India is in my Soul

The 19, how can I not remember India. I celebrated my birthday in Ubatuba, but how was India not part of me? How Buddhism and Taoism will not be part of my soul.

Even more so when he reminded me how my teachers Marcelo and Rafaela were part of the defense of the protection of indigenous peoples in Brazil. And my friend Sho, who I introduced and his family come from India, and they both lived in India.Or Paulo, who I met because of my grandmother. And, of course, India was part of his life. I even wonder how it could be non-person if you stayed more than a month in India.

I even remember writing “This reminded me that I planned to leave Delhi as soon as I arrived. Every part of my body was present within hours. My soul ached with a pain probably as old as the Vedic texts. I wanted to escape, go to Thailand and float in the comfort of the Mekong. India has not left me. India is like that she talks to you, she screams, she pushes you and squeezes you and you better listen quickly to what she’s saying. By the way, you better understand that she will turn you inside out and it’s up to you to heal your own wounds.”How could I not have remembered.

November 19th is my birthday. I always remember Asia. Asia reminded us that we have to learn and be present, with a five year plan. It reminded me of traveling alone and always made me present. And be people’s lives.

But nowadays, I feel like this. I met Lamas around the world, and I even had the good fortune to meet a Lama from Nepal, in Ubatuba.

Perhaps what struck me the most is that presence is not physical, it’s how our souls meet spirit and it’s not material. Tears flowed when Thalita meditated from Tharam Sala on the 19th and didn’t even know it was my birthday this year.

But the first time I was in ), Dharamsala) in India, I took a class with Karmapa and Dalai Lama. And I didn’t plan this. It was the first time I met Denise, and she got me interested in Buddhism.

Or that I met her years ago.
I myself are in so many languages ​​and in so many countries that it’s hard to explain. I’m even grateful I’m in a coma to have time to observe. I’m even friends with Anna Paula, I’ve even never met her and we meditate every week.

And life is so funny that when André came to Thailand to celebrate his birthday, he liked it so much, he found it very similar to Ubatuba. The fact is, we have to realize that we had to be present. Sometimes we think it’s a place where it’s above our mind. Sometimes we have to realize that maybe we have to find the people who are on the same path.

So on my birthday I asked people to talk, it touched me when my mother-in-law said that we didn’t get close, by chance. That people get close to people like ourselves. As if it were a spiritual thing.

on my birthday, I asked everyone to talk about their life, what inspires their spiritual life.

It’s hard to be present, but we all have freedom of our mind. Last night I went to bed early and woke up with a Thunder. It was so hard and I was a little scared. I was never afraid to travel the world alone. But all I fear is my brain. I admired the power of nature, where I asked for the protection of the sky of nature and the only thing I could do was meditate and come to my mind.

So even broke, older, India is like that she talks to you, she screams, she pushes you and squeezes you and you better listen quickly to what she is saying. By the way, you better understand that she will turn you inside out and it’s up to you to heal your own wounds.

Love Jules

A Little Philosopher

“It’s as if everything goes back and forth in the sea, but in the pool everything seems to stop. But the sea, it comes and goes. And sometimes it comes in a way that is different.

The profound philosophy came from a six-year-old boy. I was walking along the beach, and talking to people. It was very sunny, and her mother said that the rest of the family was at the inn’s swimming pool. She told me she was from the countryside, she knows the heat, but little of the rain was loving it.

She preferred to go back to the pool, but the boy tried to explain to me why he liked the sea better. It touched me, he didn’t want to keep silent, he didn’t want to talk on the phone, he wanted to see nature.

“He told me that seeing the sea, he saw that everything goes and comes back in different ways.” And he told me amazing things about his creativity, and I encouraged him.

As I have a degree in cognitive anthropology, I am curious to know what I see and this boy’s mind is so different from the children I see here.

I copied Monja Coen, to be the child too. And I’ve volunteered with children in London and Thailand. I always put myself, as if I were a child.

I also wonder why I was so taken by the Internet. And not seeing the circle of life and trapped by the phones.

So these days I’m trying to use the phone less.

I woke up several times and remembering the people I met these days. They made me be there.

As I said, the Lama would have said about the effects of a telephone, and not being present.

I met a nutritionist and she told me I should have a routine.

I know I would have a routine of walking and doing yoga in the morning. And in the afternoon I was walking and I saw two women who were taking pictures. Thus began our conversation.

The conversation talked through the photo, to Buddhism, spiritualism and gratitude for nature. It turned into a walk and a friendship began.

He walked the walk, the conversation, the stories and even watching the sea.

The young philosopher is right

“ It’s as if everything goes back and forth in the sea, but in the pool everything seems to stop. But the sea, it comes and goes. And sometimes it comes in a way that is different.”

Our friends come and go. They appear in a different way. And the new ones that have arrived and aren’t in the prison of a phone, remind us of who we are. The best is our journey.

And this little philosopher also told me that he saw these in the games, and the shells don’t even come.

Yeah, I’m glad I went down and got a philosophy professor, and he reminded me that nature makes us see life.

But this little philosopher said to me “That’s cool Jules, I didn’t even bring a phone. “”

Gratitude

Wake up and the internet

Sunday I learned something valuable from Lama Khenchet Rinpoche, and he told me how sometimes we claim, to see reality we see reality through the internet.

Even though he was a Buddhist lama and his class was in English. It’s not language. But inside me it makes more sense because I’ve lived in many countries.

When the Lama said it, it sounds like we are hallucinating and need to wake up.

At this point we try to see the reality of the Internet. And almost always we need to see what another lives.

When I asked him I sometimes think I’m hallucinating after my second coma.

The Lama said to me “How do you think it’s a hallucination? “

“I said I understand, but it bothers me”

And he told me it helped a lot

“So you are waking up from what is reality”

It made me start to value wanting to be woken up.

So I started taking out the phone when I woke up. I even meditated in my bed, I started to observe my body, my mind and when I woke up I took out my phone and André’s.

We wake up to reality and to where we are.

I know that the reality of so many countries around the world is trapped by the information we are. And in a way we are stuck to the world and the information of the internet and what is outside of our reality that we have built.

So I realize that all the realities of my friends are from countries, from indifference to their Perception of politics. All my friends don’t want to kill anyone. I start to wake up I hope people wake up from reality.

Andrey still lives in Sweden and his family lives in Russia so I know he needs to calm down like me. Just like I know my friends in Asia always understand me
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But maybe I was lucky enough to meet new friends. Those can understand. These make me wake up. And through the internet I can keep in touch with my friends and they’re not even close. But their minds are close.

Everything the Lama did made me even more grateful to everyone.

With love,

My hug

These days I heard a very beautiful story. And it reminds me of many things in my life.

Yesterday I was at the meeting on Buddhism and action to others. But it made me think that it’s not about giving money it’s about compassion.

It reminded me of my friend telling me that we all have an inner loneliness. And he practiced putting a hug to strangers

When I traveled alone, I always say that we who travel like this are never alone. Sometimes when we were together with each other maybe we are more alone.

So I made a lot of friends that when we met, we hugged each other to say goodbye to our loved ones who went alone. We never had the loneliness.

Yesterday, I was told a story about a person who was on the street and asked for money. The person on the street lived on the street, and the boy tried to give. But he looked in his bag, but he didn’t have it. But he could give a hug.

The person was so emotional, living on the streets and for years didn’t know that their value was much greater than money.

It touched me and reminded me that my friend lives in London and was doing the hug campaign.

I remember I never thought it would make sense in England. I know a gentleman from Amsterdam and he lives in Asia and he always hugs.

But me in Solitude reminded me that in London we were able to see young people, young and old, and that they wanted the hug from my friend and the hug campaign. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they cried and talked.

Those of the hug were right, that the hug is worth more than the money.

A hug,

Jules

Meditation for children

I want to share how my friend is a Vipassana Volunteer. And he showed me and moved me. There is even vipassana for children.

My first Vipassana was in England. I had denied it many times, and I wrote and was afraid, lazy, etc. And one day I was in Turkey, and a boy on the train and he spoke to me, and in English. He told me he’s from Greece, he said “I don’t know why I think you should do Vipassana”. Amazing because I had just denied it, applied again, and went. So I recommend it to everyone who feels. And if you have a child , have a look.

I want to share how my friend told me now. He is a Vipassana Volunteer, for many years. And he to showed me and moved me. There is even vipassana for children.

Below is Vipassana uk link to childrens section including some videos etc https://uk.dhamma.org/children-young-people/

Loads, and peace for all,

Love, Jules

Meditation for children

I want to share how my friend is a Vipassana Volunteer. And he showed me and moved me. There is even vipassana for children.

My first Vipassana was in England. I had denied it many times, and I wrote and was afraid, lazy, etc. And one day I was in Turkey, and a boy on the train and he spoke to me, and in English. He told me he’s from Greece, he said “I don’t know why I think you should do Vipassana”. Amazing because I had just denied it, applied again, and went. So I recommend it to everyone who feels. And if you have a child , have a look.

I want to share how my friend told me now. He is a Vipassana Volunteer, for many years. And he to showed me and moved me. There is even vipassana for children.

Below is Vipassana uk link to childrens section including some videos etc https://uk.dhamma.org/children-young-people/

Loads, and peace for all,

Love, Jules

In our paths, we try to wake up

Facing the sea is the house that grandma gave me, without telling me, and now it has Buddha in front and Dao.

Since I was little I learned from my grandmother “What you give is no longer yours”. It was because many people still want to control as their own.

Well, my grandmother Lucia was Catholic and my house is changing as she should have imagined.

She is slowly becoming Asian. As soon as she arrived at Dao she is a beautiful cat. Which are the same ones she saw in Burma and Thailand.

And all I went through in Asia was more meditating and doing yoga and suddenly I found Buddhists. Fortunately in Dharamshala I met and took classes with the Dalai Lama and Karmapa.

The Dalai Lama’s first word was “Don’t be Buddhist, respect all religions, respect what’s inside you”

So I started to admire Buddhism and meet so many lamas, and that made me find a way. And so I find great friends who aren’t even close.

And I would look for the right place. And never knew. I would go from every region of the world that I lived and I would always take off and feel trapped
And Buddhism has always stood in my way.

Yesterday I was listening to Lama Dorje and it really touched me. I met him in June, but since those days I have meditated more and my hallucinations have disappeared.

It touched me when a person submitted their question. “Lama, what is the level of compassion? If I already help my brother, if he has no home, and he is very drunk, etc. What do I do? Lam said, “First you did well to help him, don’t judge him. Doing so will help make you more drunk.”

Even he reminded me that I had learned that we should never judge a cat that has done something wrong, because that stimulates the cat’s mind. When we play, always encouraging us to do the same. They can't even speak, but the mind works like a cat. One Lama said that a friend said that we are never alone.

I heard something like that, but I also remembered that a Tibetan once told me “Now if we always want to think that we are alone we are alone in a negative thing. But in fact we are never alone, but we need to free ourselves from ourselves.
As long as we are at peace with ourselves, then we have the path of compassion.” So my house my grandmother gave me and it turned Asian. Buddhas inside and out. And grandma is still inside me, and so many friends. And like the Tibetan lamas, it makes me think of Tara that she is the mother of all Buddhas.

Gratitude to my mother and for her who is even more of my house Tara. And of course I know that everything is impermanent like the sea, and my home is becoming my home, but I know it’s a mandala, like us. Just as the place is our mind.

With love,
Jules

Being explosive is easier than being calm

You know I’m explosive, and I always have been. But I’ve been trying to be calm. I’ve even thought about the people I know. And who stayed close to my life.

My dad said it’s because we’re Spain and Italy type. My grandmother Jandira played on several instruments and had her blast. It’s true, but I’ve always been on the run. Or stronger since I got out of it which I disagree with. I was greatly influenced by many teachers and friends from all regions of the world.

But, my mother, my brother, my grandmother Lúcia, my husband André, my first husband Haiko, and several friends are already on the side of the calmer ones. And they’re also from all over the world.

Explosives that talk a lot, that calm people already know how to listen better than we do. And the quiet ones always prefer their inner stuff

Now when I train to stay calm, I sometimes see the explosion of the calm ones and I’m even happy. But it’s hard when they attack us from the inside. And I end up attacking back. So I had thought a lot about cognition.

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I always talked a lot with my friend Andrey, and he is from Russia and we were doing a PhD at LSE. I remember we talked a lot about cognition.

I know that my beloved teachers Maurice Bloch and Rita Astuti influenced me to question. How do I know that Professor Mustapha took the Decolonize the Mind class.

These days I was calm, as I was training to meditate and keep my mind calm. But one day I went to spend a day of conversations and it was strong. My mind was calm, but a calm person, he would get angry. That’s when I went to record the funny stories, when the person next to him got desperate.

He asked me to delete it, I declined. And it wasn’t even about him in the end. And I wanted not to forget. Well he snatched it out of my hand.

I got angry inside me. I left and when I went to sleep and even got up I went out to write. After all, in the same place I made calm criticisms and couldn’t even sleep.

I started figuring out the laws, then I focused on all the conversations. And he had told me about his psychologist.

Well, at 3 am I wanted to make a review. So I wanted to say that the psychologist, and it was old for many years. I remembered the criticisms I had on my PhD and cognition. It was wonderful and I went to find articles on cognitive psychology and cognitive science. But the past stays in our body.

The next day I had chest pain, cold sore and when I went to see that in addition to that it comes from immunity and emotional. And it’s been days because my body has turned into pain.

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But today, when I meditated, there was silence. In it, I felt something that came to my mind. It was clear. I learned that in the silent and the pain is all within. And I say explosive knots, it’s easier than calm. Even harder is that explosive nodes don’t see how calm ones don’t forget. But in that inner silence I want to be. It is the place of Peace.

With love,
Jules

Ser explosiva, é mais fácil do que ser calma.

Sabe que sou explosiva, e sempre fui. Mas eu tenho tentado ser calma. Eu tenho até pensado nas pessoas que conheço. E que ficaram perto da minha vida.

Meu pai disse que é porque somos do tipo Espanha e Itália. Minha avó Jandira tocou em vários instrumentos e teve sua explosão. É verdade , mas sempre fui da fuga. Ou mais forte já que saí-o do que discordo. Fui muito influenciada por muitos professores , e amigos de todas as regiões do mundo.

Mas , minha mãe, meu irmão, minha avó Lúcia, meu marido André, meu primeiro marido Haiko, e vários amigos já estão do lado dos mais calmos. E eles também são de varias razoes do mundo.

Explosivos que falam muito , que já os calmos já sabem ouvir melhor do que nós. E os quietos sempre preferem suas coisas internas

Agora quando eu treino pra ficar calma, eu às vezes vejo a explosão dos calmos e fico até feliz. Mas é difícil quando eles nos atacam por dentro. E acabo atacando de volta. Então tinha pensado muito sobre a cognição.

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Sempre conversei muito con meu amigo Andrey, e ele é da Rússia e estávamos fazendo doutorado na LSE. Lembro que falávamos muito sobre a cognição.

Sei que meus am professores Maurice Bloch e Rita Astuti me influenciaram a questionar. Como sei que Professor Mustapha fez a aula de Descolonizar a mente.

Esses dias eu estava tranquila, pois estava treinando para meditar e manter a mente calma. Mas um dia fui passar um dia de conversas e foi forte. A minha mente estava calma, mas uma pessoa calma, ele ficava bravo. Foi quando fui gravar as histórias engraçadas, quando a pessoa ao lado dele ficou desesperado.

Ele me pediu deletar, eu neguei. E nem era sobre ele no final . E eu queria não esquecer. Bom ele arrancou e da minha mão.

Eu fiquei revoltada dentro de mim. Fui embora e quando fui dormir e até levantei sai para escrever. Afinal mesmo lugar eu fiz criticas calmas e nem consegui dormir.

Comecei a descobrir as leis, depois fui focar em todas as conversas . E ele tinha me dito de seu psicólogo.

Bom, as 3 da manhã queria fazer uma crítica. Então queria dizer que a psicóloga, e era antigas há muitos anos. Lembrei das críticas que eu tinha no meu doutorado e a cognição. Foi maravilhoso e fui achar artigos sobre psicologia cognitiva e ciência cognitiva. Mas o passado fica no nosso corpo.

No dia seguinte fiquei con dor no peito , afta e quando fui ver que além de que vem da imunidade e emocional. E faz dias porque o meu corpo tornou em dor.

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Mas hoje, quando meditei, houve um silêncio. Nele, senti algo que me veio à mente. Foi claro. Eu aprendi que no silencioso e a que a dor , é tudo dentro. E digo nós explosivos, é mais fácil do que calmo. Ainda mais duro é que nós explosivos não enxergam como os calmos não esquecem. Mas nesse silêncio interno é que eu quero estar . É o lugar da Paz .

Com amor,
Ju

My Friends in the path

Nothing is valued at the moment and nothing is known I went back to meditating.

And according to Dr Rodrigo I saw the result of my new exam. And he told me that there is no new lesion in my brain, you can’t even imagine my happiness.

Like I said, all takedowns have an edge. I hallucinated a lot and the thoughts were the same. In the first Coma I always thought negative, and I thought that people wanted to poison me. In the second I heard voices. And then a voice inside my head turned from outside and walked away from me. I went back to meditating. I forgot. And I was lucky when I spoke to a Tibetan lama and asked what it was. This happened last year. I wondered if it was a spiritual enemy thing and he told me it must be an injury to my brain, that I should meditate. I confess that, for a change, I was disappointed and expected something better. And that had a resolution

Dr Rodrigo told me that he must
Injury related to a part of the brain.

This touched me, after all he thought like Lama GyaLtseng, that it was an injury. Buddhism always respects science.

I told you about me meditating, and that I realize that when I hallucinate it seems to have something to do with when I get nervous and hallucinate and that I meditate it lessens.

I came back my way. In addition to asking for help from nature, I ask to be connected by the energy of my friends.

I ask for contact with my friends that I met by chance and who are on this path.

Then came Sho, the Denise I met in the Dalai Lama’s class, and she introduced me to the lamas in Tibet. Then I met Isabel and when I lived in Peru I went to a lama’s class and she lives in Peru, but she is from Chile.

But this year, I met Lúcia in a Drinkung class in Ubatuba. And the Lama lives in Chile and is from Nepal.

During this contact, I met her meditating with Thalita. And me meditating in front of the sea, and Helena I met and she filmed it and then when I woke up she asked me if I could. She has been days and sent me.

I was so moved, I could see the people who are still in my mind, in my meditation.

In our conversations about so many things. And I felt like we are friends. Nothing is wrong with people who are on the same path. Just like the people who help us and don't even know it. So my friends, I just wanted to give my gratitude. So my friends, meditation is the best gift. We've all done it, even for a few seconds.

With love, Jules