Odilia Carmen Chirica

"- Let`s meditate together... And help me to succeed being what I always desired to be. More precisely? - Positive, open to knowledge, immune to pessimism and suffering. And how do you think I could help you? - To start trusting myself and others... to open up to love... and to complete myself before others. To find myself a purpose and stop destroying myself. You can! You always can! How? - It`s enough what you transmit to be able to help a person. Though in my case I need your presence. Expand! - Your presence is all the support that I need. Why? What do you feel different in my presence? - Because I feel you.. I feel you within me, I feel what you transmit... I feel stillness. I think stillness contains all that I feel. The empty space is your support then. Therefore you do not need my presence but the empty space. You need to ...

  " A philosopher, having made an appointment to dispute with Nasrudin, called and found him away from home. Infuriated, he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote ‘Stupid Oaf’ on Nasrudin’s gate. As soon as he got home and saw this, the Mulla rushed to the philosopher’s house. ‘I had forgotten’, he said, ‘that you were to call. And I apologise for not having been at home. Of course, I remembered the appointment as soon as I saw that you had left your name on my door.’ " from the book  "The Expliots of the Incomparable Mulla Nasrudin"  by  Idries Shah ...in truth,  OdiliaCarmen

Nasrudin heard that there was a banquet being held in the nearby town, and that everyone was invited. He made his way there as quickly as he could. When the Master of Ceremonies saw him in his ragged cloak, he seated him in the most inconspicuous place, far from the great table where the most important people were being waited on hand and foot. Nasrudin saw that it would be an hour at least before the waiters reached the place where he was sitting. So he got up and went home. He dressed himself in a magnificent sable cloak and turban and returned to the feast. As soon as the heralds of the Emir, his host, saw this splendid sight they started to beat the drum of welcome and sound the trumpets in a manner consonant with a visitor of high rank. The Chamberlain came out of the palace himself, and conducted the magnificent Nasrudin to a place almost next to the Emir. A dish of wonderful food was immediately placed before him. Without a pause, Nasrudin began to rub handfuls of ...