines are. However, each religious system has thus far had its good purposes and its special mission. Each has always contained certain partial aspects, however concealed, of a portion of universal truth and lawfulness, whether symbolically or as an abstract idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A true adept will see in each relative religion, regardless of the historical era in which it may have existed, fragments of some basic ideas that had their origin in the universal religion and which point to universal law. Therefore, the adept appreciates each religion equally, without paying any attention to whether it is a religion of the past or whether it still exists today or whether it will exist in the future, because he is aware of the fact that each religious system has followers whose maturity suits that of the religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the Hermetic point of view, even materialism is a kind of religious system, one whose representatives may believe in God but not in anything supernatural, and who adhere only to that of which they are able to convince themselves – in other words, to them it is matter which prevails. Since the initiate knows that matter is the symbolic representation of the divine appearance reflected in the laws of nature, he will not judge anyone who believes merely in matter. The more mature a man has become during the course of his incarnations and evolution, the closer will he come to the universal laws, and the more deeply will he be able to penetrate into them, until finally no relative religious concept will satisfy him. A person like this has become mature for the universal religion and is capable of approaching the universal laws in the microcosm and the macrocosm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is to say that any religion that does not represent the universal laws completely is relative and transitory. The universal laws have been unchangeable from the beginning of the world and will continue thus until the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mature Hermetic may officially belong to any religion, depending on whether he really wants to do so and whether he considers it preferable in his dealings with people – perhaps to avoid drawing the attention of immature individuals to himself. However, in the innermost of his spirit and his entire being he will profess the universal religion, by which the universal lawfulness is to be understood. An initiate does not believe anything unless he can convince himself of its validity; neither does he believe in any personified divinity nor any kind of idol. Rather, he worships the universal law and harmony in all forms of existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These few words should suffice to demonstrate the difference between relative and absolute philosophies of religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-1976371653816346315?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/12/hermetic-view-of-religion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-7153665741472209006</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T22:00:10.298-02:00</atom:updated><title>concerning my past, present and future</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"In general, there are two methods through which one can attain a mystical state or a higher level of consciousness, meditation and drugs. While some writers have tried to demonstrate that the prophets engaged in drug experiences, there is no objective evidence, either from the Biblical text or from the classical literature, that such substances were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regard to meditation, the precise opposite is true."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Arieh Kaplan, &lt;i&gt;"Meditation and the Bible"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-7153665741472209006?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/12/concerning-my-past-present-and-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-1606501914759536458</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T19:52:01.747-02:00</atom:updated><title>concerning choices ii</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, e não tivesse amor, seria como o metal que soa ou como o sino que tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. E ainda que tivesse o dom de profecia, e conhecesse todos os mistérios e toda a ciência, e ainda que tivesse toda a fé, de maneira tal que transportasse os montes, e não tivesse amor, nada seria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. E ainda que distribuísse toda a minha fortuna para sustento dos pobres, e ainda que entregasse o meu corpo para ser queimado, e não tivesse amor, nada disso me aproveitaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-- 1ª Epístola de São Paulo aos Corintios, Capítulo 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"eu já te amo faz tempo..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-1606501914759536458?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/12/1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-1521043951793734426</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-29T16:43:41.669-02:00</atom:updated><title>concerning choices</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’m going to ask you a question,” he said, “and you must be absolutely honest in your answer. If you tell me the truth, I’ll teach you what you ask. If you lie, you must never again return to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;this forest.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brida gave a sigh of relief. He was going to ask her a question. She simply had to tell the truth, that was all. She had always assumed that a Teacher would demand really difficult things of someone before taking them on as a pupil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Let’s suppose that I do start teaching you what I’ve learned,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers. “Let’s suppose that I start to show you the parallel universes that surround us, the angels, the wisdom of nature, the mysteries of the Tradition of the Sun and the Tradition of the Moon. Then one day, you go into town to buy some food, and in the middle of the street, you meet the love of your life.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I wouldn’t know how to recognize him,” she thought, but decided to say nothing. This question was turning out to be more difficult than she’d imagined.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He feels the same and comes over to you. You fall in love with each other. You continue your studies with me. During the day, I teach you the wisdom of the Cosmos, and at night, he teaches &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;you the wisdom of Love. But there comes a moment when those two things can no longer coexist, and you have to choose.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Magus paused for a few seconds. Before he actually asked the question, he felt afraid of what the girl’s reply might be. Her coming there that evening meant the end of a stage in both their lives. He knew this, because he understood the traditions and intentions of Teachers. He needed her as much as she needed him, but she had to answer the question he put to her truthfully; that was the sole condition.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Now answer this question with total honesty,” he said at last, screwing up his courage. “Would you give up everything you had learned until then—all the possibilities and all the mysteries that the world of magic could offer you—in order to stay with the love of your life?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brida looked away. Around her lay the mountains and the forests, and down below, the lights in the village were beginning to come on; soon, families would be gathering around the table to have supper. They worked hard and honestly, they feared God, and they tried to help their fellow man. They did all these things because they had known love. Their lives had a reason, they could understand everything that was going on in the universe without ever having heard of things like the Tradition of the Sun and the Tradition of the Moon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I see no contradiction between my search and my personal happiness,” she said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Answer my question.” His eyes were still fixed on hers. “Would you give up everything for that man?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brida felt a tremendous urge to cry. It wasn’t so much a question, it was a choice, the most difficult choice anyone would have to make in life. It was something she’d already thought about a lot. There had been a time when nothing in the world was as important as herself. She’d had several boyfriends and had always believed that she loved each one, only to see love vanish from one moment to the next. Of all the things she’d experienced until then, love had been the most difficult. Just then, she was in love with someone slightly older than herself; he was studying physics and had a completely different vision of the world from hers. Once again, she was putting her belief in love, trusting her feelings, but she’d been disappointed so often before that she was no longer sure of anything. Nevertheless, this was the great gamble of her life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She continued to avoid the Magus’s gaze. Her eyes were fixed on the village and its twinkling lights. People had been trying to understand the universe through love ever since the beginning of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I’d give it all up,” she said at last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man standing before her, she thought, would never understand what went on in people’s hearts. He was a man who knew the power and the mystery of magic, but he didn’t know people. His hair was grizzled, his skin burned by the sun, and he had the physique of someone used to walking in the mountains. He was so very attractive, with eyes that revealed a soul full of answers, and he would once again be disappointed by the feelings of ordinary human beings. She was disappointed with herself, too, but she couldn’t lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Look at me,” said the Magus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brida felt ashamed, but did as he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You told the truth. I will be your Teacher.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Paulo Coelho, "Brida"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a certeza da resposta não extingue o sofrimento da escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-1521043951793734426?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/11/im-going-to-ask-you-question-he-said.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-2584884041899044243</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T11:50:38.334-02:00</atom:updated><title>10 signs of a spiritual awakening</title><description>&lt;iframe width="420" height="237" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/txTsbeuY5gM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-2584884041899044243?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/11/10-signs-of-spiritual-awakening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/txTsbeuY5gM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-94538397975877431</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T10:17:50.537-02:00</atom:updated><title>Sobre deixar o corpo</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Para o iogue, a morte não tem importância; ele não se importa com o momento em que morrerá. [...] Ele só se ocupa do viver, de como pode estar vivo para melhorar a humanidade. Depois de haver passado por vários tipos de dor em sua vida e de ter adquirido um certo domínio sobre a dor, o iogue desenvolve compaixão, passa a ajudar a sociedade e a se manter em estado de pureza e santidade. O iogue não tem outros interesses além desse.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    -- b.k.s. iyengar, &amp;quot;a árvore do ioga&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-94538397975877431?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/11/morte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-4666399817286578628</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T19:53:46.513-02:00</atom:updated><title>David Broza @ SP</title><description>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exUGPxnkOH8/TqSM6lB6IwI/AAAAAAAACeo/UQb9BqXdj6g/s1600/2011-10-23_19-44-12_606-726514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exUGPxnkOH8/TqSM6lB6IwI/AAAAAAAACeo/UQb9BqXdj6g/s320/2011-10-23_19-44-12_606-726514.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666809169139344130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-4666399817286578628?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/10/david-broza-sp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exUGPxnkOH8/TqSM6lB6IwI/AAAAAAAACeo/UQb9BqXdj6g/s72-c/2011-10-23_19-44-12_606-726514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-4365815279082668738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-31T16:06:28.832-03:00</atom:updated><title>"I collect bad wines"</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iCVhUvQft-s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-4365815279082668738?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/i-collect-bad-wines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iCVhUvQft-s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-7715272656223672429</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T11:32:14.709-03:00</atom:updated><title>"cuidar de amor exige mestria"</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="329" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MlshIA_pdXU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-- Oswaldo Montenegro, "Léo e Bia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-7715272656223672429?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/cuidar-de-amor-exige-mestria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MlshIA_pdXU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-8703574869312987491</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-30T11:45:00.815-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.ukpranichealing.co.uk/LFPH/Home_files/MCKS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.ukpranichealing.co.uk/LFPH/Home_files/MCKS.jpg" border="0" alt="MCKS" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Master Choa Kok Sui in his thirties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"He had to experiment what to do and what not to do [...] He used his own body as a laboratory [...] The more spiritual energy coming into your body, the more important is that your channels and energy centers have to be clean. So, let's say you eat a lot of meat or have a lot of blockages, and you do tremendous amount of meditation; with so much spiritual energy coming in, the blockages become worst. When that happens, the cells start to deteriorate. It's called aging. That's one of the main reasons why if you look at his pictures, he looks older than his age (36)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        -- Master Stephen Co. - Founder's Day 2011 (15-Aug-2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-8703574869312987491?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/more-spiritual-energy-coming-into-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-4083520841091627452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T11:29:56.630-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;desperdiçando os blues do Djavan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-4083520841091627452?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/desperdicando-os-blues-do-djavan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-7200252314963027287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-02T09:42:59.300-03:00</atom:updated><title>Sustentáculos de volta a Sampa!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6d4fTR6H8_Q/Tjfwt2dWDGI/AAAAAAAACPc/It6dDC9fZUc/s1600/Flyer%2BGaleria%2BValendo%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6d4fTR6H8_Q/Tjfwt2dWDGI/AAAAAAAACPc/It6dDC9fZUc/s400/Flyer%2BGaleria%2BValendo%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636238129180839010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-7200252314963027287?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/sustentaculos-de-volta-sampa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6d4fTR6H8_Q/Tjfwt2dWDGI/AAAAAAAACPc/It6dDC9fZUc/s72-c/Flyer%2BGaleria%2BValendo%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-2843846478920394510</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-01T17:38:32.800-03:00</atom:updated><title>QOTW</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eduardo, mi yogi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-- Master Nona Castro, 31/7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-2843846478920394510?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/08/qotw.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-5770041285695209551</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-25T14:15:30.288-03:00</atom:updated><title>Kabbalah and character building</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All texts on Jewish meditation stress that the person embarking on more advanced forms of meditation should first develop a strong internal discipline. This is very important, since higher states of consciousness are very enticing and it is possible to lose one's sense of reality. However, if a person is in control of his actions and emotions in general, he will also remain in control of his sense of reality. Rather than negate his life, his meditative experiences will enhance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this context that a common folk saying states that people who study Kabbalah go mad. This obviously does not mean the academic study of Kabbalah; although Kabbalah is a difficult intellectual discipline, it is no more dangerous than any other study. However, involvement in the more esoteric forms of Kabbalistic meditation can be dangerous to mental health, especially if the meditator proceeds without adequate preparation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-- Aryeh Kaplan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Jewish Meditation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-5770041285695209551?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/07/concerning-character-building.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-4035105363677798414</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T19:18:07.703-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;estás conmigo&lt;br /&gt;estamos cantando a la sombra de nuestra parra&lt;br /&gt;una canción que dice que uno sólo conserva lo que no amarra&lt;br /&gt;y sin tenerte,&lt;br /&gt;te tengo a vos y tengo a mi guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-- Jorge Drexler, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guitarra y Vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-4035105363677798414?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/07/estas-conmigo-estamos-cantando-la.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-5122666588279978915</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-25T14:14:20.023-03:00</atom:updated><title>A Ciência da Religião</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Devemos recordar que não fomos feitos para o sábado, mas o sábado foi feito para nós; não fomos feitos para as regras, mas as regras foram feitas para nós: elas mudam conforme mudamos. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Devemos aderir à essência de uma regra, e não nos aferrar dogmaticamente à sua forma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos, mudar as formas e os costumes implica mudar de uma religião para outra. Não obstante, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o significado mais profundos das doutrinas de todos os diferentes profetas é essencialmente o mesmo. A maioria das pessoas não compreende isso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um perigo semelhante no caso daqueles que são dotados de grande capacidade intelectual: eles tentam conhecer a Verdade Suprema apenas pelo exercício do intelecto; mas a Verdade Suprema só pode ser conhecida por experiência direta. A experiência direta é diferente da mera compreensão. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Não nos é possível compreender a doçura do açúcar se não o tivermos provado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos, todavia, imaginar antecipadamente os resultados possíveis a que este processo conduz e, então, parar de praticá-lo após curta tentativa. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas trabalharmos parcialmente e, após uma prática limitada, a interrompermos, o resultado almejado não virá. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um neófito em práticas espirituais, que tenta prejulgar a experiência dos peritos (os mestres e profetas de todos os tempos) assemelha-se à criança que procura imaginar como serão os cursos de pós-graduação&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-- Paramahansa Yogananda, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A Ciência da Religião"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-5122666588279978915?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/07/devemos-recordar-que-nao-fomos-feitos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-3156436631379974913</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T14:21:25.001-03:00</atom:updated><title>Futebol?</title><description>É, de fato alguma coisa está diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro foi aquela final de campeonato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem nos momentos da minha vida em que estive mais desplugado do meu time, nunca, NUNCA deixei de acompanhar um jogo decisivo. Podia não ter assistido nenhum jogo o campeonato inteiro mas, afinal, final era final, e eu me rendia aos caprichos da adrenalina e acompanhava aquela partida até o último minuto. De repente, nesta última, me flagrei quase indiferente. Preferi nem ligar a TV, fechar as janelas e ler. Mais tarde fui olhar o resultado na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois foi n'outro dia em que me vi novamente abraçado com uma garota assistindo jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente? Um saco, eu tava nem aí pr'aquilo! Curiosamente, desta vez só liguei porque ELA insistiu. Tensa com a partida, ela mal me dava espaço. Naquele momento senti compaixão pelas garotas do meu passado que tantas vezes inegociavelmente acompanharam jogos do meu time só para ficar um pouquinho mais ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a cidade respira outro jogo. Diga-se de passagem, do time de um grande amigo com quem no passado protagonizei tensas trocas de farpa pela rivalidade entre os nossos times. Há não muito, em situações semelhantes, já me vi extremamente preocupado, chateado ou eufórico por um jogo dessa grandeza de um time que nem o meu era. Hoje? Sincero? Até tento, mas não consigo torcer contra. A favor tampouco. Imaginar o e-mail que ele vai me escrever amanhã gozando é indiferente. Aliás, se de fato isto acontecer, ficarei até feliz pela quebra de jejum de semanas que estamos sem contato por culpa do fuso horário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, quase não me reconheço no garoto que há 3 anos escreveu esse aqui: &lt;a href="http://quarto.du.eti.br/2008/06/cinco-anos-desde-ltima-final-pela-tv-na.html" target="other"&gt;nada me acalma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Suddenly something has happened to me as I was having my cup of tea..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Animal Instinct", by Cranberries&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-3156436631379974913?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/06/futebol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-458496837567212523</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-16T11:23:00.767-03:00</atom:updated><title>concerning miracles</title><description>&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="293"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011/Blank/AaronOConnell_2011-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AaronOConnell-2011.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1160&amp;lang=por_pt&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=aaron_o_connell_making_sense_of_a_visible_quantum_objec;year=2011;theme=inspired_by_nature;theme=a_taste_of_ted2011;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;event=TED2011;tag=Science;tag=philosophy;tag=physics;&amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="400" height="293" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2011/Blank/AaronOConnell_2011-320k.mp4&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AaronOConnell-2011.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=1160&amp;lang=por_pt&amp;introDuration=15330&amp;adDuration=4000&amp;postAdDuration=830&amp;adKeys=talk=aaron_o_connell_making_sense_of_a_visible_quantum_objec;year=2011;theme=inspired_by_nature;theme=a_taste_of_ted2011;theme=new_on_ted_com;theme=what_s_next_in_tech;event=TED2011;tag=Science;tag=philosophy;tag=physics;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A velocidade da luz é uma constante ou um padrão matemático, não porque haja um valor absoluto nos 300.000 quilômetros por segundo, mas porque nenhum corpo material, cuja massa aumente com sua velocidade, pode jamais alcançar a velocidade da luz. Em outras palavras: só um corpo material, cuja massa fosse infinita, poderia igualar a velocidade da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta concepção nos leva à lei dos milagres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestres capazes de materializar e desmaterializar seus corpos e outros objetos, de mover-se com a velocidade da luz, e de utilizar os raios da luz criadora para produzir instantaneamente qualquer manifestação física, preencheram a condição da lei de Einstein: sua massa é infinita."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-- Paramahansa Yogananda, "Autobiografia de um Iogue", cap.30 "A Lei dos Milagres"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-458496837567212523?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/06/concerning-miracles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-992381893424102218</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-03T01:04:56.191-03:00</atom:updated><title>Karma</title><description>Peço desculpas àquelas que traí&lt;br /&gt;e à que esperava por mim quando viajando pra fora substituí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas àquelas com quem tardei pra acabar&lt;br /&gt;e às que só terminei ao ver data marcante se aproximar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas àquelas que tentei ver como mulher&lt;br /&gt;e à que em quase um ano eu não disse um "te amo" sequer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas àquelas que magoei sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;às que, egoísta e arrogante, ainda culpei por chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempo agradeço à que me ajudou a enxergar&lt;br /&gt;que com duas balanças não era justo ao pesar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à que boa parte da dívida me permitiu saldar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esta e a mim hoje eximo de culpa.&lt;br /&gt;A esta, enfim, também peço desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I killed your dreams&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I made your whole world rumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I told you lies&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I watched and let you stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad, but that's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Anouk, "Nobody's Wife"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-992381893424102218?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/05/karma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4002128332517452252.post-5565479189167758867</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-28T14:12:36.474-03:00</atom:updated><title>nunca antes na história...</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;90d100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...all over now, baby blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4002128332517452252-5565479189167758867?l=white.du.eti.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://white.du.eti.br/2011/04/nunca-antes-na-historia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Du!!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
