<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:51:39.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Playboy MasterPeaces</title><subtitle type='html'>"Penso, logo existo!" é uma frase que ganha novos contornos todos os dias... "Everybody's a God" - ZJ's word. "Choose your future. Choose life."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-6981433555648097456</id><published>2007-06-04T11:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:48:50.515Z</updated><title type='text'>ECLIPSE movements!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eclipse-news.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Rlua5DToYAI/AAAAAAAAADA/d1uC1EVoSbg/s320/logo_eclipse_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069816110466490370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has begun! The &lt;a href="http://eclipse-news.blogspot.com/"&gt;ECLIPSE&lt;/a&gt; is in this virtual space! :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can find out more about Eclipse and it's ongoing activities ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://masterpeace-project.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;masterpeace-project.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Masterpeace Dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-6981433555648097456?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6981433555648097456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=6981433555648097456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/6981433555648097456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/6981433555648097456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/06/eclipse-movements.html' title='ECLIPSE movements!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Rlua5DToYAI/AAAAAAAAADA/d1uC1EVoSbg/s72-c/logo_eclipse_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-462200450309793461</id><published>2007-05-21T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:38:49.825Z</updated><title type='text'>The Light Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RlFnNDToX6I/AAAAAAAAACY/jIPFhPcUk6o/s1600-h/zorro_light_saber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RlFnNDToX6I/AAAAAAAAACY/jIPFhPcUk6o/s320/zorro_light_saber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066944529692123042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;May the Force be with me... Olé! :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-462200450309793461?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/462200450309793461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=462200450309793461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/462200450309793461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/462200450309793461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/05/light-force.html' title='The Light Force'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RlFnNDToX6I/AAAAAAAAACY/jIPFhPcUk6o/s72-c/zorro_light_saber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-6435982023734092497</id><published>2007-05-15T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:06:01.408Z</updated><title type='text'>"El Espíritu" in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmSqhRVVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/vOu2g8BKl1k/s1600-h/cristo-Angelo+de+Mattia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmSqhRVVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/vOu2g8BKl1k/s320/cristo-Angelo+de+Mattia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064740515138065538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Cristo" - by Angelo de Mattia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm aware that what ever happens to me now is that life no longer is something to be affraid of, but instead something we should really consider that is a beautiful thing to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm only amazed to what is really happening to me now I'm looking for something I don't know how to describe. But sometimes in life we don't really say what is really on our minds because we think that people will say that you are crazy. The most important thing in life is to have FUN, FUN, FUN!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do I do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Try to let go of your stupid but 'meaningful' thoughts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-6435982023734092497?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6435982023734092497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=6435982023734092497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/6435982023734092497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/6435982023734092497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-espritu-in-me.html' title='&quot;El Espíritu&quot; in me'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmSqhRVVII/AAAAAAAAAB4/vOu2g8BKl1k/s72-c/cristo-Angelo+de+Mattia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-7331220778781723219</id><published>2007-05-15T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:40:15.778Z</updated><title type='text'>I want to Be... Free... I want to be Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmKWBRVVHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mEcd7dxN6uw/s1600-h/peregrine-falcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmKWBRVVHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mEcd7dxN6uw/s320/peregrine-falcon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064731366857725042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Flying High", by Emily Eaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, I loose perspective...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I know that "everything is good", I 'forget' that "everything is god" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what happens is that I think too much and I feel too little... and it should be the other way around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my mission now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to Feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To feel everything and to get rid of my "stupid but 'meaningful' thoughts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Special thanks to the Magic Kingdom creatures, which are leading my way through the darkside of myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-7331220778781723219?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7331220778781723219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=7331220778781723219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/7331220778781723219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/7331220778781723219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-be-free-i-want-to-be-me.html' title='I want to Be... Free... I want to be Me!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkmKWBRVVHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mEcd7dxN6uw/s72-c/peregrine-falcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-5566489272303206082</id><published>2007-05-14T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:28:41.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNeRRVVEI/AAAAAAAAABY/sUqP9Cm9r-8/s1600-h/unplug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNeRRVVEI/AAAAAAAAABY/sUqP9Cm9r-8/s320/unplug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453332149818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unplugged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNsBRVVGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rqe3bwMhrTQ/s1600-h/no_sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNsBRVVGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Rqe3bwMhrTQ/s320/no_sound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453568373019746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SOUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNjxRVVFI/AAAAAAAAABg/YMvBBzjopjM/s1600-h/no_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNjxRVVFI/AAAAAAAAABg/YMvBBzjopjM/s320/no_picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453426639098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NO PICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-5566489272303206082?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5566489272303206082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=5566489272303206082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/5566489272303206082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/5566489272303206082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/05/unplugged.html' title='Unplugged...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RkiNeRRVVEI/AAAAAAAAABY/sUqP9Cm9r-8/s72-c/unplug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-1110047401525382960</id><published>2007-04-24T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:27:38.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Tatoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ri3PaugzV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDm0t4Yt0_c/s1600-h/enki_bilal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056926014676096978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ri3PaugzV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDm0t4Yt0_c/s320/enki_bilal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enki Bilal - Tatoo Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-1110047401525382960?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1110047401525382960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=1110047401525382960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/1110047401525382960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/1110047401525382960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/04/titulo-de-teste.html' title='Tatoo'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ri3PaugzV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDm0t4Yt0_c/s72-c/enki_bilal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-4226765793784444272</id><published>2007-04-05T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:14:24.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Fourth dimension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RhURmbCwimI/AAAAAAAAABI/4ydLuiMO0q4/s1600-h/200px-Tesseract.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RhURmbCwimI/AAAAAAAAABI/4ydLuiMO0q4/s320/200px-Tesseract.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049961908957907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3D projection of a rotating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesseract" title="Tesseract"&gt;tesseract&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The concept of a fourth dimension is one that is often described in considering its physical implications; that is, it is known that there are three dimensions: length (or depth), width, and height. The fourth dimension is orthogonal to the other three spatial dimensions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cardinal directions in the three known dimensions are called up/down (altitude), north/south (latitude), and east/west (longitude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When speaking of the fourth dimension, an additional pair of terms is needed. Attested terms include ana/kata (sometimes called spissitude or spassitude), vinn/vout (used by Rudy Rucker), and upsilon/delta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fourth dimension is often identified with time, and as such is used to explain space-time in Einstein's theories of special relativity and general relativity. In this case, the concept of an additional spatial dimension would be referred to as the fifth dimension." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in Wikipedia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-4226765793784444272?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/4226765793784444272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=4226765793784444272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/4226765793784444272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/4226765793784444272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/04/fourth-dimension.html' title='Fourth dimension'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RhURmbCwimI/AAAAAAAAABI/4ydLuiMO0q4/s72-c/200px-Tesseract.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-8472399256380571406</id><published>2007-01-17T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:41:21.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Genie vs Wishmaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ra6zd5Kj4sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ej4AWKOefb0/s1600-h/wishmaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ra6zd5Kj4sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ej4AWKOefb0/s320/wishmaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021147960707375810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you remember the story about the &lt;strong&gt;Genie&lt;/strong&gt; of the Lamp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I think it's in "What the *bleep* do we know?" that they explain a theory about the Genie always being seen as a huge figure up in the sky, saying: "Your wish is my command...". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Genie is a metaphore for the Universe, who is always willing to fullfill all our wishes and desires, just by the power of Thought and Intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how the Law of Attraction seems to work. We just have to ask the Universe for what we want and 'he' WILL provide! He's a real nice 'Dude'! :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 3 wish limitation is also a metaphore referring to our human nature, as we think everything is limited or that it could be more probable to come true if we ask only for a few things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Example: When we wish to have the correct numbers for Euromilhões or the Lottery, most of people say: "ok, it could be the 2nd prize... that would be enough".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course the 2nd prize is a whole lot of money anyway, but the 'problem' is that sometimes behind that thought is the WRONG idea (in my opinion) that somehow it would be more probable to happen, if people are asking a little bit less than the whole thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shouldn't be "poor" asking for our wishes... it doesn't make sense... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what I would like you to do is to use this post to comment &lt;strong&gt;your greatest wishes&lt;/strong&gt;, without letting your human mind interfering... which means that you shouldn't 'think' if things are more or less probable to happen or if you are worthy or not of having those wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Very important: don't think of what other people might think or even comment. You will easily see that that would impose huge limitations to your "wishing habilities" - has it happens to happen on our day-to-day lives ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;ask for the most amazing thing&lt;/strong&gt; you would like to happen in your life!!! And then, sit back and be prepared to receive it! We can be our own &lt;strong&gt;Wishmaster&lt;/strong&gt;! Like Nike says: Just do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like those other guys say: Smile like you mean it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-8472399256380571406?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8472399256380571406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=8472399256380571406&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8472399256380571406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8472399256380571406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/01/genie-vs-wishmaster.html' title='Genie vs Wishmaster'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/Ra6zd5Kj4sI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ej4AWKOefb0/s72-c/wishmaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-5168160787697151953</id><published>2007-01-05T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:14:46.739Z</updated><title type='text'>As always, I want EVERYTHING!!! I want it ALL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZ49UJY9htI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jdYh_x3BU6k/s1600-h/gold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZ49UJY9htI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jdYh_x3BU6k/s320/gold.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016514451264603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone very important to me told me, for several times, that we can't have everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even more: that I always want everything and things don't work that way. And I would feel frustration if I kept thinking like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always considered myself as an idealist. Even though, not fundamentalistic about my own ideas. Anyway, I tried to struggle for Everything and tried not to be frustrated when things didn't go as I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess that, deep in my heart, even if my mind 'would want to believe' that we can really have everything, I didn't really feel that I could have everything... maybe I didn't diserve it, just maybe I wasn't worthy of it, maybe it really is true that we can't have everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, but some things have come to my knowledge, that I'm now trying to push into my heart (without forcing, of course), which concern the fact that, not only can we have anything we want, we can have Everything, but most important, that's the way to do it! The correct way, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a fraction of my life example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the last few years of my life, I have changed a lot about the way I think about money. I used to be a very ambicious guy (not greedy, but ambicious). I wanted to be wealthy, not stinkingly rich, but to be able to have a good lifestyle, being able to travel around the world, to buy things as I pleased, not for the purpose of having them, but for the purpose of having fun with them. Not an ownership perspective, but a use-as-you-like perspective ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a lot of different reasons and situations in my life, that "objective" seemed to loose it's importance and I started to loose my "love for the money" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used it as I pleased. When it would ran out, I would just work for some more - easy. And that went well for some time... After a while, I realized that when I had some savings, extraordinary bills appeared from nowhere and I would clean all my "extra" money (that fortunately (!?!?!?) I didn't spend on that trip I wanted, because I was afraid that some extraordinary expense would appear).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But on the other side, when I didn't have any savings and some extra expense would appear, the money would appear from wherever... It's true. It really did... but actually, looking back, I can say that I always believed that I would find a way to treat that "problem" easily... and I always did. Even if it wasn't a conscious mind thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long story short, I just got used to that reality and lived by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I started to dive deeper in my personal spiritual development, things got worse, concerning my "love for the money". Now, money just seemed like something even more stupid to be a life focus: working for money, living for work and not working for living... so I started to pay attention to other things and I would just "work for the money", because I needed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, maybe someday (soon) I will try to explain what I have understood from my life in the last few months, but I want to say now is that: I attracted to my life EXACTLY what I was thinking and feeling. Which seemed good at the time (and it was important for my personal development), but didn't work! I attract a no-money situation, based only on "cash for spendings&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my opinion, the thing is: we don't have to loose anything from the material world, to be more spiritual. What I have to understand is that I should have one foot on each side. Live life in the material world, with a spiritual perspective/understanding and behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest about it, I think I always knew this, from the moment I understood that I don't want to be spiritual in Tibete, but rather be spiritual in the roughness of the "wild" civilization!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we CAN have Everything: Happiness, Love, Peace, Harmony, Joy... and Money, Cars, Boats, Trips, Amazing Houses... the whole lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, now, I LOVE THE MONEY!!! (again, but even more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this all sums up to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CAN/WANT TO BE A SPIRITUAL MILLIONAIRE!!!&lt;/span&gt; ;-))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not wrong! It's not blasfemy! It's the correct way to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Laws of Abundance and Attraction exist and work! I just forget it sometimes... I guess it's my human nature ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Just a curiosity: "Golden" is one of the most wonderful universe energy colours. Lots of love in it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-5168160787697151953?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5168160787697151953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=5168160787697151953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/5168160787697151953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/5168160787697151953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-always-i-want-everything-i-want-it.html' title='As always, I want EVERYTHING!!! I want it ALL!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZ49UJY9htI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jdYh_x3BU6k/s72-c/gold.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-8975839126618665680</id><published>2007-01-03T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:03:28.033Z</updated><title type='text'>MAD 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvgQAiX2BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w855-nXCFVg/s1600-h/psicadelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvgQAiX2BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w855-nXCFVg/s320/psicadelic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015849175633877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD 2007! This is my wish!&lt;br /&gt;For me and for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marvellous, Amazing and Delicious 2007&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this year to be the best year ever, full of Love and Joy!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean the corny side of "love and joy"... I really mean "LOVE" and "JOY" :-))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness just happens to happen when we "use" one of those two "tools". So... GIVE IT TO ME, Baby!!!&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/20534249-8975839126618665680?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8975839126618665680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=8975839126618665680&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8975839126618665680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8975839126618665680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/01/mad-2007.html' title='MAD 2007'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvgQAiX2BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w855-nXCFVg/s72-c/psicadelic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-8448277652050075337</id><published>2007-01-03T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:42:10.740Z</updated><title type='text'>... and on the 3rd Day, hE came back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvZTQiX2AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ukC33xuxJd4/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvZTQiX2AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ukC33xuxJd4/s320/rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015841534887057410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... from under the rock hE was hiding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! I'm finally back do LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry for this hiatus, but I should consider it as something I "needed"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask: "Ah, and such, but why didn't you write just a little something, and such...?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I would say: "Because I didn't have anything positive to say..."&lt;br /&gt;And you go: "Bahh..."&lt;br /&gt;And I go: "I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;And you say: "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;And I say: "Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went from the Top of the World, on a quick dive to the Center of the Earth... unfortunately I didn't take any pictures... lightening problems (as we say in the industry) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOW, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Energy Spree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's nice to be here!&lt;br /&gt;Special THANKS to all my friends around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's bugaloo 'till we puke!" ;-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-8448277652050075337?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8448277652050075337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=8448277652050075337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8448277652050075337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/8448277652050075337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-on-3rd-day-he-came-back.html' title='... and on the 3rd Day, hE came back...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/RZvZTQiX2AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ukC33xuxJd4/s72-c/rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115868717935463690</id><published>2006-09-19T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:11:51.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Trekking to the "Top of the world"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/DSCN0385.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/DSCN0385.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/DSCN0391.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/DSCN0391.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/DSCN0359.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/DSCN0359.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/DSCN0403.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/DSCN0403.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of my one day trip to the "Top of the World" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was held near Pescanseco Fundeiro, which is a very small portuguese village up North.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for about a week and one day a group of about 25 people (cousins and friends) decided to go trekking to the nearest dam - Barragem de Santa Luzia - which you can see in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Pescanseco round 6 o'clock in the morning and got to the dam about 12 o'clock, where we had our well-earned swim ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115868717935463690?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115868717935463690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115868717935463690&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115868717935463690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115868717935463690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/09/trekking-to-top-of-world.html' title='Trekking to the &quot;Top of the world&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115757647934681382</id><published>2006-09-06T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:34:58.416Z</updated><title type='text'>OWF: ONE WORLD - Summer Festival 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/oneworld.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/oneworld.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The English Event - Kent, Sevenoaks - 7th to 13th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Holistic health - Macrobiotics - Arts &amp; Crafts - Music - Cookery - Sport - Dance - Natural Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said before, I attended this Wonderful Festival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was an amazing experience with lots of amazing and unbelievable life experiences... I really mean "unbelievable", because some of the things I did, you have to do it yourself to believe in it... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had one of the most wonderful weeks of my life. I had lots of fun and spent an entire week laughing and smiling! I learned a lot about lots of things and I experimented lots of things too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met lots of interesting people, from different parts of the world (but mainly Europe, of course), with different knowledge, interests, points of view, etc., but (most of them) with a feature that I really like: open minded! - you don't have to agree, just let it BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were some other kind of "dishwashing people", who would want you to do or not to do somethings, but the best way out of that was very simple: just laught and have fun with it!!! And we did! ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to emphasize that I met 4 "lovely people" - from Italy, Poland, Portugal and Slovenia - with whom I spent a lot of my time with and had a "reeeealy" :) good time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I learned a lot of "interesting" words in too :-))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Thanks guys! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am very glad to have met you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/flags.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About the Festival itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Set in beautiful Kent countryside, the One World Festival is a truly magical mid-summer event. Individuals and families come together from all over the world to share a week in a unique atmosphere of rest and activity, fun and freedom, challenge and adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One World Summer Festival presents over 200 workshops and lectures throughout the week, with separate activity programmes for teens and children of all age groups."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it was just like that!&lt;br /&gt;There were about 800 people attending the Festival, from which I would say more than 100 were children and teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked like this: I would wake up early in the morning (~6h30) to prepare myself for the first activity of the day, that would start at 7h00. At 8h00, I would take a shower, get dressed and eat breakfast, while looking at the programme (where is my F***-** booklet?), trying to decide, among 13 activities, what would I like to do next...&lt;br /&gt;After that workshop/lecture/seminar/activity (whatever I had chosen), I had a 30m break to decide what to attend next... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could (and I did) attend 1 activity early in the morning, 2 events in the morning and 2 more in the afternoon, after my macrobiotic (blargh!) lunch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the evening and at night, there were 3 more events possible to attend to, from 20h until 24h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I chose the green wrist band... it wasn't such a good idea. I like healthy food and occasionally I eat vegetarian food, but this was very hard to handle. Not even fruit (?!?!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the third day of having miso soap at breakfast and eating unidentified food (?) elements, seeds and strange flavoured "things", I was really looking forward to eat regular food - we went to town to buy simple things as ham, bread, cookies and fruit... and we made a "food party" in the - warmest :) - tent we could find ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming back to the activities, I think the best way is to tell you what I have done during these days, so lets begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Monday, 7th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13h30: Arrival to the Gatwick Airport&lt;br /&gt;14h05: Gatwick Airport train station&lt;br /&gt;15h30: Arrival to Sevenoaks train station (after two changes)&lt;br /&gt;16h00: Arrival to the Campsite (after walking 20m with my backpack in the wrong direction, and returning to the train station to get a cab. 5m to campsite, no worries...)&lt;br /&gt;16h05: Assembling my tent&lt;br /&gt;16h30: Information Office (registration(?) and GREEN wrist band)&lt;br /&gt;18h00: Welcome Circle (Oficial OWF opening)&lt;br /&gt;18h30: Macrobiotic Dinner&lt;br /&gt;20h00: Hang around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 8th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07h00-08h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tai-Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08h00-09h00: Shower and Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;09h00-10h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Emotional Kinesiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11h00-12h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuad Thai Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13h00-14h30: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;14h30-16h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Japanese Sword Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16h30-18h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Didgeridoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h30-20h00: Shower and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;20h00-21h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h00-22h30: Walkabout...&lt;br /&gt;22h30-24h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ecstatic Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 9th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07h00-08h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Qi Gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08h00-09h00: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;09h00-10h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Life Coaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11h00-12h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuad Thai Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13h00-14h30: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;14h30-16h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Djembe Percussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16h30-18h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Overtoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h30-20h00: Shower and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;20h00-21h00: Walkabout...&lt;br /&gt;21h00-22h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Live Music (various)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and Drum Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h30-24h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Five Rhythms Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 10th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07h00-08h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mobilise Mind and Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08h00-09h00: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;09h00-10h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dancing Chi / Orgomovement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11h00-12h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuad Thai Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13h00-14h30: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;14h30-16h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Facial and Body Diagnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16h30-18h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cosmic Energy Alignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h30-20h00: Shower and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;20h00-21h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Story Telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h00-22h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Belly Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h30-24h00: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 11th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07h00-08h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Vibrant Morning Meditation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08h00-09h00: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;09h00-10h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dancing Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11h00-12h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuah Thai Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13h00-14h30: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;14h30-16h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Improvisional Comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16h30-18h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Inner Way to Reawakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h30-21h30: Moving Tent, Shower and Dinner&lt;br /&gt;22h00-24h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Search for "Sacred Sex Room" and Private Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24h00-.......: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tent party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 12th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10h00-10h30: Shower&lt;br /&gt;11h00-12h30: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nuad Thai Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13h00-14h30: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;14h30-16h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Introduction to Lo-Pan Feng-Shui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16h30-18h00: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capture the Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h30-20h00: Shower&lt;br /&gt;20h00-22h00: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Indian restaurant dinner in Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22h00-.......: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Party @ the café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 13th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12h00-12h30: Shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12h30-14h30: Italian breakfast in Town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15h00-18h00: Walkabout... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18h30-20h00: Shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20h00-23h00: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian restaurant dinner in Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23h00-.......: Walkabout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 14th August 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;08h00-09h00: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;09h00-10h30: Disassembling Tent and preparing backpacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10h30-13h00: Train station - Sevenoaks-Tonbridge-Gatwick&lt;br /&gt;13h10-13h40: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for plane, estimated departure at 13h50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14h50-17h00: Arrival at Lisboa Airport, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coming to an end of a perfect, perfect, perfect week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I have done during this OWF event... and as I told before, there are lots of things I want to share with you about some of these workshops and activities, but I will do it slowly, one by one... I hope you will like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-115757647934681382?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115757647934681382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115757647934681382&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115757647934681382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115757647934681382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/09/owf-one-world-summer-festival-2006.html' title='OWF: ONE WORLD - Summer Festival 2006'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115704392927444023</id><published>2006-08-31T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:05:29.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to (work?)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/7810750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/7810750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back from my holidays and, finally, I'm posting something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had some amazing, wonderful, unbelievable vacations and I have lots of things to tell and to share! One at a time, I think it should be the best way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of those things is that I'll be writing some of my posts in english... even if my English vocabulary and grammar aren't perfect... I will try my best ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feel free to comment as you feel most confortable, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my holidays... Three parts:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One World - Summer Festival 2006 &lt;/span&gt;- UAU!!!!!!! Unforgettable week! I had so much fun as I wouldn't imagine! Well, I did imagine, but... ;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relaxing moments&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most wonderful kid&lt;/span&gt; in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Not so relaxing, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice family moments&lt;/span&gt;, from which I should emphasise an amazing trip to "the top of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've seen, learned and want to share with you, I will write on my next posts... I guess it will take me a long time, specially the One World Festival experiences... one at a time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, my dear blogosphere friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours friendly,&lt;br /&gt;Masterpeace Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115704392927444023?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115704392927444023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115704392927444023&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115704392927444023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115704392927444023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to (work?)...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115401094047183829</id><published>2006-07-27T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:37:12.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma destas, pode ser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Uma%20Thurman%20-%20Various.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Uma%20Thurman%20-%20Various.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's oficial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez por uma questão de coerência ou, quiçá, sanidade, de vez em quando, noto que a adoração a alguns dos meus "ídolos" se vai alterando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem é que eu seja muito de "adorações", mas... sempre tive um, um "je ne sais qua!" (ou se calhar até sei) pela Patricia Arquette, obviamente, desde o Lost Highway, que é um filme que está bem colocado no meu top #5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis senão quando me apercebi, que esta havia sido "cilindrada" por Uma outra artista... não uma qualquer... mas sim A Grande Uma: a Uma Thurman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foxy! Foxy ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Patricia_Arquette_various.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Patricia_Arquette_various.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115401094047183829?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115401094047183829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115401094047183829&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115401094047183829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115401094047183829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/uma-destas-pode-ser_27.html' title='Uma destas, pode ser?'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115333086218788450</id><published>2006-07-19T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:23:30.450Z</updated><title type='text'>À escala planetária...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/escala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/escala1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/escala2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/escala2.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/escala3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/escala3.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/escala4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/escala4.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para corpo celeste, este Arcturus está bem "desenvolvidinho"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena clicar nas imagens para perceber as legendas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115333086218788450?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115333086218788450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115333086218788450&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115333086218788450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115333086218788450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/escala-planetria.html' title='À escala planetária...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115332394666992343</id><published>2006-07-19T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:20:54.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Ritual Trance Dance - uma experiência xamânica altamente recomendável!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/TranceDance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/TranceDance2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TranceDance: Entering Our Body/Mind Consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By dancing within the seclusion of darkness we discover parallel realities where solutions to seemingly unsolvable problems are possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Wilbert Alix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine darkness so intense and so complete covering you like a velvet blanket. A blackness that cuts you off from the everyday world, forcing you to draw deep into yourself, a blackness that makes you see with your heart instead of your eyes.You can't see, but your eyes seem open. You are isolated, but you know you are united with all living things. And out of darkness comes the roaring of the drums, the sound of the prayers. And among these sounds your ears catch the voices of the spirits, ghostlike, whispering to you from unseen lips. You feel the wings of birds brushing your face; feel the light touch of a feather on your skin. And always you hear the throbbing drums filling the empty space inside yourself, making you forget things that clutter your mind, making your body sway to their rhythm”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Robbie Robertson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui experimentar um &lt;a href="http://www.injoy.pt/workshops/ritual_trance_alix.htm"&gt;Ritual de Trance Dance&lt;/a&gt; e ADOREI! Vou repetir e repetir e repetir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho vivamente a experiência. É 'realmente' um "encontro espiritual"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um processo que nos leva a uma perda de noção de espaço e de tempo e, por conseguinte, nos permite ligação a "outra realidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito interessante!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais info &lt;a href="http://www.trancedance.com/index.php?SID=115329768211&amp;amp;page=trancedance.php"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-115332394666992343?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115332394666992343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115332394666992343&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115332394666992343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115332394666992343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/ritual-trance-dance-uma-experincia.html' title='Ritual Trance Dance - uma experiência xamânica altamente recomendável!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115323328666640788</id><published>2006-07-18T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:34:46.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Tao, tao...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/tai-chi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/tai-chi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O Taoísta não tem ambição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;portanto nunca pode falhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele que nunca falha,&lt;br /&gt;tudo alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele que tudo alcança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;é todo-poderoso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-115323328666640788?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115323328666640788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115323328666640788&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115323328666640788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115323328666640788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/tao-tao.html' title='Tao, tao...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115315966249561073</id><published>2006-07-17T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:10:01.916Z</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Zone connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/twilight_zone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/twilight_zone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há muitas palavras a dizer... ou se estava lá e viu, ou não dá para contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ficou "escarrapachada na minha alembradura" e, olhando para trás, sou tentado a dizer que contribuiu (em muito) para aceitar a realidade em que vivemos, enquanto percepção duma realidade desconcertante, sobre a qual somos levados a crer apenas naquilo que vemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, "desconcertante" é primeiro adjectivo que me surge na mente quando penso na Twilight Zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Zone, txi amo, beibi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The Twilight Zone was an anthology series created (and often written) by its narrator and host &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_Serling" title="Rod Serling"&gt;Rod Serling&lt;/a&gt;. Each episode (156 in all in the original series) was an individual fantasy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fantasy" title="Fantasy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or  science fiction story, often concluding with an eerie or unexpected twist. Although advertised as science fiction, the show rarely offered scientific explanations for its fantastic happenings and often (if not always) had a moral lesson that pertained to everyday life."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115315966249561073?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115315966249561073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115315966249561073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115315966249561073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115315966249561073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/twilight-zone-connection.html' title='The Twilight Zone connection'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115286867315415238</id><published>2006-07-14T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T09:19:28.760Z</updated><title type='text'>The power of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/flower%20power%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/flower%20power%20love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The power of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A force from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cleaning my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Flame on burn desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love with tongues of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Purge the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Make love your goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FGTH - "The power of Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-115286867315415238?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115286867315415238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115286867315415238&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115286867315415238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115286867315415238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-of-love.html' title='The power of love'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115261456047648710</id><published>2006-07-11T10:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:45:22.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Programação Neurolinguística - PNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/sentidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/sentidos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto muito deste tema: PNL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais, gostava muito de aprender mais sobre este tema. Parece-me deveras interessante ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém souber onde encontrar bons exercícios, sou a agradecer antecipadamente :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Programação Neurolinguística (ou simplesmente PNL) é um conjunto de técnicas ou recomendações que visam a auto-ajuda ou a melhoria da performance de uma pessoa numa determinada ação. As técnicas da PNL têm aplicação em quase todas as atividades humanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A PNL foi proposta em 1973 por Richard Bandler e John Grinder como um conjunto de modelos e princípios que descrevem a relação entre a mente (neuro) e a linguagem (linguística - verbal e não verbal) e como a sua interação pode ser organizada (programação) para afectar a mente, o corpo ou o comportamento do indivíduo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abaixo algumas dos principais pressupostos, isto é, parâmetros em que a PNL se apóia para desenvolver e executar estratégias de mudança, sejam pessoais ou em grupos. Os praticantes de PNL não asseveram que estes princípios sejam reais -- só os consideram os mais práticos de que nos podemos valer, pois enfatizam a flexibilidade e o poder de mudança. Algumas pressuposições são mais polêmicas do que outras, mas juntas dão a entender o que significa "estrutura da mente" para a PNL. Esta diz que a mente é flexível, pensa através de representações dos sentidos, e que a melhor maneira de se orientar para resultados é aumentando a flexibilidade, de tal forma que possa transformar cada experiência em aprendizagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O cérebro da imensa maioria dos seres humanos é similar. Não há grande diferença entre os "gênios" e os indivíduos "normais" além de uma maneira mais eficiente de usar os pensamentos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Padrões de pensamento e comportamento podem ser aprendidos, se aprendermos a eliciar (investigar/descrever) os componentes das crenças (como percebemos o mundo), valores (o que priorizamos no mundo), filtros perceptivos (em que focalizamos a atenção no mundo) e fisiologia (como reagimos corporalmente ao mundo);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não há substituto para canais sensoriais limpos e abertos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Todas as distinções que os seres humanos são capazes de fazer em relação ao ambiente e aos comportamentos podem ser representados por registros sensoriais modais (visuais, auditivos, cinestésicos, gustativos e olfativos). Seus subcomponentes são chamados submodalidades de percepção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O significado da sua comunicação é a resposta que você obtém, independente de sua intenção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Resistência é um comentário sobre a inflexibilidade do comunicador;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- As pessoas têm todos os recursos necessários para fazer as mudanças desejadas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O valor positivo de uma pessoa é mantido constante mesmo que o valor e a adequação do seu comportamento seja questionado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- O mapa não é o território;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Todo comportamento tem uma intenção positiva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É mais eficaz, para conseguir mudanças, representarmos a mente como uma coleção de estados internos: constelações de percepções, cognições (crenças/valores) e fisiologias, do que a concepção de um "ego" interno único e indivisível;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Consciente e inconsciente são apenas áreas por onde o foco da atenção flutua, não compartimentos estanques;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Se você fizer o que sempre fez, terá a resposta que sempre obteve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A natureza do Universo é mudança, tudo é um sistema aberto e tende a mudar. Sistemas fechados, por melhor que pareçam ser, estagnam e decaem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não há erros, só resultados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não há fracassos, apenas experiências de aprendizagem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Crenças, valores, percepções, filtros e identidade pessoal transparecem na linguagem, seja a falada, a escrita ou a corporal. Modificações na linguagem podem afetar as anteriores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Examples of presuppositions in short:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Communication is more than what you are saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. No one is wrong or broken. People work perfectly to accomplish what they are currently accomplishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. People already have all the resources they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. Behind every behavior is a positive intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. Every behavior is useful in some context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. The meaning of a communication is the response you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. If you aren't getting the response you want, try something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. There is no such thing as failure. There is only feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. Having choice is better than having no choice at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. In any system, the element with the most flexibility exerts the most influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. The map is not the territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. If someone can do something, anyone can learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. You cannot fail to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115261456047648710?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115261456047648710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115261456047648710&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115261456047648710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115261456047648710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/programao-neurolingustica-pnl.html' title='Programação Neurolinguística - PNL'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115261383009683555</id><published>2006-07-11T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:30:30.140Z</updated><title type='text'>"Somos o que fazemos, mas..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/7243848%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/7243848%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Somos o que fazemos, mas somos principalmente o que fazemos para mudar o que somos!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&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/20534249-115261383009683555?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115261383009683555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115261383009683555&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115261383009683555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115261383009683555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/somos-o-que-fazemos-mas.html' title='&quot;Somos o que fazemos, mas...&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115227400624113462</id><published>2006-07-07T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:59:16.190Z</updated><title type='text'>La ópera-jabón!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s-2-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/MEX_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clicar para ler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://s-2-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cena 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://s-2-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn-ii.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cena 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://s-2-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn_115218076556326924.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cena 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://s-2-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn-iii.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cena 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-115227400624113462?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115227400624113462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115227400624113462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115227400624113462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115227400624113462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-pera-jabn.html' title='La ópera-jabón!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115202585951798373</id><published>2006-07-04T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-04T15:18:09.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu é que tás com cenas, man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3LZppErD_E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3LZppErD_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras para quê...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihhhhhha pa, quando eu chego lá, tipo o bacano já tava, ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, mêmo a atrofiar, tipo mêmo naquela, e eu começo tipo, ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a curtir a cena mas, ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, tipo na minha, pa ver c'mé que a cena do bacano desenvolvia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; só que o gajo depois começa tipo l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, com cenas e eu começo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- "Ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, fooooooooooooogo... olha aí, man! Fogo, olha aí, qual é a tua, man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o gajo: "Ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, mas t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-ta passar ou quê?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu: "Fogo, eu tou-ma passar? Tu é que t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s ai com cenas, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o gajo: "Tu é que t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s com cenas, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu: "Eu é que tou com cenas? Tu é que t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s com cenas, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o gajo: "Eu é que tou com cenas? Tu é que t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s com cenas, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu: "Eu é que tou com cenas? Tu é que t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s com cenas, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o gajo: "Hellooooooooooooooo...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu: "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Psst, oh Luis Miguel, a tua mãe diz q é preciso ir l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ao coiso que pa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;resolveres la o problema derivado da questão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Fonix, man! Mas eu agora, tipo, ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, tou aqui a meio duma cena man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-  Hã???! Ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, oh Luis Miguel tu ... não se percebe nada do que tu dizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... tu... as vezes dá a sensação que não és capaz de manter uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;espécie dum... ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... cas pessoas... hum? ...... ahc!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;by Gato Fedorento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20534249-115202585951798373?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115202585951798373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115202585951798373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115202585951798373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115202585951798373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/07/tu-que-ts-com-cenas-man.html' title='Tu é que tás com cenas, man!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115150843114378362</id><published>2006-06-28T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:25:56.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma história "gramática"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que excelente trabalho, eu digo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Era a terceira vez que aquele substantivo e aquele artigo se encontravam no elevador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um substantivo masculino, com aspecto plural e alguns anos bem vividos pelas preposições da vida. O artigo, era bem definido, feminino, singular. Era ainda novinha, mas com um maravilhoso predicado nominal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era ingénua, ilábica, um pouco átona, um pouco ao contrário dele, que era um sujeito oculto, com todos os vícios de linguagem, fanático por leituras e filmes ortográficos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O substantivo até gostou daquela situação; os dois, sozinhos, naquele lugar sem ninguém a ver nem ouvir. E sem perder a oportunidade, começou a insinuar-se, a perguntar, a conversar. O artigo feminino deixou as reticências de lado e permitiu-lhe esse pequeno índice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, o elevador pára, só com os dois lá dentro. Óptimo, pensou o substantivo; mais um bom motivo para provocar alguns sinónimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco tempo depois, já estavam bem entre parênteses, quando o elevador recomeçou a movimentar-se. Só que em vez de descer, sobe e pára exactamente no andar do substantivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele usou de toda a sua flexão verbal, e entrou com ela no seu aposento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligou o fonema e ficaram alguns instantes em silêncio, ouvindo uma fonética clássica, suave e relaxante. Prepararam uma sintaxe dupla para ele e um hiato com gelo para ela. Ficaram a conversar, sentados num vocativo, quando ele recomeçou a insinuar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi deixando, ele foi usando o seu forte adjunto adverbial, e rapidamente chegaram a um imperativo. Todos os vocábulos diziam que iriam terminar num transitivo directo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começaram a aproximar-se, ela tremendo de vocabulário e ele sentindo o seu ditongo crescente. Abraçaram-se, numa pontuação tão minúscula, que nem um período simples, passaria entre os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam nessa ênclise quando ela confessou que ainda era vírgula. Ele não perdeu o ritmo e sugeriu-lhe que ela lhe soletrasse no seu apóstrofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que ela se deixou levar por essas palavras, pois estava totalmente oxítona às vontades dele e foram para o comum de dois géneros. Ela, totalmente voz passiva. Ele, completamente voz activa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre beijos, carícias, parónimos e substantivos, ele foi avançando cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram uns minutos nessa próclise e ele, com todo o seu predicativo do objecto, tomava a iniciativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam assim, na posição de primeira e segunda pessoas do singular. Ela era um perfeito agente da passiva, ele todo paroxítono, sentindo o pronome do seu grande travessão forçando aquele hífen ainda singular. Nisto a porta abriu-se repentinamente. Era o verbo auxiliar do edifício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha percebido tudo e entrou logo a dar conjunções e adjectivos aos dois, os quais se encolheram gramaticalmente, cheios de preposições, locuções e exclamativas. Mas, ao ver aquele corpo jovem, numa acentuação tónica, ou melhor, subtónica, o verbo auxiliar logo diminuiu os seus advérbios e declarou a sua vontade de se tornar particípio na história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois olharam-se e viram que isso era preferível, a uma metáfora por todo o edifício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que loucura, meu Deus. Aquilo não era nem comparativo. Era um superlativo absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se aproximando dos dois, com aquela coisa maiúscula, com aquele predicativo do sujeito apontado aos seus objectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-se chegando cada vez mais perto, comparando o ditongo do substantivo ao seu tritongo e propondo claramente uma mesóclise-a-trois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que, as condições eram estas. Enquanto abusava de um ditongo nasal, penetraria no gerúndio do substantivo e culminaria com um complemento verbal no artigo feminino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O substantivo, vendo que poderia transformar-se num artigo indefinido depois dessa situação e pensando no seu infinitivo, resolveu colocar um ponto final na história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarrou o verbo auxiliar pelo seu conectivo, atirou-o pela janela e voltou ao seu trema, cada vez mais fiel à língua portuguesa, com o artigo feminino colocado em conjunção coordenativa conclusiva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: Forward de e-mail, segundo o qual: "Redacção feita por uma aluna de Letras, que obteve a vitória num concurso interno promovido pelo professor da cadeira de Gramática Portuguesa."&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/20534249-115150843114378362?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115150843114378362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115150843114378362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115150843114378362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115150843114378362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/06/uma-histria-gramtica.html' title='Uma história &quot;gramática&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-115080026178436234</id><published>2006-06-20T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:05:39.353Z</updated><title type='text'>A beleza do medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/hay64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/hay64.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, eu sei que este tipo de mensagem não deveria ser publicada "desse jeito" ;) pois nem todos estamos familiarizados com os conceitos de canalização. Para além disso, não consigo deixar aqui, por palavras, o que eu sinto em relação a este assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho andado para "tratar" este texto para o poder publicar e não consigo retirar-lhe partes, pois no fundo todas as pecinhas acabam por parecer importantes, apesar da mensagem de cada pecinha não o ser assim tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, gosto muito desta mensagem de P'tahh e está em linha com alguns dos posts que tenho colocado ultimamente. Gosto especialmente da parte do cão (bom, neste caso é outro cão... ou não...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que este não é um post para toda a gente, mas achava bastante interessante conhecer novas opiniões ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mensagem de P'TAAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Maio de 2006 (através de Jani King)&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amados, na última vez, nós estávamos falando que o amor é o seu poder e a iluminação, é o resultado natural de amar cada faceta sua absolutamente.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O primeiro passo é assumir a responsabilidade pela sua própria criação, chamada realidade. Deste espaço de assumir a responsabilidade, vocês estão em seu lugar de poder, de escolha. "Eu escolho o amor”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Percebam, todos vocês vivem no medo. O medo é a polaridade do amor, e o medo é tudo - cada resposta emocional, cada reação emocional - que não seja o amor. Não importa qual nome lhe dê. Vocês podem chamá-lo de frustração, stress, raiva, ciúme, possessividade, a cobiça após o poder, ganância, abuso. Tudo isto, TUDO o que não seja o amor é simplesmente uma manifestação de medo.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora, o que acontece quando vocês estão neste lugar de medo? Vocês tentam superá-lo, repeli-lo, esquivar-se, ocultá-lo, escondê-lo sob o tapete. Vocês aprenderam a agir assim, serem fortes, superarem a tudo. Isto é parte de sua programação, entretanto isto não funciona. Nada disto funciona. Observem o seu mundo. Não é exatamente um parque de amor, é? Então, estão aprendendo como escolher o amor. Tudo isto trata-se de transformar a sua vida, escolher o amor, saber como escolher o amor.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entendam, vocês não podem transformar o que vocês não possuem. Estas facetas suas que vocês consideram como inaceitáveis e as quais julgam negativamente, todas estas coisas escondidas, são o que passam por sua vida. Quando vocês as possuem, vocês têm somente que aceitá-las para criar a transformação. É muito simples. A transformação é muito simples, mas trata-se de ter as ferramentas, as receitas. Como vocês amam daquilo que se escondem?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É aprendendo a ser o seu próprio detetive. Isto não será tão difícil, se em cada vez que vocês se encontrarem em um julgamento negativo sobre algo fora de vocês, vocês poderão dizer, "Ah, há algo aqui para observar”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como é isto? Bem, cada um de vocês é o sol central de seu próprio universo. Não há nada fora de vocês, além de um espelho que reflete, para lhes mostrar quem vocês são e onde vocês estão em qualquer momento do Agora.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não se diz, "Bem, eu vi um homem batendo em seu cachorro, e eu sei que deve haver um reflexo aqui, mas eu nunca antes bati em meu cão”. Isto não funciona assim. O reflexo trata da reação emocional. Qualquer resposta, qualquer reação ou emoção que não seja o amor, é uma resposta no medo.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então, quando vocês vêem o abuso e vocês estão cheios de ira, qual é o medo aqui? Quando vocês cedem a isto, é o medo da impotência (fraqueza). Vocês se identificam com a pequena criatura abusada, pois cada um de vocês conhece o abuso. Nós não estamos falando até em agressão física, mas todos vocês conhecem o abuso a algum nível. E então quando vocês vêem algo desamparado e impotente, sendo ferido, vocês imediatamente chegam a esta reação.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora, esta reação de ira não é a reação de um ser adulto e racional. É a reação de uma criança ferida, a criança que foi endurecida dentro do seu peito geralmente na época em que vocês tinham seis anos de idade. O nome deste pequeno ser que vive dentro do seu peito é medo. Toda a sua vida, vocês se esquivaram, invalidaram, e tentaram superá-lo porque foi ensinado a vocês  como lidar com ele.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas vocês sabem, o medo é quase como uma criança abandonada. Tudo o que a criança pequena deseja é ser envolvida em seus braços, para ser mantida junto ao peito e ouvir como é amada. Como emitimos anteriormente, estender-se em seus braços e unir esta criança a vocês e dizer-lhe, "Amada do meu coração, não tenha medo. Eu nunca lhe abandonarei. Eu lhe amo absolutamente. Nós estamos juntos para sempre, você e eu, neste universo seguro e maravilhoso e juntos nós estamos chegando ao lar”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se vocês mantiverem esta criança em seus braços, até que sintam o calor difundido em seu corpo, algo mágico ocorrerá. Vocês criaram um milagre de transformação porque vocês estão centrados, seus centros de energia estão abertos e agora vocês estão prontos para fazerem a próxima escolha maravilhosamente criativa.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A transformação não diz respeito ao seu intelecto. Se vocês pudessem se transformar pelo seu intelecto, seu mundo seria um lugar muito diferente. O intelecto não, não pode fazer isto. O intelecto foi designado para ser o empregado do coração, para implementar aquilo que é a alegria do coração. O caminho para a transformação é pela aceitação, para amar absolutamente esta menininha ou menininho que vive dentro do peito de cada um de vocês, que deseja somente o amor absoluto e incondicional.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É também tratar de um coração partido. É o coração partido que causa a doença. Seus corpos foram designados a durar centenas de anos. Em outras civilizações além deste mundo, na realidade, eles duram centenas de anos. Seus corpos não se desgastam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando vocês não lidam com os seus problemas emocionais, com seus corações  partidos  e  com  o medo  em que  vocês vivem,  então  esta energia &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E-moção, energia em movimento, não é alinhada. Ela está obstruída pelo julgamento negativo sobre quem vocês são e não é capaz de mover-se através de seu corpo e fica armazenada em sua estrutura celular. Este é o corpo que diz, "Pare. Há algo aqui para tratar”. Quando vocês não o fazem, ele armazena mais e mais e mais, até que o seu corpo desiste completamente e vocês continuam para a próxima aventura.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naturalmente a própria morte é uma ilusão. Vocês viveram milhares de existências no que vocês chamam de vidas passadas e vidas futuras, todas elas estão ocorrendo simultaneamente, porque fora deste continuum tempo-espaço, não há tempo. Vocês são tão maravilhosamente multidimensionais que vocês existem em cada dimensão ou reino, para o que vocês denominam de reino angélico, para o Vazio da própria Criação.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se vocês querem guias e anjos, olhem interiormente. Vocês estão absolutamente e totalmente conectados com seu Eu angélico, com seu Ser de Luz. Vocês não estão separados. São vocês que têm o poder. São vocês que têm o conhecimento. São vocês que são os seres poderosos, eternos, espirituais. Vocês. E o seu poder, a sua verdade, é o amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do que isto tudo se trata realmente, é ser capaz de escolher ter mais amor, mais alegria, mais divertimento, mais risos, mais maravilhas, mais beleza, mais harmonia, mais paz, mais tranqüilidade, em sua vida do dia a dia. A Iluminação se trata disto e de amar cada faceta sua.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada disto tem a ver com ser bom. Trata-se de ser a sua verdade. Não há ninguém para julgá-los. Vocês são deuses e deusas que participam deste jogo. Não há nenhum Deus sentado em uma nuvem lá em cima com um grande livro, que diz, "Oh, oh, muito mal. Escolha errada”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vocês nunca fizeram a escolha errada e vocês nunca tomaram uma decisão errada, nem sempre. Vocês fizeram algumas escolhas da energia do seu/sua Deus/Deusa, e vocês fizeram algumas escolhas do pequeno ser muito assustado que vive dentro do seu peito, que não sabe que vocês são verdadeiramente entidades espirituais poderosas, magníficas, maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês são isto, meus amados. Todo o conhecimento está dentro de vocês. Vocês não estão separados do que chamam de Deus/Deusa, Tudo O Que É. Vocês não estão separados disto que é o seu ser de luz, sua energia da alma. Esta energia da alma está ligada a uma magnífica escada dourada ou fio que existe através da eternidade. Isto são vocês e vocês são únicos. Vocês são, na realidade, um tom, uma freqüência vibracional, com som e cor, únicos, reconhecidos nos multi-universos, cada um, a mais bela jóia na coroa da divindade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tradução:  Regina Drumond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-115080026178436234?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/115080026178436234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=115080026178436234&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115080026178436234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/115080026178436234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/06/beleza-do-medo.html' title='A beleza do medo'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114967768518037029</id><published>2006-06-07T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:55:59.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Conflitos internos - o Bom e o Mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/oldindianinheaddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/oldindianinheaddress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deram-me a conhecer esta mui breve "história" ontem e não consigo deixar de sorrir cada vez que a releio... pela sua simplicidade e por estar perfeitamente de acordo com o "velho índio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um velho índio descreveu certa vez os seus conflitos internos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dentro de mim existem dois cães, um deles é cruel e mau, o outro é muito bom e dócil. Eles estão sempre a brigar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando então lhe perguntaram qual dos cães ganharia a briga, o sábio índio parou, reflectiu e respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Aquele que eu alimentar."&lt;/span&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/20534249-114967768518037029?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114967768518037029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114967768518037029&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114967768518037029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114967768518037029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/06/conflitos-internos-o-bom-e-o-mau.html' title='Conflitos internos - o Bom e o Mau'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114805762762327089</id><published>2006-05-19T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:25:07.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Gato Fedorento - "Ah e tal..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Dp_C_VKYLE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Dp_C_VKYLE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rap dos Matarruanos - by Gato Fedorento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estes Gajos, aliás, Senhores Gajos, são FENOMENAIS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Altamente inspirados e inspiradores, na minha opinião, são responsáveis por elevar o padrão do Humor de qualidade em Portugal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São inúmeras as "catch phrases" que eles me "pegam" e são, para mim, uns Verdadeiros Heróis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Eles uma enooooooorme vénia... Obrigado por existirem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-114805762762327089?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114805762762327089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114805762762327089&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114805762762327089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114805762762327089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/gato-fedorento-ah-e-tal.html' title='Gato Fedorento - &quot;Ah e tal...&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114797290934399839</id><published>2006-05-18T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:21:49.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Meditação, Ondas Cerebrais e Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/meditation_byCarolBuchman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/meditation_byCarolBuchman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meditation" - by Carol Buchman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aconselho vivamente a meditação por variadíssimas razões... mas aqui fica mais uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meditação, Ondas Cerebrais e Felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; O psicólogo Richard Davidson da universidade de Wisconsin em experimentação recente (???), comprovou de forma brilhante os efeitos da meditação no que tange a reestruturação de nossa massa cinzenta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora as neurociencias digam que as conexões neurais do cérebro estabeleçam-se na infancia e assim se mantem durante toda a vida, os testes de Davidson comprovaram que a estrutura de nossa massa cinzenta pode ser alterada através de treinamento em um processo que podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; chamar de plasticidade cerebral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou seja, Davidson queria provar que através de atividades puramente mentais poderia-se modificar o cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A maior atividade do cortex frontal esquerdo produz mais serenidade e cria uma maior capacidade de superar emoções negativas, ou seja, uma possibilidade maior de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Davidson reuniu um grupo de monges budistas com milhares de horas de meditação e descobriu que o cortex frontal esquerdo destes tinham uma atividade muito maior do que o grupo de pessoas que nunca havia feito meditação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro que choveram críticas dos cientistas dizendo que estes monges poderiam já ter propenção a este tipo de elaboração cerebral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi dai que Davidson reuniu um grupo de 150 trabalhadores de uma empresa e deu a eles treinamento durante alguns meses de meditação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De acordo com as medições do eletroencefalograma, a atividade do lobo frontal daqueles que participaram do treinamento deslocou-se da direita para a esquerda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto refletiu no seu bem estar constante no relato dos participantes como diminuição de medos e um estado de espírito mais positivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os que não tiveram treinamento não tiveram nenhuma alteração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou seja, meditar é fundamental para o bem estar da alma e isto não é só dito pelos antigos monges mas hoje também pela ciencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Texto de  Fernando Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114797290934399839?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114797290934399839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114797290934399839&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114797290934399839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114797290934399839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/meditao-ondas-cerebrais-e-felicidade.html' title='Meditação, Ondas Cerebrais e Felicidade'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114797002444028638</id><published>2006-05-18T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:56:51.953Z</updated><title type='text'>A Cultura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0178734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0178734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tinha ouvido esta história no âmbito da Gestão de Empresas, julgo que em Comportamento Organizacional, sobre Cultura de Empresa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, recuperei este relato num blog, em que "acusa" o 'Alberto' (não sei se da experiência ou apenas da frase da conclusão)... anyway, era esta a situação que me lembrei numa troca de comentários com o Dono da Loja, e que penso que tem a ver com o nosso "engalinhanço".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O que é a Cultura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa experiência científica, alguns macacos são encarcerados numa jaula, onde uma banana pende do tecto, mesmo abaixo de um escadote. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que um dos macacos tenta chegar à banana subindo o escadote, um cientista que se encontra no laboratório aplica um violento banho de mangueira a todos os outros macacos na jaula. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dada altura, sempre que um deles tenta subir à escada para alcançar a banana, leva uma tareia dos restantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após algum tempo, um novo indivíduo é introduzido na comunidade, substituindo outro da população inicial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como é óbvio, ele tenta chegar à banana subindo a escada, pelo que sofre o castigo colectivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de alguns dias, um novo membro é introduzido tal como o anterior, seguindo-se novo castigo colectivo, no qual participa entusiasticamente o último macaco que tinha sido castigado pelo grupo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de bastante tempo passado, já toda a população tinha sido substituída, sendo que nenhum deles alguma vez levou o banho aplicado à colónia original, embora continuassem a castigar os recém chegados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Conclusão:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mais fácil desintegrar um átomo que um preconceito&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114797002444028638?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114797002444028638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114797002444028638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114797002444028638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114797002444028638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/cultura.html' title='A Cultura'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114796424085867948</id><published>2006-05-18T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:00:25.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigo simples, amigo verdadeiro e... amigo do c*r*lho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/pic02995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/pic02995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amigo simples, amigo verdadeiro e... amigo do c*r*lho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 - Um simples amigo procura-te para conversar sobre os seus próprios problemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Um amigo verdadeiro procura-te para te ajudar com os teus problemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Um amigo do c*r*lho procura-te, ajuda-te com os teus problemas, dá-te dois cachaços e ainda te leva prá noite e paga-te os copos...!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Um simples amigo, quando vai a tua casa, age como uma visita...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Um amigo verdadeiro abre o frigorífico e serve-se sozinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Um amigo do c*r*lho abre o frigorífico, serve-se sozinho e ainda refila porque não há o que ele queria...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 - Um simples amigo pensa que a amizade acabou depois de uma discussão...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Um amigo verdadeiro sabe que não há amizade enquanto não houver qualquer discussão...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Um amigo do c*r*lho chama-te nomes, f*de-te a cabeça, enxota o teu cão, dá-te porrada, mas tá tudo bem...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Um simples amigo espera que estejas sempre lá para ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Um amigo verdadeiro espera sempre estar lá pra ti...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Um amigo do c*r*lho espera por ti durante duas horas até ficar revoltado. Vai à tua casa casa... chama-te nomes, volta a enxotar o teu cão e dá-te porrada outra vez. Mas tá tudo bem na mesma...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114796424085867948?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114796424085867948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114796424085867948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114796424085867948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114796424085867948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/amigo-simples-amigo-verdadeiro-e-amigo.html' title='Amigo simples, amigo verdadeiro e... amigo do c*r*lho...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114786671633332207</id><published>2006-05-17T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:53:48.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Percepção da realidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/antes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/antes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/depois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/depois.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enviaram-me esta ilusão de óptica e achei que tinha muito a ver com alguns posts que tenho escrito ultimamente... a nossa falsa percepção da realidade, aqui ilustrada por imagens/côres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A questão de base é a seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As cores dos quadrados "A" e "B" são iguais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na imagem de cima, 'parecem' claramente diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na imagem de baixo, 'parecem' ser iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSÃO:&lt;/span&gt; Efectivamente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SÃO perfeitamente iguais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPLICAÇÃO dada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cérebro esforça-se ao máximo para ver aqueles quadrados como eles deveriam ser... Um preto e outro branco... Não importa se eles são da mesma cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os quadrados adjacentes dizem que eles tem que ter cores diferentes... E cérebro faz-nos ver a realidade assim... diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto confere-nos maior precisão visual... é assim que conseguimos perceber mais detalhes em todas as paisagens que nos rodeiam dia-a-dia... mais contraste entre as cores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E serve de pequena prova de que não importa o que está no mundo ao nosso redor... Mas sim como nós percebemos esse mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Como 'curioso' que sou, não acreditei à primeira que não tivessem alterado a côr dos quadrados duma imagem para a outra e fiz o 'teste do algodão', com a ferramenta Eyedroper do Photoshop (selecção de côr). Têm ambos exactamente o mesmo RGB (120, 120, 120), tanto na imagem de cima como na de baixo, ou seja, têm mesmo a mesma côr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114786671633332207?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114786671633332207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114786671633332207&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114786671633332207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114786671633332207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/percepo-da-realidade.html' title='Percepção da realidade...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114778686559188483</id><published>2006-05-16T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:48:15.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensa duas vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0182682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0182682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma antiga lenda Índia, diz-nos que um dia um homem achou um ovo de águia e que o depositou num ninho de "galinhas do campo" para crescer com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toda a sua vida, a águia fez o que uma galinha faz normalmente. Procurava na terra os insectos e comida. Cacarejava como uma galinha. Voava a alguns metros, e era uma nuvem de penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De toda a maneira é assim que voam as galinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os anos passaram. E a águia envelheceu. Um dia, viu um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magnífico pássaro a voar no céu sem nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantava-se com estilo, com a magnitude das suas asas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Que belo pássaro !" - diz a águia aos vizinhos. "O que é ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0178767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0178767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"É uma águia, o rei dos pássaros", diz a galinha. "Mas não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vale a pena pensares nisso. Nunca serás uma águia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim ficou a águia, e não voltou a pensar duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morreu a pensar que era uma galinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já pensou que podia não ser uma galinha do campo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense duas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114778686559188483?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114778686559188483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114778686559188483&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114778686559188483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114778686559188483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/pensa-duas-vezes.html' title='Pensa duas vezes...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114769483480507806</id><published>2006-05-15T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:07:14.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Always Look on the Bright Side of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/meaning_of_life2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/meaning_of_life2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, fazer homenagens ao humor e não começar pelos Deuses foi uma falha minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes são, para mim, os MESTRES! Os verdadeiros Mestres! E não só do humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/flyingcircus_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/flyingcircus_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Python Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que devem ser muito raros os dias em que não me lembro ou uso referências destes homens - até por causa das novas tecnologias ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos eles um grande bem haja!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Always Look on the Bright Side of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some things in life are bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They can really make you mad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things just make you swear and curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're chewing on life's gristle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't grumble, give a whistle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this'll help things turn out for the best...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And...always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the light side of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If life seems jolly rotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something you've forgotten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling in the dumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be silly chumps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And...always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the light side of life... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is quite absurd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And death's the final word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must always face the curtain with a bow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So always look on the bright side of death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Just before you draw your terminal breath &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a piece of shit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it's all a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep 'em laughing as you go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that the last laugh is on you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the right side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    (Come on guys, cheer up!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    (Worse things happen at sea, you know.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the bright side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    (I mean - what have you got to lose?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What have you lost? Nothing!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Always look on the right side of life...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(from Monty Python)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Background: This song is from Life of Brian and later from The Meaning of Life both by Monty Python. From what I heard, they were filming the last scene of Life of Brian and were all bored and hot sitting up on their crucifixes. So Eric Idle started singing a little ditty. Everyone (but Eric) liked it so much that they decided to use it. It has sine become one of our most popular songs as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Am G E7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A7 D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;G E7 Am D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;G E7 A7 D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114769483480507806?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114769483480507806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114769483480507806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114769483480507806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114769483480507806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='Always Look on the Bright Side of Life'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114770099342819923</id><published>2006-05-12T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:01:15.320Z</updated><title type='text'>"O Vinho é um Ser vivo!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/vinhoacopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/vinhoacopo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recentemente, tive a oportunidade de estar presente numa Prova de Vinhos, à séria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi de facto uma experiência inolvidável, por todo o contexto e pela envolvente do momento - Evento &lt;a href="http://www.daoedouro.com/"&gt;DãoeDouro 2006&lt;/a&gt;, na Galeria Gemelli - Bons Vinhos e Boa Mesa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mim, a frase da noite, vinda do Chef Augusto Gemelli, escanção e artista - da "arte culinária para vinhos" - foi: "O Vinho é um Ser vivo!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois desta experiência, apercebi-me que é, de facto, assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como já tive oportunidade de comentar com amigos, pensava que sabia muito pouco sobre vinhos... mas, afinal, sei absolutamente 'nada'! E Eles têm muito, muito, muito para descobrir e sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dos prazeres da vida com muito para explorar, sem dúvida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manifesto aqui publicamente o meu agradecimento à Equipa do &lt;a href="http://vinhoacopo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vinhoacopo&lt;/a&gt;, que me proporcionou tão excelsa oportunidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito obrigado, camaradas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Antes de mais: "Ananás", eu digo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Link para a &lt;a href="http://vinhoacopo.blogspot.com/2006/05/galeria-gemelli.html"&gt;crítica no vinhoacopo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114770099342819923?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114770099342819923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114770099342819923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114770099342819923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114770099342819923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-vinho-um-ser-vivo.html' title='&quot;O Vinho é um Ser vivo!&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114736732312067925</id><published>2006-05-11T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:12:33.396Z</updated><title type='text'>"Are you local?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/local_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/local_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is a local blog, for local people; there's nothing for you here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui fica uma singela homenagem a estes &lt;a href="http://www.leagueofgentlemen.co.uk/"&gt;Senhores&lt;/a&gt;. Muito bons!&lt;br /&gt;Ver também &lt;a href="http://www.lofg.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114736732312067925?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114736732312067925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114736732312067925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114736732312067925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114736732312067925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-local.html' title='&quot;Are you local?&quot;'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114735845739972738</id><published>2006-05-11T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:46:47.663Z</updated><title type='text'>O acaso é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/7645322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/7645322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Angelo - fraction from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creation where God stretches his arm to Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;", Sixtine Chapel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"O acaso é, talvez, o pseudónimo que Deus usa, quando não quer assinar suas obras."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T. Gauthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, eu gosto desta frase, apesar daquilo que me permite considerá-la verdadeira ser a utilização do "talvez" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prática, segundo os meus últimos "estudos", acredito que nós é que "reflectimos" essas 'realidades', para nosso benefício...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114735845739972738?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114735845739972738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114735845739972738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114735845739972738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114735845739972738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-acaso.html' title='O acaso é...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114717615411257546</id><published>2006-05-09T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:32:58.130Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/dance_01_lar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/dance_01_lar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114717615411257546?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114717615411257546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114717615411257546&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114717615411257546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114717615411257546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/vida.html' title='A vida é...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114717239213964330</id><published>2006-05-09T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:52:55.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Auto-retrato Southpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/autoretrato_southpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/autoretrato_southpark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de estar 2 anos em Barcelona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenta &lt;a href="http://spstudio.linda.hosting-friends.de/spstudio4.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; o teu.&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/20534249-114717239213964330?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114717239213964330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114717239213964330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114717239213964330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114717239213964330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/auto-retrato-southpark.html' title='Auto-retrato Southpark'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114716657198688703</id><published>2006-05-09T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:35:31.023Z</updated><title type='text'>What European City Do You Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/1913024-Chimney_at_La_Pedrera-Barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/1913024-Chimney_at_La_Pedrera-Barcelona.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"   &gt;Chimney at La Pedrera - Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Belong in Barcelona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it comes to Europe, you don't want to decide between culture and fun. You want art by day and a big party by night.&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona is ideal for you. You can check out some Picasso, eat some tapas, take a siesta, and then dance all night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não fui lá, mas é um dos objectivos de vida... toda a gente que conheço que lá esteve diz maravilhas daquilo... e mais, normalmente, dizem-me: "Epá, tu ías adorar!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daquilo que me foi dado a conhecer, sim, acho que iria adorar e também era a cidade que escolheria, caso me perguntassem... também não conheço assim muitas opções de outras cidades com as quais me identifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia fiquei curioso para conhecer Varanasi (Índia), mas parece-me que aí as "paixões" serão bastante diferentes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114716657198688703?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114716657198688703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114716657198688703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114716657198688703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114716657198688703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-european-city-do-you-belong-in.html' title='What European City Do You Belong In?'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114667650838759650</id><published>2006-05-03T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:17:33.540Z</updated><title type='text'>"Estar preocupado é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Ron%20Arad%20Limited-Edition%20Rocking%20Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Ron%20Arad%20Limited-Edition%20Rocking%20Chair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ron Arad Limited-Edition Rocking Chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... como oscilar numa cadeira de baloiço: tem-se algo que fazer, mas não se chega a lado nenhum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evan Esar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei que já disse isto nos primórdios deste blog, mas o último comment que comentei, passo a redundância, relembrou-me este 'fenómeno' humano de que todos padecemos, em certos e determinados momentos da nossa vida... e que devemos eliminar do nosso quotidiano, por forma a assumirmos a responsabilidade pela nossa vida e, por conseguinte, pela nossa felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós criamos a nossa própria realidade, não é? Atão vá! Lembremo-nos disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114667650838759650?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114667650838759650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114667650838759650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114667650838759650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114667650838759650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/05/estar-preocupado.html' title='&quot;Estar preocupado é...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114623341019158018</id><published>2006-04-28T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:17:23.510Z</updated><title type='text'>SAWABONA - Sobre estar sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/backgrd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/backgrd1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umas quantas boas ideias para "saborear", eu diria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ilustrar, uso só esta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Estamos trocando o amor de necessidade, pelo amor de desejo. Eu gosto e desejo a companhia, mas não preciso, o que é muito diferente." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- não podia concordar mais com esta afirmação. Esta é para mim uma visão da Felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sawabona, para quem "é de" Sawabona's ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAWABONA - Sobre estar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é apenas o avanço tecnológico que marcou o inicio deste milénio. As relações afetivas também estão passando por profundas transformações e revolucionando o conceito de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que se busca hoje é uma relação compatível com os tempos modernos, na qual exista individualidade, respeito, alegria e prazer de estar junto, e não mais uma relação de dependência, em que um responsabiliza o outro pelo seu bem-estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A idéia de uma pessoa ser o remédio para nossa felicidade, que nasceu com o romantismo está fadada a desaparecer neste início de século.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor romântico parte da premissa de que somos uma fração e precisamos encontrar nossa outra metade para nos sentirmos completos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes ocorre até um processo de despersonalização que, historicamente, tem atingido mais a mulher. Ela abandona suas características, para se amalgamar ao projeto masculino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A teoria da ligação entre opostos também vem dessa raiz: o outro tem de saber fazer o que eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sou manso, ele deve ser agressivo, e assim por diante. Uma idéia prática de sobrevivência, e pouco romântica, por sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A palavra de ordem deste século é parceria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estamos trocando o amor de necessidade, pelo amor de desejo. Eu gosto e desejo a companhia, mas não preciso, o que é muito diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com o avanço tecnológico, que exige mais tempo individual, as pessoas estão perdendo o pavor de ficar sozinhas, e aprendendo a conviver  melhor consigo mesmas.  Elas estão começando a perceber que se sentem fração, mas são inteiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O outro, com o qual se estabelece um elo, também se sente uma fração. Não é príncipe ou salvador de coisa nenhuma. É apenas um companheiro  de viagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um animal que vai mudando o mundo, e depois tem de ir se reciclando, para se adaptar ao mundo que fabricou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estamos entrando na era da individualidade, o que não tem nada a ver com egoísmo. O egoísta não tem energia própria; ele se alimenta da energia que vem do outro, seja ela financeira ou moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nova forma de amor, ou mais amor, tem nova feição e significado. Visa à aproximação de dois inteiros, e não a união de duas metades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ela só é possível para aqueles que conseguirem trabalhar sua individualidade. Quanto mais o indivíduo for competente para viver sozinho, mais preparado estará para uma boa relação afetiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A solidão é boa, ficar sozinho não é vergonhoso. Ao contrário, dá dignidade à pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As boas relações afetivas são ótimas, são muito parecidas com o ficar sozinho, ninguém exige nada de ninguém e ambos crescem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relações de dominação e de concessões exageradas são coisas do século passado. Cada cérebro é único. Nosso modo de pensar e agir não serve de referência para avaliar ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas vezes, pensamos que o outro é nossa alma gêmea e, na verdade, o que fizemos foi inventá-lo ao nosso gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as pessoas deveriam ficar sozinhas de vez em quando, para estabelecer um diálogo interno e descobrir sua força pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na solidão, o indivíduo entende que a harmonia e a paz de espírito só podem ser encontradas dentro dele mesmo, e não a partir do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao perceber isso, ele se torna menos crítico e mais compreensivo quanto às diferenças, respeitando a maneira de ser de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor de duas pessoas inteiras é bem mais saudável. Nesse tipo de ligação, há o aconchego, o prazer da companhia e o respeito pelo ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes você tem de aprender a perdoar a si mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Caso tenha ficado curioso em saber o significado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAWABONA&lt;/span&gt;, é um cumprimento usado no sul da África e quer dizer "EU TE RESPEITO, EU TE VALORIZO, VOCÊ É IMPORTANTE PRA MIM".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em resposta as pessoas dizem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIKOBA&lt;/span&gt;, que é "ENTÃO, EU EXISTO PRA VOCÊ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fonte: Fórum de Discussão "Kryon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114623341019158018?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114623341019158018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114623341019158018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114623341019158018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114623341019158018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/sawabona-sobre-estar-sozinho.html' title='SAWABONA - Sobre estar sozinho'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114605883661075445</id><published>2006-04-26T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:09:38.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Dance for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/dance_picasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/dance_picasso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"The Dance" - Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dançar, hein?! É mais um dos belos prazeres da vida!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que coisa mais "interessante"... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouvir (boa) música e movimentar o corpo ao ritmo dá um sentimento de "isto é que está certo, bolas!" - "Quero mais e mais e mais, e não me largaissss..." - "Dai-me de força!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançar a vida, dançar na vida, dançar para a vida...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que Dançar é uma óptima forma de nos lembrarmos que estamos vivos, que sentimos, que conseguimos fluir, que é possível deixar-mo-nos levar pelas emoções e pelos sentimentos, sem pensar nos outros como condicionantes do nosso comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando acontecem aquelas situações do género: "ah e tal, aquele/a está a olhar para a forma 'estranha' como estou a dançar..." - Eis senão quando, 1/2 segundo depois, abruptamente, surge o pensamento: "Fuck it!" - e lá continuamos nós a abanar as moléculas que constituem este nosso Ser materializado, de apenas 3 dimensões e de 5 sentidos (6 para alguns, vá-lá...), ao ritmo da música, entrando novamente num estado de hipnose e de meditação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É neste sentido que sou dado a afirmar: Eu danço, logo existo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance it away, Genghis ;-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114605883661075445?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114605883661075445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114605883661075445&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114605883661075445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114605883661075445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/dance-for-life.html' title='Dance for Life'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114588075267036357</id><published>2006-04-24T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:54:39.290Z</updated><title type='text'>O BEIJO - essa fonte inesgotável de Boas Energias!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/kiss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O BEIJO é, definitivamente, uma das Melhores coisas da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa às mentes "menos abertas" pela imagem acima apresentada, mas acho-a pura e simplesmente bestial!  Não pela (eventual) tendência natural de um homem apreciar o contacto entre duas mulheres, mas pela forma descontraída e sensual como estes dois Seres se tocam... (sim, tudo bem, fica a dúvida se acharia o mesmo de uma imagem de, sei lá, cowboys...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis fazer um post sobre o "BEIJO" e esta foi a melhor imagem que encontrei... e o beijo, esse, de facto, acontece entre as mais diversas "espécies", independente de géneros, côr de pele/pelo, religião ou outras quaisquer "classificações sociais"... o beijo acontece entre Seres, e pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note-se que o texto que se lê abaixo não tem qualquer pretensão a "poema"... mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O beijo é algo simples e gratuito&lt;br /&gt;O beijo é bom e sabe sempre  bem&lt;br /&gt;O beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não se gasta, nem se esgota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O beijo é "p'ro menino e p'ra menina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ternura e carinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; vontade e cumplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo mostra amor e paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo mostra luxúria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente do sentimento que se pretenda demonstrar, o beijo dá Felicidade em "uni-doses"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114588075267036357?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114588075267036357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114588075267036357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114588075267036357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114588075267036357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-beijo-essa-fonte-inesgotvel-de-boas.html' title='O BEIJO - essa fonte inesgotável de Boas Energias!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114587391214761530</id><published>2006-04-24T09:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:49:33.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Vivam as FEROMONAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/pheromone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/pheromone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah pois que as Feromonas me merecem um "VIVA"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEROMONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Substância segregada por um animal que influencia o comportamento ou o desenvolvimento morfológico, ou ambos, de outros animais da mesma espécie&lt;br /&gt;- Any chemical or set of chemicals produced by a living organism that transmits a message to other members of the same species.&lt;br /&gt;- There are alarm pheromones, food trail pheromones, sex pheromones, and many others that affect behavior or physiology.&lt;br /&gt;- In animals, sex pheromones indicate the availability of the female for breeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheromones in humans are postulated to be produced by the apocrine glands. The apocrine glands become functional after reaching puberty which, some believe, could contribute to people developing a sexual attraction for others at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheromone detection has also been proposed to be the reason why a person can sense "chemistry", or feel an instant attraction or dislike when first meeting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114587391214761530?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114587391214761530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114587391214761530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114587391214761530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114587391214761530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/vivam-as-feromonas_24.html' title='Vivam as FEROMONAS!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114423618734357627</id><published>2006-04-05T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:23:07.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Neurobics: vale a pena tentar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Brain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito interessante! Faz todo o sentido... pelo menos para quem tem cérebro ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que só estamos a usar cerca de 10% da "capacidade" do cérebro, pode ser que este tipo de exercícios possam contribuir para estimular outras áreas ainda não utilizadas... quiçá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginástica para o cérebro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;trocar de mão para escovar os dentes é bom para o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;O simples gesto de trocar de mão para escovar os dentes, contrariando a rotina e obrigando à estimulação do cérebro, é uma nova técnica para melhorar a concentração, treinando a criatividade e a inteligência e, assim, realizando um exercício de NEURÓBICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma descoberta dentro da Neurociência, vem revelar que o cérebro mantém a capacidade extraordinária de crescer e mudar o padrão das suas conexões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Os autores desta descoberta, Lawrence Katz e Manning Rubin (2000), revelam que a NEURÓBICA, a "aeróbica dos neurónios", é uma nova forma de exercício cerebral projectada para manter o cérebro ágil e saudável, criando novos e diferentes padrões de actividades dos neurónios do seu cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerca de 80% do nosso dia-a-dia é ocupado por rotinas que, apesar de terem a vantagem de reduzir o esforço intelectual, escondem um efeito perverso: limitam o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para contrariar essa tendência, é necessário praticar exercícios "cerebrais" que fazem as pessoas pensarem somente no que estão fazendo, concentrando-se na tarefa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;O desafio da NEURÓBICA é fazer tudo aquilo que contraria as rotinas, obrigando o cérebro a um trabalho adicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tente fazer um teste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- use o relógio de pulso no braço contrário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- escove os dentes com a mão contrária da de costume;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- ande pela casa de trás para frente; (vi na China o pessoal treinando isso num parque);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- vista-se de olhos fechados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- estimule o paladar, coma coisas diferentes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- veja fotos de cabeça para baixo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- veja as horas num espelho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;- mude de caminho para ir para o trabalho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A proposta é mudar o comportamento rotineiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tente, invente, faça alguma coisa diferente e estimule o seu cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fonte: Forward de E-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/20534249-114423618734357627?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114423618734357627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114423618734357627&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114423618734357627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114423618734357627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/neurobics-vale-pena-tentar.html' title='Neurobics: vale a pena tentar!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114408075690352016</id><published>2006-04-03T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:12:37.023Z</updated><title type='text'>O dinheiro não é problema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/466px-Yin_yang.svg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/466px-Yin_yang.svg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O dinheiro não é problema" já é uma frase que me habituei a dizer, meio a sério, meio a brincar... não é problema nenhum quando o temos... :-)) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, a sério, sou mesmo da opinião que o dinheiro "não me merece"... não merece que me chateie por ele... há sempre maneira de arranjar mais. Pode dar mais ou menos trabalho, mas na maior parte dos casos, apenas envolve "esforço", nem sequer constitui um "desafio pessoal" e, por conseguinte, não contribui para o meu desenvolvimento e evolução...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, não sendo um total alienado, sofri na passada madrugada de sábado para domingo, quando me assaltaram o carro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Assaltaram" não será a melhor descrição... "limparam".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levaram TUDO, TUDO, TUDO... telemóvel, palm, máq. fotográfica digital, tripé, camisas, camisolas, calças, bloco de notas pessoal, livros, documentos, cartões, livro de cheques, fichas de poker, dinheiro, sacos, mochilas, óculos de sol, óculos de ver, perfumes novos, cremes, gillette e máq. barbear, etc... e como se não bastasse, o bilhete para Pixies!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora, o meu dia de sábado havia sido um dia excelente! Muita energia positiva, novos conhecimentos espirituais, muito boa gente, muito bom humor e convívio e definitivamente muita alegria e gargalhada! Como é possível que um dia tão bom possa culminar com uma situação tão maléfica?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, como se impunha, estive no calor do lar - felizmente, bem acompanhado por pessoas que me querem bem - a recuperar a energia perdida nesta situação e tive a oportunidade de recuperar o meu equilíbrio e sanidade mental.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ainda não ter conseguido (nem sei se algum dia dará para perceber cabalmente) compreender o objectivo deste "presente da vida", sinto-me a relativizar de forma bestial o sucedido, tendo já eliminado os normais sentimentos de raiva (sim, pq mesmo não sendo violento, apeteceu-me espetar aqueles fulanos num pau a arder e com uma faca bem afiada, cortar pequenas lamelas de carne, e dizer: "Tájaver? Era desta grossura o tomate que me trouxeste na salada, oh gandim!") e uma grande parte da frustração de ter perdido "os meus" bens pessoais mais queridos... my precious...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora lá está aquilo que me parece vir a ser a razão do sucedido: my precious little items... mine, mine, mine!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um gajo que me apego demasiado. Tanto às pessoas, como às coisas... enquanto que relativamente à primeira não me pareça existir problema de maior (à parte de uma desilusão ou outra, a maioria são boas surpresas, dependendo dos nossos padrões e expectativas), em relação à segunda, "cheira-me" que tenho alguma coisa para resolver...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presumo que não vou voltar a andar que nem um búzio e definitivamente vou "cortar" nos items pessoais de uso/transporte diário... hoje soube-me muito bem apenas ter de trazer o (outro) telemóvel e a chave de casa ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para além destas chamadas de atenção, a vida nunca (estou a falar verdade... nunca!) me deixou agarrado. A sério. Sou um sortudo do camandro. Chovem-me coisas boas na vida, TANTO QUANTO me chovem coisas "menos boas" (estou cada vez mais alérgico à própria palavra "mal"... é uma ilusão).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, por cada pedrada nos cornos, recebi sempre o dobro em coisas boas... Já o JC dizia...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por conseguinte, coloco a pergunta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E agora, hein? O que será que aí vem???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eina, eina... venham a mim as coisas boas, eu digo!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fique escrito neste mundo virtual, que este Ser aqui, aceita receber todas as coisas boas que o universo tiver para lhe dar! Ah, pois ;-))&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bom, pelo menos já me "obrigou" a fazer um post, que já não fazia há algum tempo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114408075690352016?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114408075690352016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114408075690352016&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114408075690352016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114408075690352016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-dinheiro-no-problema.html' title='O dinheiro não é problema...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114294410278175475</id><published>2006-03-21T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:28:22.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia, PrimaVera!!! Alegria!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0178459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0178459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegados que estamos ao Equinócio da Primavera, deixo aqui a todos os meus desejos de uma EXCELENTE PRIMAVERA 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com muita, muita LUZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Equinócio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em astronomia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;equinócio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; é definido como um dos dois momentos em que o Sol, em sua órbita aparente (como vista da Terra), cruza o plano do equador celeste (a linha do equador terrestre projetada na esfera celeste). Mais precisamente é o ponto onde a eclíptica cruza o equador celeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A palavra equinócio vem do Latim e significa "noites iguais". Os equinócios acontecem em Março e Setembro, as duas ocasiões em que o dia e a noite tem duração igual. Ao medir a duração do dia, considera-se que o nascer do Sol é o instante em que metade do corpo solar está acima (ou metade abaixo) do horizonte, e o pôr do Sol o instante em que o corpo solar encontra-se metade abaixo (ou metade acima) do horizonte. Com esta definição o dia durante os equinócios tem 12 horas de duração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hemisfério Norte o equinócio de Março é o Equinócio de Primavera (chamado de Verão ou Vernal), e o de Setembro é o Equinócio de Outono. O inverso ocorre no hemisfério Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Equinócio de Primavera (hemisfério Norte) ocorre nos dias 20 ou 21 de Março ( nas culturas nórdicas esta data era festejada com comemorações que deram origem a vários costumes hoje relacionados com a Páscoa), e o de Outono em 22 ou 23 de Setembro. A data varia devido aos anos bissextos, que deslocam o calendário das estações em um dia. Devido à órbita elíptica da Terra, as datas nas quais ocorrem os equinócios não dividem o ano em um número igual de dias. Isto ocorre porque quando a Terra está mais próxima do Sol periélio viaja mais velozmente do que quanto está mais longe afélio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solstício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em astronomia, solstício é o momento em que o Sol, durante seu movimento aparente na esfera celeste, atinge o seu maior afastamento, em latitude, do equador. Os solstícios ocorrem duas vezes por ano: em 21 ou 22 de dezembro e em 21 ou 22 de junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hemisfério Sul, o de dezembro é o solstício de verão e o de junho é o solstício de inverno. O oposto acontece no hemisfério Norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114294410278175475?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114294410278175475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114294410278175475&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114294410278175475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114294410278175475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/bom-dia-primavera-alegria.html' title='Bom dia, PrimaVera!!! Alegria!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114244465434028458</id><published>2006-03-15T17:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:56:32.356Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo e a mente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/brain_change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/brain_change.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aquele que possui o teu tempo, possui a tua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Muda o teu tempo e mudarás a tua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Muda a tua mente e mudarás o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;José Argüelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114244465434028458?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114244465434028458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114244465434028458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114244465434028458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114244465434028458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-tempo-e-mente.html' title='O tempo e a mente...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114233981377342580</id><published>2006-03-14T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:55:40.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Jackie, Jackie... és "ENORME"!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/jackjohnson_inbetweendreams.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/jackjohnson_inbetweendreams.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13/03/2006 - Pavilhão Atlântico, Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jackie, Jackie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Corres mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como é bom seres livre e feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lá no fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um grande som que soube muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jackie legisla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114233981377342580?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114233981377342580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114233981377342580&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114233981377342580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114233981377342580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/jackie-jackie-s-enorme.html' title='Jackie, Jackie... és &quot;ENORME&quot;!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114190795993700787</id><published>2006-03-09T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:39:19.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Viva o SLB - Glorioso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/slb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/slb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espectáculo muito bonito e absolutamente memorável no jogo de ontem com o Liverpool (0-2). Grandes golaços, dignos duma Champions League...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande vitória, para uma grande equipa, com uns quantos grandes jogadores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sport Lisboa Benfica é "enorme"! - Como diriam os actuais comentadores desportivos na sua gíria desconcertante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Força BENFICA!!! Estamos contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114190795993700787?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114190795993700787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114190795993700787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114190795993700787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114190795993700787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-o-slb-glorioso.html' title='Viva o SLB - Glorioso!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114181351500143942</id><published>2006-03-08T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:37:26.293Z</updated><title type='text'>MUITOS PARABÉNS, miúdas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0182753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0182753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dia Internacional da Mulher... que nice!&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia, espero que todas as mulheres sintam que "podem ser felizes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partilho o texto abaixo com vocês, porque acho que realmente faz muito sentido e penso que vale a pena lerem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"MULHER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- por DILZA GUIMARÃES (08-03-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creio que posso falar sobre a Mulher com certeza por ser uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher, símbolo de força, sustentação, apoio ao mesmo tempo com um toque de fragilidade, meiguice, docilidade e feminilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falar sobre a Mulher e não falar sobre o “poder feminino” não estaria completo. Poder esse que foi aos poucos esquecido e apagado pelo sofrimento, submissão, escravismo que muitas mulheres se submeteram e se deixaram levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Planeta Terra esteve em desequilíbrio energético por muito tempo onde havia um aumento da energia YANG, (energia masculina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora estamos em uma fase que o planeta está procurando seu  equilíbrio e para isso aumentar sua energia YIN, (energia feminina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pela filosofia chinesa, somos formados por essas energias, YIN e YANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossos órgãos, tecidos células e para que tenhamos um equilíbrio de pensamentos, emoções e ações necessitamos que estas energias estejam equilibradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O predomínio da energia YANG causa o aumento da força, determinação, “agressividade”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O predomínio da energia YIN, nos traz passividade, submissão, permissividade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas quando as duas forças se equilibram o lado negativo dessas duas polaridades se transformam trazendo assim um centramento do SER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu com o planeta e a humanidade foi um aumento da energia YANG, o qual  aos poucos foi apagando o “poder” da energia YING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Universo tudo é regido pelo equilíbrio dessas duas energias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mulher em relação ao homem é energia YIN e o homem a YANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas cada um deles é composto dessas duas energias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Energia YANG na mulher é o poder de decisão, persuasão, falar, explanação de suas idéias, ações, saber o que quer, segurança, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Energia YIN no homem seria a meiguice, suavidade, docilidade, carinho, dom de cuidar, tratar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas cada um de nós, em separado, e em sua individualidade, tem as duas energias YIN e YANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada órgão tem a representação dessas duas energias. Cada pensamento, sentimento e ação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apenas é preciso harmonizar e equilibrar essas energias em si mesmo para depois poder se relacionar com as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando essas energias se equilibram oferecem um centramento, um equilíbrio para o individuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há uma harmonia entre os pensamentos, sentimentos e comportamentos, aumentando a luz em cada um, aumentando o poder pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quanto mais poder pessoal, mais centramento e você não se perde na energia do outro, não se deixa levar. Não há perdas de energia, apenas trocas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada um aprende com as diferenças do outro e não quer mudar o outro. Por isso a aceitação é um fator muito importante nos relacionamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para o aumentar nosso poder pessoal existem vários caminhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Trabalhar suas emoções fazendo uma liberação de medos para que seu potencial possa ser usado plenamente, pois só seremos felizes a medida que formos descobrindo nossas potencialidades e as usando como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Trabalhar nossos pensamentos, programações mentais para que possamos aprender a desejar e a usufruir o poder que temos na mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Trabalhar nosso espírito, nossa energia equilibrando todos nosso centros de energia(chakras), harmonizando nosso corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Trabalhar nosso corpo físico através de exercícios físicos, ginástica, dança, artes marciais e tantas outras atividades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso nos leva a um centramento, a descobrir nosso poder pessoal e a usá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mulher tem um papel muito importante em um relacionameto, tanto quanto o homem tem, por isso não é preciso competir, cada um tem o seu lugar, seu papel no relacionamento e no universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que se precisa fazer é descobrir esse papel. Descobrir sua força interior, seu lugar, seu poder pessoal que foi um pouco apagado durante séculos, mas que agora todas as mulheres estão buscando e desenvolvendo cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada uma no seu caminho, na sua conquista rumo à sua felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARABÉNS A TODAS NÓS MULHERES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FELIZ JORNADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Force be with you, babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vosso admirador,&lt;br /&gt;Masterpeace Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-114181351500143942?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114181351500143942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114181351500143942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114181351500143942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114181351500143942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/muitos-parabns-midas.html' title='MUITOS PARABÉNS, miúdas!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114121022613628620</id><published>2006-03-01T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:54:05.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque as coisas boas são para partilhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0177896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0177896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emissão Online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rádio Radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para pessoas que, tal como eu, vivem em desertos radiofónicos, no que diz respeito a ouvir boa música e conhecer novos mundos musicais&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radarlisboa.fm/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.radarlisboa.fm/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Um agradecimento especial aos camaradas Mr. Brightside e Mr. S, que oportunamente divulgaram esta informação ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-114121022613628620?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114121022613628620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114121022613628620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114121022613628620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114121022613628620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/03/porque-as-coisas-boas-so-para.html' title='Porque as coisas boas são para partilhar...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-114103550759417791</id><published>2006-02-27T10:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T10:33:42.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Back from Itacaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora Vivam, Camaradas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamento a ausência de posts nos últimos tempos, mas por motivos de força maior, fui obrigado a visitar um dos chacras da terra - o maravilhoso paraíso brasileiro, nas redondezas de Salvador da Bahia, mais concretamente, Itacaré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui uns pequenos registos simbólicos desta curta passagem de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/jipe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/jipe.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to the Beach... (or maybe not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/engenhoca.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/engenhoca.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praia da Engenhoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/engenhoca_surf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/engenhoca_surf1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fev/2006, air: 33º, water: 28º&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/piracanga.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/piracanga.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/agua_viva.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/agua_viva.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Água-viva...&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/20534249-114103550759417791?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/114103550759417791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=114103550759417791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114103550759417791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/114103550759417791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-from-itacar.html' title='Back from Itacaré'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113932524425757327</id><published>2006-02-07T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:30:36.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Gaia! Mãe?! - The Mind of Gaia is the Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/87001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/87001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E esta, hein?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A gente" parece que a conhece há tanto tempo, "nisto" nem sequer sabia o nome dela.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O planeta Terra chama-se "GAIA"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, neste sentido de pensamento, apresento o seguinte artigo "castiço"... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mind of Gaia is the Matrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do you know what the word Gaia (Guy-a) means? Gaia is the name of the Earth. It is believed that the Earth is a living organism in space and the human race acts as the central nervous system of the planet. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the only intelligent thing of your body? The answer is no. You are an entire universe within yourself! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let's take a closer look. In your body you have red and white blood cells. White cells will recognize an enemy of the body (virus or any other foreign body) assess the strength of this enemy, then call on other white cells to gather, so that enough will engage in an attack to make it successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not a form of intelligence, even if only on a small level? Not to mention the intelligence of the virus: is this not an intelligent living organism, also? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Are you aware that there are millions of arachnid spiders living on the surface of your skin, choosing their mates, raising children, and battling for territory? Is this not a form of intelligence? In the saline of your eyes there are thousands of living creatures (protozoan organisms). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These organisms are living, thinking creatures! Perhaps not as intelligent as you or I, but nonetheless they are intelligent! In each eyelash you have worm-type creatures that eat, spawn children, live and die with others of its kind in this space. You are a living universe within yourself: you are not a singular being, but a complete multi-universe within yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete multi-universe within yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every organism, right down to your cells, is an individual living thing! You are the god-force in this universe. If we look up electricity in an encyclopedia, you will read about things like electrons, protons, photons, currents, conductors, insulators and so on. At the end of 15 chapters or so, it will then say, "Well folks, the truth of the matter is that we really do not know what electricity is. Everything that you have just read are actually the best theories we currently have." We have learned to harness electricity for a multitude of uses but in the end we still do not understand what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body runs on this electricity, though a better word for it would be energy. This energy makes your individual body parts move by giving tiny electrical shocks, creating movement with a precision that had of course taken quite some practice to perfect (like walking). This energy also gives your heart its beat, tells your lungs to expand and collapse; every nerve of your body communicates with this energy. Even your very thoughts are electrons of energy moving from place to place within your brain. This energy that controls your body is your soul or god-force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it for a moment. If you are depressed, cells, being receptive to this energy, can create cancer, tumors, or just not fight against intruding viruses. Why? Because your soul is what I call the Force or the god-presence within all of us. Your soul is the Force of this universe, within your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Acho que este Post "compõe bem" com o da "&lt;a href="http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/ressonncia-de-schumann.html"&gt;Ressonância de Schumann&lt;/a&gt;" (19/Jan/2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113932524425757327?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113932524425757327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113932524425757327&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113932524425757327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113932524425757327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/02/gaia-me-mind-of-gaia-is-matrix.html' title='Gaia! Mãe?! - The Mind of Gaia is the Matrix'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113880533306258435</id><published>2006-02-01T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:54:44.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas, afinal, a poluição é amiga... "Eu amo a radioactividade" - MT.B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/87005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/87005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encontrei este artigo que contém muita informação interessante!&lt;br /&gt;A informação é apresentada na palavra de alguém que passou por uma experiência de Quase-Morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente de uma ou outra questão que perturbe o raciocínio (a começar pelo facto da quase-morte ter durado 1 hora e meia), acho que este texto merece ser partilhado, pois apresenta bastantes perspectivas com as quais concordo em absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez é uma tradução português-brasileiro, mas encontra-se disponível a versão inglesa, para quem preferir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos aspectos que me marcou mais na leitura deste texto foi a perspectiva de que "os problemas da humanidade afinal são bons", são uma espécie de "mal necessário", como quem efectivamente "escreve direito por linhas tortas" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os "problemas da vida humana" têm sido uma questão com a qual me tenho debatido: se não há coincidências, então o mal (e o bem), definitivamente também não acontece por acaso..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mellen-Thomas Benedict é um artista que sobreviveu a uma experiência de quase-morte em 1982. Ele permaneceu morto por mais de uma hora e meia após ter morrido de câncer. Na hora de sua morte ele saiu do corpo e foi para a luz. Ele estava curioso a respeito do universo, e foi levado pra longe, para as profundezas remotas da existência e além, para o vazio energético do nada que existe por detrás do Big Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Durante a sua experiência, ele absorveu uma quantidade enorme de informações sobre a reencarnação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Em 1982 eu morri de um câncer terminal. A doença era inoperável, e todos os tipos de quimioterapia que me davam me faziam vegetar cada vez mais. Os médicos me deram de seis a oito meses de vida. Eu fui um obstinado por informações nos anos 70, e me tornei cada vez mais desanimado por causa da crise nuclear, da crise ecológica e esses assuntos. E, por não ter uma base espiritual, eu passei a acreditar que a natureza havia cometido um engano, e que nós provavelmente éramos um organismo canceroso no planeta. Eu não via nenhuma saída para os problemas que tínhamos criado para nós mesmos e para o planeta. E enxergava todos os humanos como sendo câncer, já que era isso que eu tinha. Foi isso que me matou. Cuidado com a sua visão do mundo. Ela pode voltar para você, especialmente se for uma visão de mundo negativa. Eu tinha uma visão gravemente negativa. Isto foi o que me conduziu à morte. Eu tentei vários métodos alternativos de cura, mas nada ajudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Então eu decidi que isto ficaria apenas entre eu e Deus. Na verdade eu nunca havia encarado Deus antes, nem lidado com Ele. Eu não tinha nenhuma espiritualidade na época, mas eu comecei uma jornada para aprender espiritualidade e curas alternativas. Eu li tudo o que pude e me agarrei ao assunto, porque eu não queria ter uma surpresa quando chegasse do outro lado. Comecei a ler sobre várias religiões e filosofias. Tudo era muito interessante e me deu uma esperança de que havia alguma coisa do outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por outro lado, eu era um artista liberal que fazia vitrais, e não possuía assistência médica. Então, todas as minhas economias se foram do dia para noite nos exames médicos. Enfrentei os médicos sem nenhum tipo de seguro. Eu não queria que a minha família se afundasse financeiramente, e decidi lidar com isso sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu não tinha dores constantes, mas apagava de vez em quando. Fiquei de um jeito que nem me atrevia a dirigir, e eventualmente ia parar no hospital. Eu contratei minha própria enfermeira. E fui abençoado por este anjo, que ficou junto comigo na fase terminal. Eu durei cerca de dezoito meses. Não quis tomar muitos remédios, para ficar o mais consciente possível. E comecei a ter tanta dor, que isso era a única coisa que eu tinha na consciência, felizmente por poucos dias de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu me lembro de acordar um dia em casa por volta das 4:30 da manhã, sabendo que estava acabado. Este era o dia em que eu ia morrer. Então eu chamei uns amigos para me despedir. Eu acordei minha enfermeira e disse a ela. Eu tinha um acordo particular com ela de que ela deixaria meu corpo morto sozinho por umas seis horas, porque eu tinha lido que muitas coisas interessantes acontecem quando você morre. Eu voltei a dormir. A próxima coisa que eu lembro é o começo de uma típica experiência quase-morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ler Artigo completo, clicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.zblackbook.com/masterpeaces/Mellen-Thomas_Benedict_PT_BR.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (demora aprox. 7,83 minutos a ler e aconselho vivamente!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113880533306258435?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113880533306258435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113880533306258435&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113880533306258435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113880533306258435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/02/mas-afinal-poluio-amiga-eu-amo.html' title='Mas, afinal, a poluição é amiga... &quot;Eu amo a radioactividade&quot; - MT.B.'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113862003567643637</id><published>2006-01-30T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:20:35.936Z</updated><title type='text'>O clima da Terra está a atingir um ponto de viragem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/natureza_morta_exercito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/natureza_morta_exercito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Natureza Morta, in the Army now!", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Artigo interessante (de 12/Dez/2005) e adequado para o dia de hoje, face aos acontecimentos de ontem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;O clima da Terra está a atingir um ponto de viragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A temperatura da Terra, com o rápido aquecimento global dos últimos 30 anos, está agora a passar pelo nível de temperatura mais elevado do Holocénico, o período de clima relativamente estável que existe há mais de 10 mil anos. A subida de temperatura em um grau Celsius tornará a Terra mais quente do que foi no último milhão de anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A atitude de alheamento perante as emissões de CO2 produzidas pelos combustíveis fósseis, que na última década aumentaram 2 por cento ao ano, será responsável por um aquecimento adicional de 2 a 3 graus Celsius neste século. Tão drástico aumento implicará mudanças que praticamente darão origem a um planeta diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;O clima da Terra está quase a atingir, mas ainda não ultrapassou, um ponto de viragem além do qual será impossível evitar alterações climáticas de longo alcance e de consequências indesejáveis. Estas alterações compreendem não apenas a perda do Árctico como nós o conhecemos, com tudo o que isso implica para a vida selvagem e para as populações indígenas, mas também prejuízos em muito maior escala devido à subida do nível dos mares em todo mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;O nível do mar subirá primeiro lentamente, porque as perdas das orlas marítimas da Gronelândia e da Antárctica devido à aceleração das correntes de gelo são quase compensadas pelo aumento da queda de neve e pelo espessamento dos lençóis de gelo, que engrossarão os lençóis de gelo interiores. Mas à medida que o gelo da Gronelândia e do Oeste da Antárctica amolecer e for lubrificado pela água resultante da fusão, e que os bancos de gelo de sustentação desaparecerem devido ao aquecimento do oceano, a balança irá inclinar-se para a perda de gelo, provocando assim a rápida desagregação dos lençóis de gelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A história da Terra diz-nos que, com um aquecimento de 2 a 3 graus Celsius, o novo ponto de equilíbrio do nível do mar incluiria não apenas a maior parte do gelo da Gronelândia e do Oeste da Antárctica, mas uma percentagem do Leste da Antárctica, aumentando o nível do mar em 25 metros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Continua no primeiro post...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/3-sense3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknow Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... cheira, toca e sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113829095985760826?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113829095985760826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113829095985760826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113829095985760826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113829095985760826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/fala-escuta-e-olha.html' title='Fala, escuta e olha...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113819076315508579</id><published>2006-01-25T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:06:03.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do Dia: Hoje quero ser FELIZ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/feliz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"- E tu, já sorriste hoje?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-113819076315508579?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113819076315508579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113819076315508579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113819076315508579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113819076315508579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/pensamento-do-dia-hoje-quero-ser-feliz.html' title='Pensamento do Dia: Hoje quero ser FELIZ!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113809664366174679</id><published>2006-01-24T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:57:24.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Rua do Pinhal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/rua_do_pinhal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/rua_do_pinhal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rua do Pinhal, Almeirim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;- PINHAAAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-113809664366174679?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113809664366174679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113809664366174679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113809664366174679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113809664366174679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/rua-do-pinhal.html' title='Rua do Pinhal'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113801827901695511</id><published>2006-01-23T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:13:14.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Crianças Indigo e Cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/pleyades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/pleyades.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pleyades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já ouviram falar de Crianças Indigo e Crianças Cristal?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica uma "pequena" introdução ao tema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrónomos importantes como Freidrich Wilhelm Bessel, Paul Otto Hesse, José Comas Sola, Edmund Halley, depois de estudos e cálculos minuciosos, chegaram à conclusão de que o sistema solar gira em torno de Alcione, estrela central da constelação das Plêiades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nosso Sol é, portanto, a oitava estrela da constelação e leva 26 mil anos para completar uma órbita ao redor de &lt;a href="http://www.zblackbook.com/images/masterpeaces/alcione.gif"&gt;Alcione&lt;/a&gt;. Descobriu-se também que Alcione tem à sua volta um gigantesco anel de radiação que foi chamado de cinturão de fótons. Um fóton consiste na decomposição ou divisão do elétron, sendo a mais ínfima partícula de energia eletromagnética. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A cada dez mil anos o Sistema Solar penetra por dois mil anos nesse anel de fótons, ficando mais próximo de Alcione. A última vez que a Terra passou por ele foi durante a Era de Leão, há cerca de doze mil anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Na Era de Aquário, que está se iniciando, ficaremos outros dois mil anos nesse anel de radiação. Sob a influência dos fótons, todas as moléculas e átomos do nosso planeta passam por uma transformação, precisando se readaptar a novos parâmetros. A excitação molecular cria um tipo de luz constante, permanente, que não é quente, uma luz sem temperatura que não produz sombra nem escuridão. Talvez por isso os hindus chamem de Era da Luz os tempos que estão por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Desde 1972, o Sistema Solar vem entrando no cinturão de fótons, e em 1987 foi a Terra que começou a penetrá-lo, estando gradativamente avançando até que no ano de 2012 deverá estar totalmente imersa em sua luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As pessoas despertas acordarão como de um sonho com seus centros de energia totalmente abertos, livres do véu do esquecimento, tanto pessoal quanto planetário, pertinentes à terceira dimensão. As pessoas começarão a se reconectar com suas origens e propósitos da alma, que é o retorno da Consciência Crística para o planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Um novo campo de percepção está disponível para aqueles que aprenderem a ver as coisas de uma outra forma. Desde a década de oitenta, quando a Terra começou a penetrar no cinturão de fótons, estávamos nos sincronizando com a quarta dimensão e nos preparando para receber a radiação de Alcione, estrela de quinta dimensão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O véu do esquecimento que envolve o nosso planeta cairá de tal modo que os primeiros Semeadores de Vida na Terra, vindos de outros sistemas, reaparecerão nos auxiliando a firmar uma nova civilização e a incorporar uma nova realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Prestem atenção, eu vou repetir: O véu do esquecimento que envolve o nosso planeta cairá de tal modo que os primeiros Semeadores de Vida na Terra, vindos de outros sistemas, reaparecerão nos auxiliando a firmar uma nova civilização e a incorporar uma nova realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É aqui que entram as Crianças Índigo - essas crianças fascinantes... fantásticas... fabulosas... que são o próximo passo na nossa evolução como espécie humana. As Crianças Índigo são crianças espetaculares. E estão chegando para ajudar na transformação social, educacional, familiar e espiritual de todo o planeta, independentemente de fronteiras e de classes sociais. São catalisadores desencadeando as reações necessárias para a transformação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Excerto de uma &lt;a href="http://www.caminhosdeluz.org/A-251.htm"&gt;palestra&lt;/a&gt; de Celso J.S.Nogueira, em Junho de 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-113801827901695511?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113801827901695511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113801827901695511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113801827901695511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113801827901695511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/crianas-indigo-e-cristal.html' title='Crianças Indigo e Cristal'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113767569071143306</id><published>2006-01-19T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:03:50.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Von Click - Alguns registos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Janela_dAvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Janela_dAvis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Janela d'Avis", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Cruz_da_Morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Cruz_da_Morte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cruz da Morte", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Incongruencias_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Incongruencias_1822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Incongruências 1822", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Avis_Industrial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Avis_Industrial.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Avis Industrial", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Casas_dAvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Casas_dAvis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Casas D'Avis", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/VONCLICK_Ponte_Ervedal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/VONCLICK_Ponte_Ervedal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ponte do Ervedal at dusk", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Partilho aqui os 6 registos do Von Click, que participaram no 1º Concurso de Fotografia de Avis, subordinado ao tema "Gentes e Locais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma destas fotos ficou em 3º lugar no concurso. Queiram esplanar aqui a vossa opinião ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Sim, principalmente Tu que nem sequer te dignaste a revelar as tuas fotografias para participar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/20534249-113767569071143306?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113767569071143306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113767569071143306&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113767569071143306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113767569071143306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/von-click-alguns-registos.html' title='Von Click - Alguns registos'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113767308413554303</id><published>2006-01-19T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:21:22.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Ressonância de Schumann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/87002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/87002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito interessante esta "teoria"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não só as pessoas mais idosas mas também os jovens fazem a experiência de que tudo está acelerando excessivamente. Ontem foi Carnaval, dentro de pouco será a Páscoa, mais um pouco, Natal. Esse sentimento é ilusório ou tem base real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela ressonância Schumann procura-se dar uma explicação. O físico alemão W.O. Schumann constatou em 1952 que a Terra é cercada por um campo eletromagnético poderoso que se forma entre o solo e a parte inferior da ionosfera, cerca de 100km acima de nós. Esse campo possui uma ressonância (dai chamar-se ressonância Schumann), mais ou menos constante, da ordem de 7,83 pulsações por segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Funciona como uma espécie de marca-passo, responsável pelo equilíbrio da biosfera, condição comum de todas as formas de vida. Verificou-se também que todos os vertebrados e o nosso cérebro são dotados da mesma frequência de 7,83 hertz.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empiricamente fez-se a constatação de que não podemos ser saudáveis fora dessa frequência biológica natural. Sempre que os astronautas, por causa das viagens espaciais, ficavam fora da ressonância Schumann, adoeciam. Mas submetidos à acção de um simulador Schumann recuperavam o equilíbrio e a saúde. Por milhares de anos as batidas do coração da Terra tinham essa frequência de pulsações e a vida desenrolava-se em relativo equilíbrio ecológico. Acontece que a partir dos anos 80, e de forma mais acentuada a partir dos anos 90, a frequência passou de 7,83 para 11 e para 13 hertz.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração da Terra disparou. Coincidentemente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fizeram-se sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;desequilíbrios ecológicos: perturbações climáticas, maior atividade dos vulcões, crescimento de tensões e conflitos no mundo e aumento geral de comportamentos desviantes nas pessoas, entre outros. Devido à aceleração geral, a jornada de 24 horas é, na verdade, somente de 16 horas. Portanto, a percepção de que tudo passa rápido demais não é ilusória, mas teria base real nesse transtorno da ressonância Schumann.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia, esse superorganismo vivo que é a Mãe Terra, deverá estar à procura de formas de voltar ao seu equilíbrio natural. E vai consegui-lo, mas não sabemos a que preço, a ser pago pela biosfera e pelos seres humanos. Aqui abre-se o espaço para grupos esotéricos e outros futuristas projectarem cenários, ora dramáticos, com catástrofes terríveis, ora esperançadores, como a irrupção da quarta dimensão, pela qual todos seremos mais intuitivos, mais espirituais e mais sintonizados com o biorritmo da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo reforçar esse tipo de leitura. Apenas enfatizo a tese recorrente entre grandes cosmólogos e biólogos de que a Terra é, efectivamente, um superorganismo vivo, de que a Terra e a humanidade formam uma única entidade, como os astronautas testemunham nas suas naves espaciais. Nós, seres humanos, somos Terra que sente, pensa, ama e venera. Porque somos isso, possuímos a mesma natureza bioelétrica e estamos envoltos pelas mesmas ondas ressonantes Schumann.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos que a Terra reencontre seu equilíbrio, devemos começar por nós mesmos: fazer tudo sem stress, com mais serenidade, com mais harmonia, com mais amor,  que é uma energia essencialmente harmonizadora. Para isso importa termos coragem de ser anticultura dominante, que nos obriga a ser cada vez mais competitivos e efectivos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precisamos respirar juntos com a Terra, para conspirar com ela pela paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Leonardo Boff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto especialmente do conceito de "sintonia" e de "conspirar com ela pela paz"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-113767308413554303?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113767308413554303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113767308413554303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113767308413554303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113767308413554303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/ressonncia-de-schumann.html' title='Ressonância de Schumann'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113707923819315583</id><published>2006-01-12T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:01:59.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Planetary Ascension Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/CalendarioMaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/CalendarioMaia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calendário Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre gostei muito dos Maias. Acho que os gajos eram uns tipos espertos, mas esta ainda não sabia... até eles já falavam da 4ªdimensão e da ascenção espiritual da humanidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;noal style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2012 - Planetary Ascension year 2012&lt;/noal&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" class="ingress"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/2012" class="auto-link"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; is by many separate sources of &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/wisdom" class="auto-link"&gt;wisdom&lt;/a&gt; seen as being a portal into what some people call the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/golden_age" class="auto-link"&gt;Golden Age&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/2012" class="auto-link"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; marks, according to the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/mayan_calendar" class="auto-link"&gt;The Mayan Calendar&lt;/a&gt;, the ending of Time as we know it and as something old die something new will be born. The &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/mayan" class="auto-link"&gt;Mayan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/perspective" class="auto-link"&gt;perspective&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/2012" class="auto-link"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/current" class="auto-link"&gt;current&lt;/a&gt; times we live in is very similar to the view of &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/kalki" class="auto-link"&gt;Kalki&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/golden_age_foundation" class="auto-link"&gt;Golden Age Foundation&lt;/a&gt; who is also co-organising the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/oneness_festival" class="auto-link"&gt;Oneness Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of a coming &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/golden_age" class="auto-link"&gt;Golden Age&lt;/a&gt; is widely recognised among many &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/spiritual" class="auto-link"&gt;spiritual&lt;/a&gt; authors, &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/spiritual_traditions" class="auto-link"&gt;spiritual traditions&lt;/a&gt; and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that by &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/2012" class="auto-link"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; you will have people that are &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/enlightened" class="auto-link"&gt;enlightened&lt;/a&gt; (open, honest, caring, loving, united to the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/divine" class="auto-link"&gt;divine&lt;/a&gt;) and those that still seek humanity's lower natures (&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/suffering" class="auto-link"&gt;suffering&lt;/a&gt;, misery, &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/hate" class="auto-link"&gt;hate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/separation" class="auto-link"&gt;separation&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/divine" class="auto-link"&gt;divine&lt;/a&gt;) but at least the &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/scale" class="auto-link"&gt;scale&lt;/a&gt; may be tipping more toward &lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/enlightened" class="auto-link"&gt;enlightened&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/hermes_trismegistus" class="auto-link"&gt;Hermes Trismegistus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" class="ingress"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113707923819315583?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113707923819315583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113707923819315583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113707923819315583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113707923819315583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/planetary-ascension-year-2012.html' title='Planetary Ascension Year 2012'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113689616988060658</id><published>2006-01-10T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:29:29.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of a doubt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/shadow_of_a_doubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/shadow_of_a_doubt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Shadow of a doubt", by Von Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inadvertidamente ou não, a fotografia prega-nos partidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&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/20534249-113689616988060658?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113689616988060658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113689616988060658&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113689616988060658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113689616988060658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/shadow-of-doubt.html' title='Shadow of a doubt...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113689144956809322</id><published>2006-01-10T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:10:53.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Waskaramaska!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/rio-teixeira7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/rio-teixeira7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/rio-teixeira4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/rio-teixeira4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/rio-teixeira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/rio-teixeira1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há sensações que são impossíveis de descrever... estas são algumas delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É curioso perceber que "se agora pudesse dar um saltinho (só um, vá lá... epá, vá láá...), ir-me-ía sentir muito melhor o resto do dia". Faz-me pensar o que estarei eu aqui a fazer sentado numa cadeira, a olhar para um monitor de computador... Bom, mas não era essa a intenção deste post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As imagens acima foram tiradas pela Associação Desnível nas suas actividades de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canyoning&lt;/span&gt;, no Rio Teixeira, perto de Oliveira de Frades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou à procura de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locais dentro ou fora de Portugal para praticar esta modalidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Contem-me tudo e não me escondam nada ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Eventuais interessados em praticar Canyoning num futuro próximo, deixem um post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113689144956809322?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113689144956809322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113689144956809322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113689144956809322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113689144956809322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/waskaramaska.html' title='Waskaramaska!!!'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113656663804719718</id><published>2006-01-06T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:57:18.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Pinhal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/J0185144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/J0185144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinhal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Pinhal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pinhal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/20534249-113656663804719718?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113656663804719718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113656663804719718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113656663804719718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113656663804719718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/pinhal.html' title='Pinhal...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113654531715812269</id><published>2006-01-06T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:01:57.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Kryon, a love-filled and empowering angelic being.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/pic00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/pic00491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Synchronicity is defined as things occurring coincidentally, or so it seems... But consider this possibility: there are no coincidences."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já ouviram falar de Kryon?&lt;br /&gt;Estou à procura de mais informações sobre esta "entidade".&lt;br /&gt;Falem-me disso, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF" is Kryon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kryon is a consciousness that pervades all universes. Kryon is rather like a committee that has the ultimate understanding of what happens on Planet Earth, and of what goes on everywhere else. He is everything within this solar system. However, not only in this solar system, but also galaxies beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kryon is everything that is, and everything that is not. Kryon is God in a state of detachment from Mother Earth. Kryon is detached from Mother Earth in order to see and to understand clearly what is happening here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet Earth has been through a special experience is the last few thousand years: - the separation from God. Kryon is here to take you on the journey home, and to connect you with your inner divinity, for you are all magical beings of this universe, magnificent beyond your comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In prior channellings, a step-by-step way for emotional clearing has been explained. Being emotionally unbalanced is like driving a car with a dirty windscreen, or sailing a ship whose anchor still holds fast at the bottom of the sea. Until you achieve emotional clarity, your lives are going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kryon energy comes to you in love and honesty, and brings specialist information and knowledge from all corners of the universe to assist you in the ascension process. There is not one entity or specialist group of knowledge and understanding that cannot be contacted through Kryon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113654531715812269?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113654531715812269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113654531715812269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113654531715812269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113654531715812269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/kryon-love-filled-and-empowering.html' title='Kryon, a love-filled and empowering angelic being.'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113654216757672090</id><published>2006-01-06T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:10:43.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Eta bichinho feio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Demon%20Stinger%20Fish%20-%20Inimicus%20caledonicus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Demon%20Stinger%20Fish%20-%20Inimicus%20caledonicus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demon Stinger Fish - Inimicus caledonicus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabaram de me "apresentar" este espécime de aparência e características bastante curiosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A título de exemplo de "curioso", para além do aspecto, este jovem tem patas e usa-as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, aproveito a oportunidade para vos divulgar um site útil para pesquisa de espécies de peixes: www.fishbase.org (tem fotos, procurem opção "See Pictures").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queiram fazer o favor de indicar mais links interessantes sobre esta temática ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113654216757672090?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113654216757672090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113654216757672090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113654216757672090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113654216757672090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/eta-bichinho-feio.html' title='Eta bichinho feio...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113646259083550582</id><published>2006-01-05T11:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T10:12:05.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Não leves a vida tão a sério, afinal sabes que não sairás vivo dela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/87055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/87055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de não pretender manter uma actividade bloggista com frases feitas, cumpre-me acrescentar este pensamento que adoro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Estar preocupado é como oscilar numa cadeira de baloiço: tem-se algo que fazer, mas não se chega a lado nenhum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evan Esar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E muito nós gostamos de baloiçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20534249-113646259083550582?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113646259083550582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113646259083550582&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113646259083550582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113646259083550582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-leves-vida-to-srio-afinal-sabes-que.html' title='Não leves a vida tão a sério, afinal sabes que não sairás vivo dela.'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20534249.post-113645912282705881</id><published>2006-01-05T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:19:42.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Paz, Harmonia e Tranquilidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/1600/Mushrooms%20Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2016/2061/320/Mushrooms%20Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah e tal, blogs, sim senhores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, cá está uma das minhas resoluções para 2006: criar um Blog para partilhar pensamentos, imagens e outros disparates e brincadeiras de puto em geral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns dirão: "atéquenfim!"&lt;br /&gt;Outros dirão: "mas pra quê, pá?"&lt;br /&gt;Outros ainda: "mas o que é que eu fiz?! o que é que eu fiiiz?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, resolvi e bumba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindos a este espaço cibernáutico,&lt;br /&gt;Saudações amigas e outros salamaleques do Vosso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MasterPeace Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20534249-113645912282705881?l=masterpeaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/feeds/113645912282705881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20534249&amp;postID=113645912282705881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113645912282705881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20534249/posts/default/113645912282705881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterpeaces.blogspot.com/2006/01/paz-harmonia-e-tranquilidade.html' title='Paz, Harmonia e Tranquilidade...'/><author><name>MasterPeace Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506699097836881539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TAMr6n6ieeM/R1Qx1vq3IAI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ot3HflWbhlw/S220/smile_super-smile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
