"När du verkligen vill någonting verkar hela universum för att du ska få din önskan uppfylld"

Bara vid sällsynta tillfällen utkommer en bok som kan förändra läsarnas liv fullständigt. Paulo Coelhos Alkemisten är en sådan bok. Med mer än 30 miljoner exemplar sålda världen över har den redan etablerat sig som en modern klassiker.
Alkemisten är den magiska historien om Santiago, en andalusisk herdepojke, som följer sin dröm om att finna en av världens dyrbaraste skatter. Från sitt hem i spanien reser han till marknaderna i Tanger och genom Egyptens öken till ett livsavgörande möte med alkemisten.
Historien om de skatter som Santiago finner på sin väg lär oss den viktigaste av alla visdomar: att lyssna till sitt hjärta, att förstå tecknen på livets väg och framför allt att följa sina drömmar.
Alkemisten är en av vår tids mest sålda böcker, har översatts till 56 språk och utgivits i 156 länder.


"Alkemisten är en vacker bok om magi, drömmar och de skatter vi sökeer långt bort för att sedan finna på vår tröskel."
--- Madonna

SuperBra bok :)

Zagami påstår att Coelho är NWOare... Madonna gillar honom...
Fast jag gillar honom också! Vem ska man lita på?
Jag lutar åt att lita minst på Zagami med sitt "satanistskägg"...

Han kan vara NWO:are utan att begripa den egentliga agendan... Kanske ska han få ett infopaket?

Quote:Snart påstår du väl att David Bowie är ond också

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futureframe
september 18, 2000



The Crux With Paulo Coelho

A Literary Controversy
by Carl D.Goerdeler

Any well-meaning editor or literature critic would probably have advised Paulo Coelho to give up writing immediately after his first book (" The Pilgrimage: A Contemporary Quest for Ancient Wisdom ") was published, for lack of talent.

And quite possibly, such editors did exist, because at first the " Pilgrimage " did not get beyond a small circle of esoteric publishing houses. But Paulo Coelho continued to write. In 1988 the " Alchemist " was published, another work packed with Christian mysticism, metaphysical mumbo-jumbo and cabbalism.

And this time, the publishers had to race to keep up with the demand; one print run chased the next – and not just in Brazil, the author's homeland, either, but all over the world. And from this time forth, Paulo Coelho produced volume after volume.

The literary critics fell silent, and the marketing squad took over. Paulo Coelho stormed to the top of the bestseller lists. His books have since sold 25 million copies and been translated into 39 languages. He is currently the most widely read author from Latin America. That itself is reason enough to take a closer look at him.

This can be done from a couple of different angles: on the one hand, one might ask why he is so successful, and on the other, one could critically examine his works.

The question of whether the quality of his success corresponds to the quality of his books is left open at first – including the issue of whether they shouldn't perhaps be filed under "esoteric writings" instead of "literature" in bookstores.

First, let's take his success: the heavens and the deep blue sea - he commands them both at the Copa Cabana, on the 9th floor along Avenida Atlantica. This is where the man lives who receives invitations from Bill Clinton and Boris Jelzin, the man that millions of readers go crazy about, pouring into his readings and hanging on his every word.

Paulo Coelho did not go out looking for success. He writes his books for himself – they are part of his quest for meaning. They are natural produce grown on the humus of European Christian mysticism. The Brazilian thing about them is that Paulo Coelho plays with this symbolism, but – unlike the works of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez or those of his compatriot Jorge Amado – his books have nothing to do with Latin America. However, Paulo Coelho believes that they do have something to do with a universal quest for meaning.

Paulo Coelho is clean. Very little blood is spilled in his bestsellers; violence and horror don't stand a chance. He polarizes people's opinions. Many think him a charlatan, a homeopath of the spirit, even a psychopath surfing the esoteric wave. Yet others are his disciples. But most of them think “perhaps there is something to it – to this search for voices and sounds beyond our mundane reality.” Coelho is no fake, because he writes what he really believes in.

And he is a gifted organizer, who gives new meaning to the phrase "literary mill." His homepage on the Internet is more professional than that of many an airline company. Half a mile from his residential loft, a computer-assisted office that would do an advertising agency proud takes care of his business. And his marketing department is headquartered in Barcelona. International publishing houses and agencies make sure he gets appointments and contracts. In fact, everything but the actual writing itself has been farmed out. The romantic portrait of the "poor poet" does not apply to him in the least.

And his work? Basically, his debut novel " The Pilgrimage. A Contemporary Request For Ancient Wisdom " is the chronology of a 55-day pilgrimage on the medieval path of enlightenment, to Santiago de Compostela.

A number of pious or curious souls still travel this path today; some of them alone, others assisted by an “alternative” travel company specialized in spiritual tourism.

Paulo Coelho, too, treads the path, but his descriptions are so colorless and wooden that they wouldn't even make it into a travel guide. His descriptions of villages ("lonely") and historical sites ("ruins"), the people ("sincere") and the landscape ("barren") are simplistic at best.

But naturalistic depictions are not what Paulo Coelho is after anyway. He describes only his quest for a "sword" promised to him by the “master" of an obscure Catholic lodge – if, that is, he passes the "tests" along the path of enlightenment. In order to do so, he requires a "guide" named "Petrus," who suddenly shows up from out of the jungle.

The path to enlightenment is apparently an obstacle path – along it, Paulo Coelho is attacked by rabid hellhounds, and has to climb through a waterfall to get to the Tree of Knowledge, finally to receive the highest grace, i.e. his "sword" at the sight of a gentle lamb. All this happens, appropriately, in a ruined abbey in front of the “master's” holy grail.

The story Paulo Coelho serves up to us is as hard to digest as a Brazilian Feijoada made of pig's ears and feet, thick beans and cornmeal.

He has taken elements from alchemy kitchens, medieval mysticism, black magic, the ultraism of his adored Jorge Luis Borges, the spiritism of an Alan Kardec, and the miracle healings of "Dr.Fritz" (a medium famous throughout Brazil), and who knows what else, to concoct a dish that would turn your stomach.

Moreover, Paulo Coelho is self-taught. When he cites St. Augustine, Bernhard of Clairvaux, Hildegard of Bingen, or any other luminaries, you get the feeling that all his knowledge comes from books. Coelho a Syncretist? That is something he would deny vehemently. But of course he is one if we want to avoid the word "sensationalism."

In reality, Coelho is concerned about just one thing: me, me, me. This becomes especially clear in his most recent work: " Veronika Decides to Die ". That is why this novel is more authentic and honest than much of the other stuff he wrote.

In " Veronika ," a young woman in Ljubljana attempts suicide, which lands her in a psychiatric clinic where she discovers her "real life" – because the clinic's doctor persuades her that she only has a few more days left to live due to a heart defect: an interesting plot.

And what does Paulo Coelho turn it into? Not a novel, but a script. It wouldn't be a surprise if Hollywood decides to snap up " Veronika ," because of course the novel has a happy end: Veronika leaves the madhouse to begin a new, bizarre, i.e. unconventional life, accompanied by "Edward". And "Edward" is none other than Paulo Coelho himself.

Paulo Coelho, the coddled, bored child of a wealthy Rio de Janeiro family, was put in the psychiatric ward by his parents because of eccentric behavior (drugs, mysticism, artist's temper).

That is not at all funny. It completely threw Coelho off the bourgeois track. He doesn't deny allegations that his writing helps him to deal with this trauma. Perhaps his amazing success is one way to prove to his still-living father how right his long-ago decision not to study law was.

One could poke fun at the story, but fact is that art often is born from injury. And that is why the deeper causes behind Coelho's work (he earned his first few thousand with protest songs), are by no means reprehensible.

Still and all: his issues are far from "dealt with." His language is poor, the characters in his books might as well have been taken from dime-store novels. And he, the narrator, knows everything right from the start. The mysticism he hints at does not make its way into the actual writing.

No sex, no crime, no passion: no suspense, just one chapter after another. Coelho, the Catholic, is a cross the literary world evidently has to bear. He has no intention of producing belles-lettres; he just wants to write about his ego trip. So far, so good. But do we really have to read it? Apparently yes. His poetry readings are sold out. He is welcomed like a state dignitary: Paulo Coelho, the magician, the seer.

This, meanwhile, should give us pause. Obviously, he strikes a chord that is longing to be heard. His invitation to readers to break free of their chains, follow their dreams – but stay away from political action, all point to it. Coelho avoids any reference to his country's reality. He remains the coddled upper-class child of the Copa Cabana.

For them, the "Zona Norte," i.e. the part that Christ turns his back on in the Corcovado (Rio's famous landmark), is a blank spot on the map. That is where the majority of "Cariocas" lives in shacks.

Paulo Coelho's quest for meaning and that of his readers is nothing more than the soul-searching of bored contemporaries. Paulo Coelho embodies the autism of his country's wealthy classes and those of the rest of the world in the face of our planet's real problems. By all means do your pilgrimage on the way to Santiago de Compostela, but for god's sake don't venture into the slums of the favela: after all, gazing at the sea and sky is so much more elevating.


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© 2000, www.morgenwelt.de, Hamburg/Berlin, Germany

http://www.hp.com/united-states/coelho/2007/index.html

http://paulocoelhoblog.com/

After a supernatural experience, described in The Valkyries, Coelho left the society.

Later in Holland he met a person (whom he would refer to as "J" throughout The Valkyries, The Pilgrimage and his website "Warriors of Light online") who changed his life and Coelho was driven towards Christianity. He said he became member of a Catholic group called Regnus Agnus Mundi, with J as its leader. However, he is the only source for the existence of the group and the Latin name is fake. In 1986 he walked along the Road of Santiago, an ancient Spanish pilgrimage and his book The Pilgrimage describes his final initiation.
http://bestuff.com/stuff/paulo-coelho

Har läst en del av Coelho. Finner vissa hyllningar till NWO och får skumma känslor av hans böcker, kan ju bara vara slump. Samhället är rätt så NWO-inspirerat.

Främst så talar han mycket om olika ordnar och den katolska kyrkans riddare. Kommer ihåg en scen från en av hans böcker där han talar om pengar och nämnar en del positivt om en bankchef. Skicklig författare.

Om han är så mycket för eller emot NWO och hur insatt han är vet jag inte. Intressant läsning hur som helst.

Quote:

http://www.illuminati-news.com/120506a.htm

text:
One thing people are not aware of is that the back beat and the rhythm in rock music have very occult origins and go back to the Mystery Schools of old Babylon. But even if we stay within the 20th Century, we find that rock music is something that was born out of the occult traditions. Modern rock music can be traced back to the teachings of the 20th Century occultist, illuminist and ‘Satanist’ Aleister Crowley (1875-1947). This is why so many rock stars are into Crowley’s stuff. The Beatles were into him, and so are/were the Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath, Sting, Jim Morrison, David Bowie, Elton John, Led Zeppelin and many, many more. Jimmy Page from Led Zeppelin, by the way, is probably the most fanatic Crowley disciple in the music industry, ever. He once had the 2nd largest Crowley collection of books and occult material in the world, and even bought Crowley’s old residence near Loch ness in Scotland. Some people say Crowley was not an Illuminist, but that is not true. He was a 99th degree of the Order of Memphis and Misraïm, which actually is the REAL Illuminati Order, where a few selected people go after have completed the 33 degrees of Freemasonry. More on the Illuminati degrees can be studied here: http://www.illuminati-news.com/112606c.htm. Crowley was a black magician, no matter what people think. His magick (spelled with a k at the end to separate it from stage magic, and some ‘evil tongues’ say the k also stands for black, like in black magick) is commonly used by the black magicians within the Illuminati.

När allt kommer omkring kanske db är lite NWO... fast jag tänker tycka han är bra ändå
Tänker speciellt på texten till We are hungry men
Parsifal: Jag håller med dig att det är svårt att veta vem man ska lita på... Jag går mycket på känsla, men det tycker t ex novax att det borde förbjudas

Here is the news
According to the latest world population survey
The figures have reached danger point, my god
London 15 million 75 thousand
New York 80 million
Paris 15 million and 30
China 1000 million
Billington-Spa: lots

My studies included suffragy
I formed my own society
to study the power of fecundity
The world will overpopulate
Unless you claim infertility
So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

I propose to give the pill
Free of charge to those that feel
That they are not infertible
The crops of few, the cattle gun
There's only one way to linger on
So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

(spoken)
Achtung, achtung, these are your orders
Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air
Will be slaughtered and cremated
Only one cubic foot of air is...

I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion
We will turn a blind eye to infanticide

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

You don't seem to hear me clear
Do I talk above your sphere?
Let me explain my project dear
Show you how I'll save the world
Or let it die within the year
Why do you look that way at me, your messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

We are hungry men
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to eat you

Paulo Coelho är en platt låtsasmystiker. En ytlig och trist författare som tar lite uttryck här och lite där för att få till en slags ytlig magisk känsla.
Lika äkta som Harry Potter...knappt.

Harry Potter för 60-åriga ensamma tanter.

Vill ni istället hitta den "äkta" varan, med ett djup och en oförklarlighet och praktiskt överförbara upplevelser till den "riktiga" världen rekommenderar jag utan att sväva en sekund på målet: Carlos Castaneda!

Där finner ni VERKLIG mystik och magi. Som dessutom går att pröva själv.

Tips: Ta andra halvan av första boken (samtal med Don Juan) med en rejäl nypa salt, eftersom den handlar väldigt mycket om hans experiment med tre olika traditionella mexikanska droger. Han tar även själv avstånd från detta i de senare böckerna.

Ni hittar Castaneda på de flesta bibliotek och i bokhandlare typ Vattumannen på drottninggatan i Stockholm.

Quote:Så du kallar mig för 60-årig gammal tant?

Quote:Känns som om jag kommit fram till samma sak som honom då, eftersom jag också tagit avstånd från droger... Utom DMT, men det har man ju i den förlängda märgen ändå...