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The two olive trees

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They are the olive trees. The anointed ones. The oil moves by that special touch with the divinity. Chosen to be next to the biggest King.

It is not the lack of love delaying the arrival of the most sublime moment that humanity will breathe…

It is the lack of deep and sincere friendship of all those who could connect through the thoughts… To be in unity with the Creator… Infinite light. Then… revelation of the olives trees…

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A big family

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Some people think of people as if they were cars on a highway: each with its own origin and destination, relating to others only to negotiate lane changes and turns. For cars, closeness is danger, loneliness is freedom… And for us?

People are not cars. Living things are needed, they strengthen each other, share their destiny and achieve them together. When we are alive, closeness is warmth and loneliness is oppression.

People belong to families. Families establish communities. Communities are the many colorful people of the world. And all those people form a single, magnificent body, with one soul called humanity.

Some divide this body into six billion fragments and roll back into a single mass. They want each person to do their thing in their own way and at the same time deal with each individual on the planet. They see no difference between people.

But we are like extended leaves from twigs branching larger twigs on branches of larger branches until we reach the trunk and roots, common to all of us.

Each person has its place in the tree of life, its source of strength and trust in this tree for their very survival.

None of us walk alone. Each one of us carries the experiences of ancestors wherever he goes, along with his troubles, his traumas, his victories, his hopes and aspirations. Our thoughts grow from his thoughts, our destiny is shaped from his goals.

At the highest peak we reach, they are there, holding our hand, pushing us upward, providing the shoulders on those who stand. And we share those shoulders, that sense, that heritage with all the brothers and sisters of our people.

That’s why our own people are so important. If we want to be at peace with anyone else in the world, we must start with our own brothers and sisters. For that you must find peace within yourself. And only when you find it, you can help us find peace for the whole world.

Every Jew is a brother or sister of a large family of many thousands of years. Where a Jew walks, there walk sages and martyrs, heroes and heroines, legends and miracles, all the path leads us back to Abraham and Sarah, the first two Jews who challenged the world with their ideals.

Walk the shreds, blood and audacity of millennia with him, the legacy of those who lived, yearned and died for a world to come, a world the way it was meant to be. Their fate is our fate. They are satisfied with us. In each of us and all of us together. For us it is that we are one.

When a Jew does an act of kindness, all our hands extend with it. If a Jew falls, we all stumble. If one suffers, we all feel pain. When one rejoices, we all feel happy. In our unit we find our destiny and our destiny is to be one. We are one body, breathing with a single set of lungs, throbbing with one heart, driving in one sense of right.

We are one. Let it be with love.

More Gabriel
Sheliaj General
Shuva, Jewish community of Costa Rica
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From the cosmic book

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Differences exist only in the minds of those who create them. The reality is that in our differences resides the similarity. We carry the word above us, human-beings, without any separation between the divine and the material.

That is what we are: an active consciousness that beats in an infinite universe. A giant heart overflowing with millions of thoughts from all over the world, beating as one in the river of the consciousness of G-d.

The site where we converge is the same. The live longing that you carry in your heart is so similar to mine… just that we don´t even recognize. There will come that day, cosmic brother, loved being, without looking at the eyes, or feel with the hands, our hearts look here and there, in that place where all of us converge.

Author: Nathalie Prado
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Simply me

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Not knowing anything… Feeling… Just let things happen in a corner of hopes, even without knowing the direction to where I’m going.

Everything is ready to write, but the debate wants to intimidate the ideas, as if it would be the most spectacular survival.

Letters form geometrical figures, as some say, “sophisticated” because that’s how I am… a rainbow in everything I do, I think, I say and even in how I dress.

I just want that my desire doesn’t become the pride that many want to plant. I just want to be the instrument, especially to seek a mutual sharing within society.

I know that the existence of maps, reality, or whatever you want to call it, is varied, and while people always look for a single reason, there is none… everything matters… the small, the big…

Of course! It’s like that light bulb, turning, surrounding each desolate space, heating sadness, preventing that seas overflow for sites of not understanding…

I cover my eyes, I begin to imagine, to dream of a new world. I see sparks darting like arrows.

No more talking. It is to let a few tears jump, to the floor or the face… it depends on them, of their thoughts…

I can let it express itself. Writing is already understood… but to move would be more profitable and fluid.

For that I was born… The tables are mine, more than writing… but can be combined. It is being… not as usual… Revolution.

I think of everything… As if I am passionate, loving what I like. What cannot be imagined is grouped.That’s life, something mysterious… I laugh, you laugh, everybody laughs… but everyone has its time, its surprise…

What silence! It is accompanied by darkness and myself. We are friends willing to listen, to understand whatever…

We will meet later… No more with our folded legs on the chair or our hair sliding by your presence…THERE’S MORE TO TALK…

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