tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11472108482094535872024-02-19T08:43:22.831-08:00.Open MindLiberte-sePriscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-3868299916852110472011-03-31T04:31:00.000-07:002011-03-31T04:31:14.265-07:00O "conhecimento" é para todos mas "sabedoria" é para alguns.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWJBsHNqvbhvFgmGA5dsft_Qf-jigkRJsTuYu-kwxuzbuKRzR3fR1dY1KCkK85QQ-KGJlhoIQ8w_jwTVZpF3bC3fWBjM5UN-afkD4Ql160w1I3P0AWr4TBDGKvAPZuAZJo54NtuH8eEU/s1600/arv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWJBsHNqvbhvFgmGA5dsft_Qf-jigkRJsTuYu-kwxuzbuKRzR3fR1dY1KCkK85QQ-KGJlhoIQ8w_jwTVZpF3bC3fWBjM5UN-afkD4Ql160w1I3P0AWr4TBDGKvAPZuAZJo54NtuH8eEU/s320/arv.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="color: #0b5394;">O xamanismo não se refere apenas à espiritualidade indígena. É certo que os indígenas foram os grandes responsáveis por manterem acessas as chamas da Medicina da Terra mas as práticas se originaram no </span><strong style="color: #0b5394;">homem primitivo</strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">, no paleolítico.A palavra tem origem siberiana e não americana e é usada hoje como uma forma única para descrever as práticas no mundo todo. Ou seja, as práticas são universais, é um legado do Mundo Espiritual para a Humanidade. Não pode haver fronteiras.A palavra xamanismo foi criada por antropólogos (ver em xamã) para definir um conjunto de crenças ancestrais. Para mim é um caminho de conhecimento. Nós podemos perceber traços do xamanismo em várias religiões. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #274e13;">Não é possível praticar o verdadeiro xamanismo sem incluir os cuidados com a preservação da vida de todos os reinos (animal, mineral, vegetal, espiritual) em nosso planeta. </span>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-13232624709047567302011-03-26T19:55:00.000-07:002011-03-26T19:55:02.432-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/NrO83v6X8lI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-60173214887256715502011-03-22T06:50:00.000-07:002011-03-22T06:50:31.677-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/mio3T3l_52k/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mio3T3l_52k&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mio3T3l_52k&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="editable_area">I want to exorcise the demons from your past..</span></b></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
<a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/muse/undisclosed-desires-traducao.html#ixzz1HKu6cFlu" style="color: #003399;"></a></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-74002148787452152332011-03-20T16:59:00.000-07:002011-03-20T16:59:47.993-07:00<div style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Vivemos pelo que acreditamos. Nosso limite está nisso. Portanto, se cremos no que ilimitado é, sem limites viveremos.<br />
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(Allan Kardec)</span></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-55768666157430837802011-03-20T16:57:00.000-07:002011-03-20T16:57:29.565-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/EmHYIl4IhFk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-38184659147745226332011-03-16T20:37:00.000-07:002011-03-16T20:37:50.000-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/1VaHNPNXDaE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: right;"><b><span class="editable_area">Misterioso luar de fronteira <br />
Derramando no espinhaço quase um mar <br />
Clareando a aduana <br />
Venezuela, donde estás? <br />
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Não sei por que nessas esquinas vejo o seu olhar. <br />
Minha camisa estampada com o rosto de Elvis <br />
A minha guitarra é minha razão <br />
Minha sorte anunciada <br />
Misteriosamente a lua sobre nada </span></b></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-87189064715582852202011-03-15T20:31:00.000-07:002011-03-15T20:31:42.870-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/q9l8q83kj8M?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="editable_area">Você não desperdiça sua vida<br />
Indo interiormente<br />
Você consegue saber quem está te observando<br />
Em quem mora ao seu lado<br />
Em seu corpo<br />
Onde você é lento<br />
Aonde você vai não importa<br />
Porque virá um tempo<br />
No qual o tempo passará pela janela<br />
E você aprenderá a conduzir fora de foco<br />
Eu sou você e se qualquer coisa se estender<br />
Tem que ser assim</span></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-7565593463872783012011-03-14T05:49:00.000-07:002011-03-14T05:49:38.999-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JrYnggjTJfk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="editable_area">E eu nunca quis nada de você,<br />
Exceto tudo que você tinha e o que sobrou depois disso, também, oh<br />
A felicidade a atingiu como uma bala na cabeca<br />
Surpreendida de uma grande altura por alguém que deveria saber melhor.</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="editable_area">Agora você não sai da minha cabeça. </span></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-48892150946894592962011-03-12T22:53:00.000-08:002011-03-12T22:53:07.730-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ZtRFWH7_MSk/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtRFWH7_MSk&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtRFWH7_MSk&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="editable_area">Happiness<br />
More or less<br />
It's just a change in me<br />
Something in my liberty<br />
Oh my mind...<br />
Happiness</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="editable_area"><br />
Coming and going<br />
I watch you look at me<br />
Watch my fever growing<br />
And I know just where I am</span></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-31349585395946800702011-03-11T05:51:00.000-08:002011-03-11T05:51:31.601-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/L3I0yuz9xcU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">( Sem letra da música dessa vez).</span><br />
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<div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Essa musica me passa uma tranquilidade, </span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">ao mesmo tempo um filme na minha cabeça</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> como se eu estivesse flutuando sobre sua imagem.</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pensamentos loucos se misturam no meu subconsciente;</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/we_czU9sJ3g/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/we_czU9sJ3g&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/we_czU9sJ3g&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">While my blood's still flowing</span>...<br style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and my heart still beating like a hammer...</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/69LFZzYPogY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147210848209453587.post-1524018092640956442011-03-05T07:07:00.000-08:002011-03-05T17:05:07.678-08:00<div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Quando Puder...<br />
- O Riso Do Humor.<br />
Se Precisar...<br />
- O Ombro Da Confiança.<br />
Se Quiser...<br />
- O Conselho Da Consciência.<br />
E Pra Sempre...<br />
- O Sorriso Da Gratidão.</b></span></div>Priscila Iwanowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14744571752956383257noreply@blogger.com0