My cognitive dream, this time it was like for people to rent and to destroy the tree.

My house is in front of the sea, but when they rented it, they wanted to have a wedding, and they decided to cut down a tree. The tree is old and beautiful, but people don’t respect nature.

They started to destroy the tree, the tree started to singing to me , saying Jules, jules. I asked immediately.

They were not respecting me, I was so angry and knowing how they can I not respect the nature.

This people who rented my house , and started to ask help of God. I asked help for the sea, and for the nature.

I sang “Sea, you can destroy my house, but you can help the tree.”

The sea asked also help of the wind, and the wind asked asked help of rain.

The tree said “Jules come up the tree, you will survive now.”

I came up the tree.

Dao came together , and very slowly .

The rain started strong, and people to destroy another tree. The wind was even hard and people when cut, the coconut fall, and the wind felt them falling in the people who where cutting. “ Action and Reaction

The bird sang, that few human beings know that they have many gods. Dao (my cat) said that here she knows the sun, the moon, the earth and the sea. But one tree said it has many others, and none appear to be a human being.

This was my dream, it made me think a lot, what does it mean.

So I decided to walk around the city and see the trees. I was watching by chance, I saw a store with trees and when I entered, I saw a lady who was so hostile. I was surprised, but wanted to keep my mind at peace.

She was so unfriendly was the clerk at the place where they sold trees. When I was looking at a tree, I was really surprised, it was a big tree, and I said I wanted to plant it. And she told me it was for decoration.

My reaction was to tell me about my dream, she ignore me. I told to explain to my mind. Even I try to remember all that I have seen what in my life. But I remember, I should not think about negative things. It will control my mind.

I remember it was great, it reminded me of that inside of me. I decide to walk , to meditate and to write. I started to observe what I sea. I was wondering, what I think so much of the treas.

When I got to my house, and I saw it, it made me think that my house was made of trees. But I didn’t even know what it was called. My mother told me she was from Ypêit, my husband said he was from Peróba.

But when I started to ponder, and to sea the trees. I remembered when I went to look at the trees at the base of my house, awareness came. My hose it is made by deforestation made me understand my own understand.

It made me remember that my home is by nature. I kept thinking about what the birdhouse would be like, where the animals that roam the trees.
I remember of the cata, Monkey, Koala
squirrel, Laziness, Panda, Bear.

It reminded me of fruits, which we eat, and animals too. It reminded me of the Ocas Indigenous people and that it was their home.

And then it made me remember that when Sidarta found the mind, it was close to the tree.

But the tree makes me understand the basis of consciousness. It makes me think how my dream makes me observe how decorating is wanting to demonstrate to the other, not to oneself. The tree is the base of our Ocas, and the reaction and action. We have to plant the trees.
To begin with, think that it is the trees that will achieve emptiness and Compassion for all of us.

Love
Jules

These days, all of a sudden, everything we discussed, the wind came here in Ubatuba, in Brasil. I, who live in front of the sea, went to look and saw the tree arguing, going back and forth. She looked like my mirror. But I didn’t even notice.

I kept looking, recording and seeing how long that war between the trees and the wind would take, and I went to the bathroom and listened to the things that were breaking. André (my husband) and I were in different places in the house. We asked what broke. The house was closed, and we saw nothing.

Well, we didn’t find the one that was broken, but the one that made me think about how nature is far beyond how we are.

It made me think because, before the wind, André and I were arguing strongly, but seeing nature made me angry. I remembered that in places there in cities and so many people with so much fear, negative, and so many beautiful things.

So, when I opened the house the other day, I saw the glass on the side of the house and it was attacked by the tree, but I remembered that we shouldn’t even think about negative things. I’ve even learned from the Tibetans that it’s the way to harm yourself.

It reminded me of beautiful things, it made me think of the things I’ve learned from the encounters I’ve seen these days.

I learned from my friend Ana Paula that there are two birds in the Bird, one with Emptiness and one with Compassion.

And I found these words, “The two parts of genuine acceptance—seeing clearly and holding our experience with compassion—are as interdependent as the two wings of a great bird. Together they allow us to fly and be free.”

I also heard from a 99 year old lady who made me think, she said of her life. She she said “it’s a particle with consciousness.”

Every day I see people who have stopped having to prove anything, but still trying to find out why we live and who we are.

He was also at a 95th birthday party and he told me when he saw a girl and said “I don’t know if she’s my son’s girlfriend, but there are times when we shouldn’t say anything.”

I confess, like so many people talk about God, I feel very uncomfortable hearing from God.

Now when my friend said that it was really stuck in my mind. I told I heard from a friend that the word god, karma etc, helped me to take the fear out of words, she said “it’s still stuck in your mind.”

So when I met Fatume these days, she’s from Lebanon and has been in Brazil for 41 years. Our conversation was about everything. We talked about Islam. She told me and she is Muslim she told me allah ( god).

She asked me what I think about existence. “I said that I’ve read many philosophies and theologies, since I almost died, sometimes I don’t even know if I’m on earth. What I do know is that I know almost nothing, I don’t even know why I live.” No sadness, but I don’t know who we are.

I realize that sometimes when I clear my mind, then the person tells me.

And all the time I’m finding the petals (the people less trapped in traditions) the people who say I’m love appear. Fatume, he told me, it doesn’t matter what the name of a thing is. For her it’s Allah, for me I never knew, maybe a spirituality, with love and freedom.

But I know when I get angry, upset I do everything I shouldn’t.

Mrs. Futama, told me that she has a connection with God and I felt “almost no one will understand. But I understand, Only we are crazy. “

Tears came out of both of us. Mine was happiness, love.

Who knows that one day I am a particle of emptiness, and then I don’t even react when the words of the other see that it’s a mirror that recognizes and has disappe. But if we want, we have to decolonized our mind

Love , Jules

Life is wonderful, and sometimes when we have a fall.
Of course, it’s not during the fall, but when we’ve already accepted the fall. When we see the flow, and it makes us observe that in our fall it makes us learn who we are. So, I started trying to listen to the trees, and understand what’s inside the soul.

Well, when I’ve told about my comas, and people are sorry. Before they called me that I’m sick, now they think I’m a foreigner here in Brasil

I love it, because at the end of the falls, as I spoke several languages, and I also lived many years in different areas of the world, now with my fall I make mistakes, change accents and laugh. So my Oca is around the world, and it’s from several areas of my mind. So I can learn to be more present.

Well, I was at the organic fair, here in Ubatuba and it is in the place of trees, there are foreigners who live here. And there’s food, creams, art, music and those who don’t want to be trapped in common tradition.

When I went to speak like a woman, and I thought I know.
I went to say “Wow, I don’t know if I remember you, but you know how I had comas, I’m in doubt.”

So, she told me “It could be, but as I have autism, and I don’t even leave the house much, but psychology made me succeed. But I like to make art, from nature.”

People, who do not like to talk about falling, did not understand the depth of our conversation. Well, the two of us are neither afraid nor ashamed of our falls, so he came to talk without sadness. we are already free. And learning beautiful things., out of the fall. We talk about the trees.

I was telling about my dream, which I wrote about in my last post. It was from living on another planet that the goddesses were the trees and spoke like music.

She loved it because her college was biology, and she made art from wool animals from nature. So parents could take it. So beautiful, and such a depth of thought.

A conversa foi indo, como quer deixar a arte que é leva, e não que deixa os pais com a televisão . Nossa, ficou a nossa conversa.
Quando mostrei meu post do Planeta das Árvores, ela adorou e me disse que viu um estudo e me mandou.

Wow, when I saw An emotion came to me , a gratitude . Today I saw that the wind, the trees talking

The Rafa I met sent me,

“To listen to the plants, researcher Lilach Hadany, from Tel-Aviv University in Israel, and members of her team, placed tobacco and tomato plants in small boxes with microphones.”

The unbelievable ways plants use the same senses as humans.

Plants can sense a lot about their environment and it can cause them stress. Unlike most humans and animals though, when plants face predation, damage, or environmental changes they can’t run away and hide. “

And I went to send it to my friends, and it came
and came to talk another anthropologist sent me as she knows in Kerala, India.
And I learned that the indigenous people here also talk to the trees

It reminded me of my PhD and going to Israel and Palestine and not thinking about trees. I left the LSE and thought there would never be peace.

It reminded me of my friend Pai Chi Chi, who I hosted at Coch surfing in London and visited me here in Brazil.

He traveled for years, but he told me something I never understood.

“Jules, you are very different from the one who hosted me.”

I remember I said “Why did I think of celebrating China’s New Year,“

“I don’t know if you’ll understand.”

I said
“Try” had been at home for a few days.

“You are bright, beautiful, positive,”

I thought it was great, I wasn’t doing a doctorate and I had a scholarship, but I abandoned.

“Imagine a tree, an old tree that has flowers”

I thought it was beautiful, but he completed it

“when the tree up there will have a petal of a different color, you will feel alone because few people will understand you, and neither will you and others”

Although, that was before the coma I couldn’t forget it. That marked me and I didn’t even understand.

But now, when I found another petal and it doesn’t even cling to anything. There we meet because it gives us the fall we can understand.

I saw the movie “Coda” these days. So beautiful, it was a deaf family and a hearing daughter. This daughter sings and has a very beautiful voice. When she won over all the students in the school, her father saw the admiration of the others, he doesn’t understand, since he is deaf.

When they were home, he asked his daughter to sing. He asked to listen to the same song, which was in school. When she sang, he was touching the parts of her body, to hear the music by moving her body, breathing, soul.

And when I now the wind makes the trees listening, I touch the trees and try to listen to your breath, your sound, your music. Now when I find another Petals comes peace.

Love, Jules

Yesterday I had a dream that made me think.

I dreamed of Guto, and we were on another planet, and we were walking and we saw an Oca and on one side there was a dinosaur of a human being.

The planet we saw the trees, and there were animal beings too. There were rivers and sea.

I woke up laughing that it is the trees that are the Goddesses. I remember the last word, I asked Guto if he wanted to reincarnate here, or go back to earth. Guto replied: “I’d rather stay here, I’m gay, you’re a woman, we’re very undervalued on Earth, I’d rather stay like a tree.” The tree seemed to be playing like Bebe by Hermeto Pascoal.

So when I went to write it, I put the music on and it felt like a flower, a tree that takes time to grow and grow and evolve.

But when I went to send it, I was thinking about the symbols.

I haven’t seen Guto for a long time. We met at LSE College in London.

Guto, in addition to having a degree in anthropology, is a diplomat. Then
he knows what goes beyond the distinction of the Amazon.

I did cognitive anthropology, I also studied music, and a bit of international politics got me thinking about my mind. Mainly because I already had 2 comas and brain destruction.

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I think we love nature and we like the freedom of the mind and we are not victims of any philosophy or theology.

And out of nowhere a friend spoke to me about the word uncertainty. There she made me understand the dream. The base is from another land, hollow like our mind. That we need to be on the side that values ​​us in the same way

The most interesting thing is that in this dream we began not to speak, we managed to communicate without language. Our admiration for trees that don’t need a tongue.

And we who have fled to another planet, even more so than the ones I control. We stayed there in the silence, of the mind. Every escape is because it won’t get stuck in anything, not even in our mind that we want.

Love, Jules

I’m feeling back to the way I am, until one day I was told my brain wouldn’t come back.

But it wasn’t even colleges, medicine, countries, cultures, courses, families, religions. It’s the people who know me inside and out and make me see.

These people know about my revolt against something. Every time, upset, I ran away.

I could make an escape list. Maybe a coma is even an escape from myself.

But I am looking in my mirror and feeling gratitude from my friends who have seen me again. And gratitude to my new friends who already know I ran away and ask me where I am.

Sometimes, not even talking, but that escape is finding our mirror.

And as the Taoists say
“He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know.”
Lao Tzu

With love and gratitude to those who made me known, I now look in the mirror and accept what I didn’t see before.

With love,
Jules

I continue to share the story my mother wrote, and even though it makes me think it moves me, it reminds me of so many things. Also since my brain was destroyed, and you don’t even know when someone reads it, I feel enormous gratitude.

It even reminds me of all the doctors I still think about their perceptions of their readings. So understand. I confess that I was already depressed, and I couldn’t get better and I don’t even know what my purpose is because of why I live. But now I understand how when we get sick we get to know each other better, and how this week I’m even going to post no doctor should think I could do that. But these days I’m not even ashamed of my losses, I’m grateful and even want to share how the path looks better. So I’ll show you my story.

03/28/17 – wakes up at 3:30 in the morning complaining of a lot of pain in the leg. Medicines: phenobarbital 250 mg and cortisone 20 mg, dipyrone, tandrilax, tanderil03/30/17 – return to Mutarelli and RETURN IN THE CASE. Dr Mutarelli says that Julieta does not have cerebral vasculitis and probably never has.

04/10/17 – Given the difficulty of talking to Dr Mutarelli, we decided to go back with Dr Karen. Juliet worse and worse. She can’t see, rolls her tongue, feels pain in her leg and there is no diagnosis. Until the day.

“03/21/2017 – At the suggestion of Dr Karen Fernandes herself, from Dr Getulio’s team and who had been treating Julieta, we decided to consult Dr Eduardo Mutarelli (H.Sirio Libanes). Dr Mutarelli examines and listens to Julieta for 1h50. Juliet in complete mental confusion. Examines, talks about cramps, prescription Quinine, Pregabalin and asks to see tests done at Samaritano in 2016. Long appointment but impossible to talk to Dr again. Mutarelli, with assistants only.“

“ 04/15/17 – Julieta starts off in the morning. She is taken to H. Samaritano where she remains for 34 days, 25 days in the ICU, 10 days intubated. She goes into a state of epilepticus, gets two hospital infections, a leg bends, the foot turns inwards and she is forced to do physiotherapy on the orthostatic board. Then she is obliged to use an orthosis. She needs to relearn to walk, to talk. She completely loses her memory and struggles to recognize people.”

“During the rest of the year, she undergoes five sessions of pulse therapy with cortisone and cyclophosphamide. Ends the year with 690 neutrophils.”

5/26/17, at Dr Karen’s request, redo the Angiography exam. This time, at her request, he arranges with Dr. Paulo Puglia who is emphatic: Julieta DOES NOT HAVE CEREBRAL VASCULITIS. And, just like Dr. Getulio, suggests that she must have an AUTOIMMUNE ENCEPHALITIS. It remains to find the trigger.

Since my first doctor I consulted and met was in London, running away from medicine. But I also know that even when I followed and fled I found several neurologists, and they changed the diagnosis.

I was living at that time in Lima in 2026, 2017, Peru and I returned to São Paulo, Brazil. But since 2008 I would go to Sao Paulo to see doctors and hospitals. And always Changed perceptions on what I have.

But my diagnosis :), as I did, and I ponder whether my epileptic seizure is well influenced by mental reactions – I’m disgusted with myself, or a loss of someone.

But useful in a way was not knowing how to focus inside my mind. But in a way the time I fall it’s like I’m blurring out of myself, and shifting to something else. That is, if we stimulate the brain we have to try to calm the brain and not stimulate thinking to become strong. But when I take medicine I go to the hospital.

01/17/20- 01/22/20 – H. Samaritano (6 days)Julieta feels severe headaches, and in the midst of a lot of mental confusion, she is admitted to H. Samaritano again, where she stays until 01/22. She has many MRI’s and EEG’s and is again subjected to pulse therapy with cortisone, various anticonvulsants, etc. Upon her arrival, in 4 hours the electro registered 90 electrical discharges, which according to Dr. Rodrigo, already configures status epilepticus. In 12 hours the discharges drop to less than 50. MRI, in turn, did not show new lesions.” But that time I had taken medicine, and I met Dr Rodrigo and he started a new path. But I tend to try to take medicine more seriously. I even managed to deal with the loss of my grandmother.

But on the 29th of 4th 2021 my friend Sho passed away. It made me fall. He lives in the USA this time, and we’ve known each other since 2001. We’ve always met around the world and in those months everything was fine we went to Asia 2018, he came to Brazil on the 19th and 2020. So when he disappeared and I went to the hospital again

05/05/21-05/19/21 – H. Samaritano (15 days)He collects liquor that is sent to the Mayo Clinic in the USA and, like the other two times, nothing is discovered. The MRI already shows two new lesions in the brain, one on each side. She complains that her hand is “locked” and has a lot of mental confusion. She undergoes 5 sessions of pulse therapy with Solumedrol (cortisone) and 5 sessions of Immunoglobulin. She undergoes a bone marrow biopsy and PET Scan.

In 2021 I lost my friend Sho. My diagnosis is the soul, it’s our mind and even learning from the fall. Now I also take Rituximab, Gardenal and Vinpat, and it seems that it helps me to eat and be aware the of food.

But now in 2023, I managed to tell you again meditate, and don’t get caught up in a diagnosis, and don’t even run away from medicine.

Never get stuck on a diagnosise, we just need to evolve from the inside of us. Yoga, helps a lot to meditate. And I even managed to make a song, and write :).

Our Oca, who we are, and another she is inside. My dear friends are all over the world. There are areas of our brain that we don’t even use, we have to wake up and not believe that we can’t try and improve.

Love , Jules

Again I share my story to not give up your hope. As I am to write , and to activate my mind, and brain. We have to not give up how we are. Because I know that People always say think understand that we think.

When I lived in Brazil , after my comas I was in the house of my grandmother , so I write, and how my mother said and think, and how I remenber. And to think what we understand in deferent way

My mind mam wrote ( 2014, 2015
“she keeps recovering, fragile, but she has no crisis. 01/18/15 – goes driving alone to Ubatuba. She meets Andre Cunha with whom she marries for the 2nd time in Sep / 15.“
But I remember differently, I was living with my grandmother and she always had don’t say all the time about coma, and I kept hope to be like I am .”

I kept driving, travel alone to to travel in Brasil. When I was in Manaus, I decided to take a boat to arrive in Columbia, I took a seat for both the transporter elderly people and bills what about going to small cities

When I got better in 2014, I told my grandmother and I wanted to know and travel in Latin America. My grandmother was never one to say things that talk about negative things. She said we’d see each other next year. I flew to Manaus, couch surfing, and decided to take a simple and cheap boat.

It was a boat that brings materials, and things from the cities, through the cities of the Amazon. I saw indigenous people and Brazilians. But I started to understand Brazil. Since even I am from Brazil but even I feel I am a foreigners in my country.

How could I not remember , I traveled hammock on the boat. At the bottom of the frame were the things that were transposed, and we were on top.

Since I always speak to everybody I even became friends with the captain. He was worried about me. There was a boy that tried to speak to me all the time and he was trying to make my things to be in his schoolbag. My old was open, since we are in the boat. But when I had told to this man who wanted to put in my bag the captain m. Manuel started to talk to me .

In any city that we arrived I would ask him if I could go out. They stayed for eight hours, I will go and see the reality over there

Here were children from the Amazon and were indigenous they would try to sell things for us. Mister Manuel was not worried about my problems of brain. He was shocked that I trust people.

But since I met André in Ubatuba in 2015, we decided to go to Venezuela to Mount Roraima. As if I were relax, but André is a million times more than me. As if he could trust humans more than me.

But in 2015 we also traveled to Chile, since I’ve always lived in many countries, and I’m curious to visit more countries.

I have lived in Peru in 2016

My mother has written .

2016
“ – Feb and Mar 2016 – Feels severe headaches and sees lights for about 3 weeks. Exchange ideas with Dr. Getulio but refuses to return to his office to redo the exams. She says that she “never goes back to a hospital or is treated using Western medicine, only Eastern medicine”. doctor Getúlio dies in Feb 2016. His headaches don’t get better and he decides to seek help from Dr. Caio Simioni who asks for an ANGIOGRAPHY. He finally has a diagnosis of Stroke and CEREBRAL VASCULITIS. She is again admitted to the Hosp. Samaritano where she undergoes pulse therapy and receives treatment with immunosuppressants. She feels sick, with the immunosuppressant, vomits and has dysentery.

-June 2016-She is depressed but still manages to travel alone for a month in Myanmar.

-August 2016-She moves to Lima, Peru, where she is only treated w / acupuncture with the Chinese, Dr. Pan. She reduces the cortisone from 40mg to 5mg all on her own.”

August 2016-She moves to Lima, Peru, where she is only treated w / acupuncture with the Chinese, Dr. Pan. She reduces the cortisone from 40mg to 5mg all on her own.”

And my dear friend Leila Alaoui died I went to the hospital and they do not have a Dr Getulio anymore, nome my friend Leila who called me to be present.

She came to my wedding in September 2015 in Brazil, and in January and February I lost my dear friend and my doctor died and I went to the hospital again.

Every day I see that anything that is emotional or spiritual it always make me fall down. So when I did not have it a doctor I have decided to go to Burma.

I wanted to go to Burma ( Myanmar) because of Vipassana end it came from there. The best thing I ever have done wants to learn about meditation and to deal with ourselves. I will keep writing a speaking to practice to come with yourself.

I will keep sharing everything that my mother has registered and my perception because the mind does not disappear.

I have ignored medicine, I and I respect but I also know they do not know so profoundly about the brain and the mind.

In this way we will discover, little by little in our lives, who we are.

Love ,
Jules

My first coma was in Thailand, and it wasn’t even my first time there. And my mom said I stayed 30 days. Each time it seems to me that I am causing emotional things, and not knowing how to deal with my mind.

But I want to tell about what has long been supposed to tell.

First I see that every time it was related to feelings, and maybe spiritual.

Perhaps I should say that I have always been an atheist and have religious and philosophical friends in the world. But my grandmother said that “ I was the most religious because I wanted to love everyone, and she said that she was an atheist, and she ruled and respected everyone. “But I always felt lost and didn’t want to get stuck in any one.

I always considered that I was free from being prey to religion and I liked to read. And today it is easier to write than to read. I had many injuries to my brain.

But before my coma, I was dating a guy who said almost nothing else was true. But I don’t even want to focus on that. I mean that our mind will perceive through the mind. And the inner nervous began.

Gradually I should feel. And it was increasing my adrenaline and I went to tell Dr. Getulio, by email that I felt adrenaline, and I increased my gardenal.

There, in Thailand, I always said that it was my second home in the world. I had once been a volunteer teaching English to children, another year I had been working at a Mut Mee guest house when I dropped out of my PhD at the LSE.

I really wanted to go to Burma ( Myamar ), any year I tried I couldn’t until my coma.

It was the second time I tried to go there, because I had done Vipassana (10 days of meditation) in England. And they say it comes from there.

On that day, I was doing my visa and I started to feel energy, I needed to walk and breathe and women nurses came to take care of me. “It looks like you are having an epileptic seizure and should go to the hospital.” We went in and a doctor came, and I was fine and taking Gardenal. He told me to analyze myself, but I denied it.

I went back to an inn and I don’t know anything about it. My boyfriend took me to the hospital and called my parents to come.

My mother registered
“CRISIS September 2013 – enters a state of “epilepticus” in Bangkok. She is interned from the 2nd to the 20th of September at the St Louis Hospital in Bangkok, trying to control epileptic seizures. She has to be intubated to receive high doses of anticonvulsants (Depakote, Keppra) in addition to cortisone. Ruben and I are going there. When we managed to return to Sao Paulo, we stayed another week at Hospital Samaritano, when Dr. Getulio comments that, this time, the damage had been enormous. With schizophrenia of neurological origin, she undergoes treatment with clozapine with Dr. Euthymia Almeida Prado. doctor Getulio keeps Depakote and cortisone. It goes from 44 kg to about 60 kg. doctor Getulio is terrified and returns to Gardenal. Little by little, she recovers from the hallucinations and Dr Euthymia eliminates Clozapine, which is very bad for her. It’s almost like being reborn, except that you’re reborn as a teenager. She suffers from loss of neurons, from reading ability to cognition.”

I went back what I remember what always asks me what I saw in my Coma.

I saw myself in the hospital and talked in the language of Thailand and what I don’t know in that Coma. I argued about the treatment. Then I saw other planets, I went to a place under the earth and I saw my cousin and it was dark and a trip. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t even burning it was looking for places. In my coma I was traveling in the world end of the hospital. I could even speak in Thai, I could change places of the hospital and ask about the treatment but I was in coma.

But when I felt myself stop on the black bed and on one side I heard people fighting. It was between these people, and I was quiet and confused about the discussion. This me in a bed and on one side people fighting, and on the other side still, but once a woman appeared to me and asked if I wanted to live and die. This woman was very calm.

I was surprised that she asked me if I wanted to leave or die. I was surprised enough to watch it and she said it was my choice. When I said I wanted to live she asked me why I wanted to leave
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I said I wanted it because of my grandmother and my boyfriend at the time.

She made the people in the discussion disappear, she didn’t exist anymore. Suddenly she made a glass of glass and I saw my grandmother falling, and my ex-boyfriend was walking away from me. It wasn’t in a cruel way, she wanted to let me know.

That from my coma I remember. I remember I thought I was poisoned. I felt it for many years.

But outside of the Coma, I would tell everyone that I was poisoned.

I’m not an atheist like before, but still lost , but what sets me free. I prefer to call her the Tara of Buddhism. Like my Gata Dao, which I feel is the spirituality of Taoism.

Everything I saw in my coma happened when I was awake, my grandmother fell, and my boyfriend left me. But to this day I’m grateful that he even took me to the hospital, and I could have spent years with my grandmother.

Sometimes I have hallucinations but I don’t even think about medicine, because inside the hospital I even felt hallucinations. But I take medicine for epilepsy and other medicines. From hallucination, the best remedy is to meditate.

The best way for me is to meditate, now the hardest thing is to learn to deal with ourselves.

I share because I think we can all improve. Don’t abandon yourself inside. And if you can pay attention to the nature and feel gratitude for the sun, of the moon, and the ground. And meditate to stable where you are

With Love,
Jules

As I say I’m feeling back to writing as we are, and a compassion for the world.

It was the second time I went to Colombia. This time I went to our friend Maruan’s wedding.

This trip was very symbolic of how I studied international politics and cognitive anthropology. Even more symbolic is a cafe.

Coffee comes from Africa, and goes to the world, goes through the Middle East, Europe and then arrives through America, and Latin America and Asia. Colombia coffee is selected so it’s wonderful. But thinking about coffee is incredibly profound as it is in Africa. So taking it I didn’t stop thinking about it.

This trip of mine was to see Maruan’s wedding, and his wife were born in Colombia, but their family is from Palestine.

Maruan picked us up at the airport almost midnight and he told me “let’s go for coffee”

I already thought it was to late to have coffee but I didn’t know how much traffic Bogotá has during the day. Of course we went for coffee and we loved it. I immediately had to use my mind off. We came into town at night and the next day I met his family.

I had the pleasure of meeting your parents and brother and his family. I went back to speaking in English and Spanish and French because when people have to immigrate and have to speak a new language

Before I thought it was important to know other languages ​​and what was useful, but today I realize that it goes much deeper. If I hadn’t learned several languages ​​when I was little, it would be even harder to speak again.

I say people who have children, what a stimulus to know several. If my parents hadn’t done learning several languages ​​it would be more difficult to speak and write. I even had a speech therapist, but when I realized that if it was with other languages ​​it would be more useful.

When I met Bassem, who is Maruan’s brother and is an anthropologist, he showed me around Candelária and got to know the places. So we started trying several cafes.

But the coffee comes from Ethiopia, it comes from an ancient tradition and a selection is made and there are several versions of coffee.

Legend has it that coffee was discovered in the ninth century in the Ethiopian highlands. The story goes that a shepherd named Kaldi noticed that goats became more active when they ate the fruits of a certain plant. And when he decided to taste these fruits, he also felt more energetic. I even heard of a story that showed that a priest put it to burn that it was a thing from hell. Then it became sacred.

Coffee circulated around the world, sometimes they used slaves to work.
Ô café circulated with me around the world. I learned about coffee when I was travelling, because I used to say that I was into tea. But when I was somewhere in Rome I learned about coffee.

When I was in Turkey and I went to visit my friend Nese in Istanbul, she took me to Another cafe, Bar. And in Palestine I drank coffee and always offered myself and ate more.

And I thought that in Asia it wasn’t the style, but when I was in 2018 in Vietnam I found out that they had coffee with eggs. I went and with prejudice but I loved it and it doesn’t even look like coffee. But coffee is always being colonized and decolonized. France that colonized or Vietnam and brought coffee. And I learned that even during the war he had to subsist on milk and coffee.

Thus, the land of the indigenous people was also colonized by Portugal and they exchanged slaves and made them drink coffee to work.

This trip was very symbolic for me and the world. I was doing my PhD at the LSE and it was about Israel and Palestine and I got very attached to the world and wanted a peace process. That was in 2011 and I gave up.

But at the LSE I chatted with my friend and over coffee. He is Israeli and knows Arabic and Hebrew because he refused to join the army. 1 year imprisoned inside Israel and denied the second time and spent 2 more years in Prison in Palestine. And I said,

“ If you speak Hebrew, and learned Arabic in prison, you have to do it.”

And I never forget what my friend said.

“And why don’t you do about farms and speak in Brazil, since you speak Portuguese and learn a language of the indigenous people.”

But even writing, since I can, touches me inside. Every day I get better I think it’s even unfair to the world.

But, I try to meditate and open my mind that I shouldn’t even think anything negative. Think like nature .

We are like coffee, sometimes for nature, sometimes for value, even for religion, sometimes for the economy, sometimes for slavery, sometimes for colonialism.

Then I begin to realize that it is part of our history.

Mas a parte mais difícil é aceitar nossa existência como somos. Mas como nós, o agente é como do café está mudando, mudando de país, mas dentro daqueles que evoluem e tentamos ser melhor. Temos que evoluir dentro de nós mesmo.

But the hardest part is accepting our existence as we are. But like us, the coffee is changing, changing countries, but we chose evolve and we try to be better than before. We have to evolve in our mind.

Love, Jules