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A linha do destino nunca se apresenta muito clara aos olhos - mas a vida &lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é assim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E &lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é bom&lt;/span&gt; que a pessoa tenha que procurá-la; no próprio ato da busca, algo cresce dentro dela.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Osho, em "Criatividade - Liberando Sua Força Interior"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagem por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snorkel/46104205/"&gt;S n o R k e l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fonte: Do Blog Palavra de Osho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-8577187246965257011?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;e o mundo dependesse do coração de um poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;do olhar de uma criança, do tocar de um violino e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;das mãos de um Artesão; esse mundo teria a simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;e beleza de uma flor; teria a humildade de quem pede e a felicidade de quem recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;e o amor dependesse do sofrimento de um poeta, não seria dor, não seria Dom, seria somente amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;e a inocência de uma criança se fizesse presente em cada atitude tomada, não teríamos sofrimento, não teríamos tormento. Seria tudo puro, simples e singelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, o artesão a moldar nossas palavras, o violino a tocar os nossos sentimentos, e, esse mundo seria felicidade somente, e não esse total desalento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-right: 177.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Você conhece a lenda do rito de passagem da &lt;br /&gt;
juventude dos índios Cherokees?&lt;br /&gt;
O pai leva o filho para a floresta durante &lt;br /&gt;
o final da tarde,&lt;br /&gt;
venda-lhe os olhos e deixa-o sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O filho se senta sozinho no topo de uma &lt;br /&gt;
montanha durante toda a noite&lt;br /&gt;
e não pode remover a venda até os raios &lt;br /&gt;
do sol brilharem no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele não pode gritar por socorro para ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;
Se ele passar a noite toda lá, será considerado &lt;br /&gt;
um homem.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele não pode contar a experiência aos outros &lt;br /&gt;
meninos porque cada um&lt;br /&gt;
deve tornar-se homem do seu próprio modo, &lt;br /&gt;
enfrentando o medo do desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;
O menino está naturalmente amedrontado.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele pode ouvir toda espécie de barulho.&lt;br /&gt;
Os animais selvagens podem, naturalmente, &lt;br /&gt;
estar ao redor dele.&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez alguns humanos possam feri-lo.&lt;br /&gt;
Os insetos e cobras podem vir picá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele pode estar com frio, fome e sede.&lt;br /&gt;
O vento sopra a grama e a terra sacode os tocos, &lt;br /&gt;
mas ele não remove a venda .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Segundo os Cherokees, este é o único modo dele se &lt;br /&gt;
tornar um homem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finalmente.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Após a noite horrível, o sol aparece e a venda é removida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele então descobre seu pai sentado na montanha perto dele.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ele estava a noite inteira protegendo seu filho do perigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nós também nunca estamos sozinhos!&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo quando não percebemos, Deus está olhando para nós, &lt;br /&gt;
'sentado ao nosso lado'.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando os problemas vêm, tudo que temos a fazer é confiar &lt;br /&gt;
que ELE está nos protegendo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moral da história:&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas porque você não vê Deus, não significa &lt;br /&gt;
que Ele não esteja conosco.&lt;br /&gt;
Nós precisamos caminhar pela nossa fé, não com &lt;br /&gt;
a nossa visão material. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Naquela noite, enquanto minha esposa servia o jantar,&lt;br /&gt;
eu segurei sua mão edisse: "Tenho algo importante para&lt;br /&gt;
te dizer". Ela se sentou e jantou sem dizer uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;
Pude ver sofrimento em seus olhos. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De repente, eu também fiquei sem palavras. No entanto, eu tinha que dizer a ela o que estava pensando. Eu queria o divórcio. E abordei o assunto &lt;br /&gt;
calmamente. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ela não parecia irritada pelas minhas palavras e simplesmente  perguntou em &lt;br /&gt;
voz baixa: "Por quê?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu evitei respondê-la, o que a deixou muito brava. Ela jogou os talheres &lt;br /&gt;
longe e gritou "você não é homem!" Naquela noite, nós não conversamos mais. &lt;br /&gt;
Pude ouví-la chorando. Eu sabia que ela queria um motivo para o fim do nosso &lt;br /&gt;
casamento. Mas eu não tinha uma resposta satisfatória para esta pergunta. O &lt;br /&gt;
meu coração não pertencia a ela mais e sim a Jane. Eu simplesmente não a &lt;br /&gt;
amava mais, sentia pena dela. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentindo-me muito culpado, rascunhei um acordo de divórcio, deixando para &lt;br /&gt;
ela a casa, nosso carro e 30% das ações da minha empresa. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ela tomou o papel da minha mão e o rasgou violentamente. A mulher com quem &lt;br /&gt;
vivi pelos últimos 10 anos se tornou uma estranha para mim. Eu fiquei com dó &lt;br /&gt;
deste desperdício de tempo e energia mas eu não voltaria atrás do que disse, &lt;br /&gt;
pois amava a Jane profundamente. Finalmente ela começou a chorar alto na &lt;br /&gt;
minha frente, o que já era esperado. Eu me senti libertado enquanto ela &lt;br /&gt;
chorava. A minha obsessão por divórcio nas últimas semanas finalmente se &lt;br /&gt;
materializava e o fim estava mais perto agora.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
No dia seguinte, eu cheguei em casa tarde e a encontrei sentada na mesa &lt;br /&gt;
escrevendo. Eu não jantei, fui direto para a cama e dormi imediatamente, &lt;br /&gt;
pois estava cansado depois de ter passado o dia com a Jane. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando acordei no meio da noite, ela ainda estava sentada à mesa, &lt;br /&gt;
escrevendo. Eu a ignorei e voltei a dormir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na manhã seguinte, ela me apresentou suas condições: ela não queria nada meu, mas pedia um mês de prazo para conceder o divórcio.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela pediu que durante os próximos 30 dias a gente tentasse viver juntos de forma mais &lt;br /&gt;
natural possivel. As suas razões eram simples: o nosso filho faria seus &lt;br /&gt;
examos no próximo mês e precisava de um ambiente propício para prepar-se &lt;br /&gt;
bem, sem os problemas de ter que lidar com o rompimento de seus pais. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isso me pareceu razoável, mas ela acrescentou algo mais. Ela me lembrou do &lt;br /&gt;
momento em que eu a carreguei para dentro da nossa casa no dia em que nos &lt;br /&gt;
casamos e me pediu que durante os próximos 30 dias eu a carregasse para fora &lt;br /&gt;
da casa todas as manhãs. Eu então percebi que ela estava completamente louca &lt;br /&gt;
mas aceitei sua proposta para não tornar meus próximos dias ainda mais &lt;br /&gt;
intoleráveis. &lt;br /&gt;
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Eu contei para a Jane sobre o pedido da minha esposa e ela riu muito e achou a idéia totalmente absurda. "Ela pensa que impondo condições assim vai mudar alguma coisa; melhor ela encarar a situação e aceitar o divórcio" ,disse Jane em tom de gozação. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Minha esposa e eu não tínhamos nenhum contato físico havia muito tempo, então quando eu a carreguei para fora da casa no primeiro dia, foi &lt;br /&gt;
totalmente estranho. Nosso filho nos aplaudiu dizendo "O papai está &lt;br /&gt;
carregando a mamãe no colo!" Suas palavras me causaram constrangimento. Do &lt;br /&gt;
quarto para a sala, da sala para a porta de entrada da casa, eu devo ter &lt;br /&gt;
caminhado uns 10 metros carregando minha esposa no colo. Ela fechou os olhos &lt;br /&gt;
e disse baixinho "Não conte para o nosso filho sobre o divórcio" Eu balancei &lt;br /&gt;
a cabeça mesmo discordando e então a coloquei no chão assim que atravessamos &lt;br /&gt;
a porta de entrada da casa. Ela foi pegar o ônibus para o trabalho e eu &lt;br /&gt;
dirigi para o escritório. &lt;br /&gt;
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No segundo dia, foi mais fácil para nós dois. Ela se apoiou no meu peito, eu &lt;br /&gt;
senti o cheiro do perfume que ela usava. Eu então percebi que há muito tempo não prestava atenção a essa mulher. Ela certamente tinha envelhecido nestes últimos 10 anos, havia rugas no seu rosto, seu cabelo estava ficando fino e grisalho. O nosso casamento teve muito impacto nela. Por uns segundos, cheguei a pensar no que havia feito para ela estar neste estado. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No quarto dia, quando eu a levantei, senti certa intimidade maior com o &lt;br /&gt;
corpo dela. Esta mulher havia dedicado 10 anos da vida dela a mim. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No quinto dia, a mesma coisa. Eu não disse nada a Jane, mas ficava a cada &lt;br /&gt;
dia mais fácil carregá-la do nosso quarto à porta da casa. Talvez meus &lt;br /&gt;
músculos estejam mais firmes com o exercício, pensei. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Certa manhã, ela estava tentando escolher um vestido. Ela experimentou uma &lt;br /&gt;
série deles mas não conseguia achar um que servisse. Com um suspiro, ela &lt;br /&gt;
disse "Todos os meus vestidos estão grandes para mim". Eu então percebi que &lt;br /&gt;
ela realmente havia emagrecido bastante, daí a facilidade em carregá-la nos &lt;br /&gt;
últimos dias. &lt;br /&gt;
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A realidade caiu sobre mim com uma ponta de remorso... Ela carrega tanta dor &lt;br /&gt;
e tristeza em seu coração..... Instintivamente, eu estiquei o braço e toquei &lt;br /&gt;
seus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nosso filho entrou no quarto neste momento e disse "Pai, está na hora de &lt;br /&gt;
você carregar a mamãe". Para ele, ver seu pai carregando sua mão todas as &lt;br /&gt;
manhãs tornou-se parte da rotina da casa. Minha esposa abraçou nosso filho e &lt;br /&gt;
o segurou em seus braços por alguns longos segundos. Eu tive que sair de &lt;br /&gt;
perto, temendo mudar de idéia agora que estava tão perto do meu objetivo. Em &lt;br /&gt;
seguida, eu a carreguei em meus braços, do quarto para a sala, da sala para &lt;br /&gt;
a porta de entrada da casa. Sua mão repousava em meu pescoço. Eu a segurei &lt;br /&gt;
firme contra o meu corpo. Lembrei-me do dia do nosso casamento. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o seu corpo tão magro me deixou triste. No último dia, quando eu a &lt;br /&gt;
segurei em meus braços, por algum motivo não conseguia mover minhas pernas. &lt;br /&gt;
Nosso filho já tinha ido para a escola e eu me vi pronunciando estas &lt;br /&gt;
palavras: "Eu não percebi o quanto perdemos a nossa intimidade com o tempo". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não consegui dirigir para o trabalho.... fui até o meu novo futuro &lt;br /&gt;
endereço, saí do carro apressadamente, com medo de mudar de idéia...Subi as &lt;br /&gt;
escadas e bati na porta do quarto. A Jane abriu a porta e eu disse a ela &lt;br /&gt;
"Desculpe, Jane. Eu não quero mais me divorciar". &lt;br /&gt;
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Ela olhou para mim sem acreditar e tocou na minha testa "Você está com &lt;br /&gt;
febre?" Eu tirei sua mão da minha testa e repeti "Desculpe Jane. Eu não vou me divorciar. Meu casamento ficou chato porque nós não soubemos valorizar os pequenos detalhes da nossa vida e não por falta de amor. Agora eu percebi que desde o dia em que carreguei minha esposa no dia do nosso casamento para nossa casa, eu devo segurá-la até que a morte nos separe. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A Jane então percebeu que era sério. Deu-me um tapa no rosto, bateu a porta na minha cara e pude ouví-la chorando compulsivamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu voltei para ocarro e fui trabalhar. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na loja de flores, no caminho de volta para casa, eu comprei um buquê de &lt;br /&gt;
rosas para minha esposa. A atendente me perguntou o que eu gostaria de &lt;br /&gt;
escrever no cartão. Eu sorri e escrevi:  "Eu te carregarei em meus braços &lt;br /&gt;
todas as manhãs até que a morte nos separe". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Naquela noite, quando cheguei em casa, com um buquê de flores na mão e um &lt;br /&gt;
grande sorriso no rosto, fui direto para o nosso quarto onde encontrei minha &lt;br /&gt;
esposa deitada na cama - morta. &lt;br /&gt;
Minha esposa estava com câncer e vinha se tratando a vários meses, mas eu &lt;br /&gt;
estava muito ocupado com a Jane para perceber que havia algo errado com ela. &lt;br /&gt;
Ela sabia que morreria em breve e quis poupar nosso filho dos efeitos de um &lt;br /&gt;
divórcio - e prolongou a nossa vida juntos proporcionando ao nosso filho a &lt;br /&gt;
imagem de nós dois juntos toda manhã. Pelo menos aos olhos do meu filho, eu &lt;br /&gt;
sou um marido carinhoso. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os pequenos detalhes de nossa vida são o que realmente contam num &lt;br /&gt;
relacionamento. Não é a mansão, o carro, as propriedades, o dinheiro no &lt;br /&gt;
banco. Estes bens criam um ambiente propício a felicidade mas não &lt;br /&gt;
proporcionam mais do que conforto. Portanto, encontre tempo para ser amigo &lt;br /&gt;
de sua esposa, faça pequenas coisas um para o outro para mantê-los próximos &lt;br /&gt;
e íntimos. Tenham um casamento real e feliz! &lt;br /&gt;
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Se você não dividir isso com alguém, nada vai te acontecer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se escolher enviar para alguém, talvez salve um Casamento. &lt;br /&gt;
Muitos fracassados na vida são pessoas que não perceberam que estavam tão perto do sucesso e preferiram desistir..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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O coração &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não conhece "se" e "mas"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Ele simplesmente diz que este é o seu destino: tornar-se pintor ou  poeta ou escultor ou dançarino ou músico. Ele simplesmente diz que é  assim que você se realizará. Ele começa a direcioná-lo.&lt;br /&gt;
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A função do mestre é ajudar você a estar em silêncio para ouvir os sussurros internos, então sua vida começa a ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;guiada por uma disciplina interior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Por isso, não lhe dou nenhuma disciplina exterior, mas o ajudo a descobrir o seu &lt;i&gt;insight&lt;/i&gt;. Você então será livre, andará em liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sannyas&lt;/i&gt;, portanto, não é um cativeiro, não é um culto, não é um credo — é uma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;declaração de liberdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, é uma declaração de individualidade, é uma declaração de amor e criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Todos os textos que publico sobre Osho são extraídos do Blog&lt;br /&gt;
Palavra de Osho.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Meditações Para a Noite"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/THpZlTtlI4I/AAAAAAAAHHY/rtCvNpumb5M/s1600/%C3%8Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/THpZlTtlI4I/AAAAAAAAHHY/rtCvNpumb5M/s320/%C3%8Dndice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="conteudo_texto"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="conteudo_texto"&gt;O Código Civil de 2002 estabelece que é  indispensável o processo judicial para a adoção de maiores de 18 anos,  não sendo possível realizar o ato por meio de escritura pública. Com  esse entendimento, a Quarta Turma do Superior Tribunal de Justiça (STJ)  conheceu do recurso especial do Ministério Público do Estado do Paraná,  para extinguir o procedimento de adoção envolvendo um rapaz de 20 anos. E.A.K. requereu um alvará para a autorização da escritura de adoção  do jovem F.A.C.G. O Juízo de primeira instância julgou procedente o  pedido e autorizou o procedimento, lavrando a escritura e determinando a  averbação na 1ª Vara de Família e Registros Públicos da Comarca de  Londrina. No novo registro civil, E.A.K. constava como pai, e os pais  dele, como avós paternos, permanecendo inalteradas as demais  informações. &lt;br /&gt;
O Ministério Público (MP) estadual apelou ao  Tribunal de Justiça do Paraná (TJPR), com o objetivo de reformar a  sentença para que fosse extinto o processo sem julgamento do mérito,  alegando impossibilidade jurídica do pedido, uma vez que procedimentos  de adoção são de competência exclusiva das Varas de Família. &lt;br /&gt;
Entretanto,  o TJPR negou provimento ao recurso, decidindo que a alegação do MP  estadual seria improcedente, pois, na demanda em questão, o magistrado  da vara atua tanto como Juiz da Vara de Família como Juiz da Vara de  Registros Públicos, “fazendo valer o princípio da economia e celeridade  processuais”. &lt;br /&gt;
Insatisfeito com a decisão, o MP estadual recorreu  ao STJ, argumentando que a adoção, ainda que de jovens maiores de 18  anos, deve obedecer, obrigatoriamente, a processo judicial, não sendo,  assim, possível realizá-la por intermédio de escritura pública. &lt;br /&gt;
O  ministro relator, Luis Felipe Salomão, acolheu os argumentos do MP  estadual: “Com efeito, o novo Código Civil modificou sensivelmente o  regime de adoção para maiores de 18 anos. Antes, poderia ser realizada  conforme vontade das partes, por meio de escritura pública. Hoje,  contudo, dada a importância da matéria e as consequências decorrentes da  adoção, não apenas para o adotante e adotado, mas também para  terceiros, faz-se necessário o controle jurisdicional que se dá pelo  preenchimento de diversos requisitos, verificados em processo judicial  próprio”. &lt;br /&gt;
Em seu voto, o relator transcreveu passagem do jurista  Paulo Lobo sobre o tema: “Ao exigir o processo judicial, o Código Civil  extinguiu a possibilidade de a adoção ser efetivada mediante escritura  pública. Toda e qualquer adoção passa a ser encarada como um instituto  de interesse público, exigente de mediação do Estado por seu poder  público. A competência é exclusiva das Varas de Infância e Juventude  quando o adotante for menor de 18 anos e das Varas de Família, quando o  adotando for maior”. &lt;br /&gt;
O ministro ressaltou que não se pode falar  em excesso de formalismo nesses casos, pois o processo judicial  específico garante à autoridade judiciária a oportunidade de verificar  os benefícios efetivos da adoção para o adotante e adotando, seja ele  menor ou maior, “o que vai ao encontro do interesse público a que visa  proteger. Sendo assim, é indispensável, mesmo para a adoção de maiores  de 18 anos, a atuação jurisdicional, por meio de processo judicial e  sentença constitutiva”, concluiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-7729004180443925048?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passei anos e anos procurando Deus e não consegui encontrá-lo. Então &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;desisti da ideia e fiquei tranquilo e amoroso&lt;/b&gt;  - o que mais poderia fazer? Não conseguia encontrar Deus, então o jeito  era estar o mais perto possível da divindade. Assim, fiquei silencioso,  tranquilo, amoroso, alegre, como se já o tivesse encontrado - era "&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;como se&lt;/b&gt;". Um dia &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;ele veio à minha procura&lt;/b&gt;,  e desde então não me preocupo muito com ele, mas ele continua me  seguindo. Antes eu o chamava: "Deus, onde está você?" Agora, ele me  chama: "Kabir, onde está você?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kabir está dizendo algo  tremendamente importante. Suas palavras exatas são: "Ele continua me  seguindo como uma sombra, chamando-me: 'Kabir, Kabir, aonde está indo? O  que está fazendo? Posso ajudar?' Nem ligo para ele,&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;agora que conheço o caminh&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ele não é um lugar do lado de fora, &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;é do lado de dentro&lt;/b&gt;. Não está nos rituais da religião, &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;está no amor&lt;/b&gt;. Não está nas formalidades, mas numa &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;amizade informal com a existência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Meditações Para o Dia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Imagem por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geishaboy500/104138592/"&gt;geishaboy500&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-1952725300648807944?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Um dia os animais se reuniram na floresta e&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;decidiram criar uma escola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Havia um coelho, um pássaro, um esquilo, um peixe e uma enguia, e eles &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;formaram uma Diretoria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O coelho insistiu na inclusão da corrida no currículo. O pássaro  insistiu na inclusão do voo no currículo. O peixe insistiu na inclusão  da natação no currículo. E o esquilo disse que a subida perpendicular em  árvores era &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;absolutamente  necessária&lt;/b&gt; ao currículo. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eles juntaram todas essas coisas e escreveram um roteiro do currículo.  Então insistiram em que &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;todos  os animais aprendessem todas as matérias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
O coelho, embora tirasse um "A" em corrida, teve uma enorme dificuldade  em subida perpendicular em árvores. Ele sempre caía de costas. Logo ele  teve um tipo de dano cerebral e não conseguiu mais correr. Ele descobriu  que, em vez de tirar "A" em corrida, &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;estava tirando "C"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; e, é claro, sempre tirou "F"  na subida perpendicular. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O pássaro saiu-se maravilhosamente bem em voo, mas quando teve de  escavar o chão ele não se saiu tão bem. Sempre quebrava o bico e as  asas. Logo ele estava &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;tirando  "C"&lt;/b&gt; em voo, além de "F" em cavar tocas, e todas as suas  tentativas de subida perpendicular em árvores foram um fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por fim, o animal que concluiu o curso e fez o discurso de formatura foi  a enguia, que era mentalmente retardada e conseguira fazer &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;um pouco&lt;/b&gt; de todas as  matérias &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;mais ou menos pela  metade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas os educadores ficaram contentes porque todos estavam recebendo aulas  sobre todas as matérias e aquilo foi chamado de &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"uma educação abrangente"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nós rimos da história, mas é assim que as coisas são. &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;É o que aconteceu com você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nós realmente estamos tentando fazer todo mundo igual a todo mundo, por  isso &lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;destruímos o potencial  de todos para serem eles mesmos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #351c75;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Intuição: O Saber Além da  Lógica"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Imagem por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/strollers/117061884/"&gt;strollers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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acontece dentro das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Meu querido, há uma batalha entre dois lobos dentro de todos nós:&lt;br /&gt;
- um é mau: é a raiva, a inveja, o ciúme, a gula, a tristeza, o&lt;br /&gt;
desgosto, a cobiça, a arrogância, a pena de si mesmo, a culpa, o&lt;br /&gt;
ressentimento, a inferioridade, as mentiras, o orgulho falso, a&lt;br /&gt;
superioridade e o ego.&lt;br /&gt;
- outro é bom: é a alegria, a paz, a esperança, a serenidade, a&lt;br /&gt;
humildade, a bondade, a benevolência, a empatia, a generosidade, a&lt;br /&gt;
verdade, a compaixão e a fé.&lt;br /&gt;
O neto pensou naquilo por alguns minutos e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Qual o lobo que vence?&lt;br /&gt;
E o velho índio simplesmente respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Aquele que você alimentar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse fluir ‘alguma coisa’ é energia. Mais profundamente, porém, ainda  mais fundo, você fica cônscio, você pode testemunhar. Você pode  testemunhar tanto seu corpo quanto sua energia vital. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse  testemunhar é sua consciência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4c1130;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Toda existência possui três camadas.&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A mais profunda é a consciência  testemunha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; No meio está a energia vital e bem na superfície  está a matéria, o corpo material.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Essa técnica diz: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;essa consciência existe em cada ser, e nada mais existe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  O que você é? Quem é você? Se você fechar seus olhos e tentar descobrir  quem você é, no final você está destinado a chegar à conclusão de que  você é consciência.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Essa consciência existe em cada ser, e nada mais existe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viva com  essa noção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seja sensível a isso e onde quer que você vá,  mova-se com essa mente e esse coração – que tudo é consciência e nada  mais existe. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mais cedo ou mais tarde, o mundo mudará sua face. Cedo ou tarde, objetos  desaparecem e pessoas começam a aparecer em toda parte. Cedo ou tarde, o  mundo inteiro subitamente estará iluminado e você saberá que você  estava vivendo num mundo de coisas mortas apenas por causa da sua  insensibilidade. Do contrário tudo está vivo – não somente vivo, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tudo está  consciente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "The Book of Secrets"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando você sabe, seu espelho fica cheio de poeira — o conhecimento &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;acumula poeira&lt;/b&gt; como um  espelho.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando não sabe nada, você se deslumbra e se maravilha com tudo, seu  espelho está limpo. E&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;esse  espelho limpo é a verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Meditações Para a Noite"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Imagem por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimota/107192846/"&gt;gualtiero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-7015786683063477465?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Permita que toda a sua energia transforme-se numa &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;energia dançante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Balance e mova-se com o  vento, sentindo-o passar por você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Esqueça que tem um corpo humano — você é uma árvore; identifique-se com  ela. Se possível, fique ao ar livre, entre as árvores, &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;transforme-se numa delas&lt;/b&gt; e  deixe que o vento passe através de você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentir-se identificado com uma árvore é imensamente fortificante e  nutritivo. Entra-se facilmente na consciência primal. As árvores estão  aí; fale com elas, abrace-as e, de repente, sentirá que &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;tudo vem de volta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E se não for possível sair ao ar livre, pare no meio da sala, &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;visualize-se como uma árvore e comece a  dançar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #4c1130;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "O Livro Orange"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; Imagem por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/uqbar/7776486/"&gt;Uqbar  is back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-408548163216680659?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se você puder seguir este homem ignorante, a sua mente vai desistir.  Porque a mente sempre segue o conhecimento, e quando a mente desiste &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;não há nenhuma necessidade de ir para  lugar algum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Tudo está disponível, sempre esteve disponível;  você nunca perdeu isto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Só por causa de sua busca, você não pôde olhar para isto. Sua mente,&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;focada no futuro&lt;/b&gt;, na meta,  não pode olhar.&lt;br /&gt;
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A verdade o cerca, você existe nisto. Da mesma forma que os peixes  existem no oceano, você existe na verdade. Deus não é uma meta, &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Deus é o que é aqui e agora&lt;/b&gt;.  Estas árvores, estes ventos que sopram, estas nuvens que se movem, o  céu, você, eu, é isto que Deus é. Não é uma meta.&lt;br /&gt;
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Abandone a mente e o divino.&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Deus  não é um objeto, é uma fusão&lt;/b&gt;. A mente resiste a uma fusão, a  mente é contra a rendição; a mente é muito esperta e calculista.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Um Pássaro em Voo:  Conversas Sobre o Zen"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="autor" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_autor"&gt;Por  Carlos Bernardo González Pecotche (Raumsol)&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="texto" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com este  artigo, damos início à apresentação dos resultados do estudo logosófico  nos aspectos mais importantes da configuração humana. &lt;br /&gt;
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No individual, destacamos a eficácia do método pela soma de vantagens  que cada qual vai anotando em seu haver pessoal. Entender-se-á que os  benefícios que o indivíduo vai recebendo quando realiza seu processo de  evolução consciente são, evidentemente, os resultados positivos que ele  obtém enquanto cumpre com empenho e constância as diretrizes que a  Logosofia estabelece em seu auxílio, resultados estes que resumiremos  assim:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Aprende a conduzir sua vida conscientemente. Isso lhe outorga  vantagens de toda ordem, porque sabe a que se ater em cada circunstância  ou diante de qualquer situação. Age em todos os casos sem  precipitações, tendo em conta o que sua vida representa e o que dela  deve fazer para sua felicidade futura.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) Aprende a ser dono dos pensamentos que atuam em sua mente e controla  todo pensamento externo que tente influenciá-la. Sabe como aumentar,  mediante a função seletiva de sua inteligência, o número e qualidade dos  pensamentos que favorecem sua evolução, e como eliminar os que a  entorpecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TBYh-5oDXMI/AAAAAAAADOY/CWXkY9OXBnI/s1600/clive-nichols.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TBYh-5oDXMI/AAAAAAAADOY/CWXkY9OXBnI/s200/clive-nichols.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
3) Muda sua conduta, seu modo de ser e de agir, com o que enaltece, em  tempo relativamente breve, o conceito que dele se tinha, tanto entre  seus familiares como no círculo de suas amizades ou vinculações  fortuitas.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Satisfaz plenamente suas inquietudes de ordem espiritual, tranquiliza  as psicológicas e encaminha com favorável auspício as econômicas.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) Adquire segurança no pensar e no agir.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Seu caráter, antes agressivo, irascível, amargurado ou triste,  torna-se sereno, alegre e otimista.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) Enriquece sua consciência com o concurso de conheci­mentos  transcendentes. Esses conhecimentos lhe permitem introduzir-se em seu  mundo interno e explorá-lo. Ao fazer isso, toma contato com o mundo  metafísico ou transcendente, fonte das concepções eternas, por ser  mental sua poderosa e fecunda força criadora.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) Consolida a fé em si mesmo, fato este que o emancipa de toda fé  baseada no abstrato, incapaz de resistir à analise sensata da razão. A  fé em si mesmo é sinal evidente de integridade moral e espiritual, e  adquire força categórica na livre decisão da vontade do indivíduo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TBYiF2Kx7OI/AAAAAAAADOg/tqIfZ9ObuFo/s1600/himeji-jo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TBYiF2Kx7OI/AAAAAAAADOg/tqIfZ9ObuFo/s200/himeji-jo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9) Alcança, finalmente, a redenção de si mesmo, prerrogativa que a Lei  de Evolução lhe concede.* É precisamente no pro­cesso de evolução  consciente, paralelo ao conhecimento de si mesmo, que o ser encontra,  como esculpidos em relevo, os erros cometidos e as dívidas que contraiu  ao longo de sua existência. Tais erros, ele os pode reparar até culminar  na liberação de tão pesada carga, graças à capacitação logosófica  alcançada; quanto às dívidas contraídas, podem elas ser definitivamente  canceladas, ao se fazer o bem conforme a Logosofia prescreve,  conscientemente, e com tal qualidade e volume que exceda com folga a  totalidade dos erros, desacertos e tudo quanto de mau possa ele ter  feito até o momento de iniciar seu processo de evolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;* Ver o livro O Mecanismo da  Vida Consciente, cap. 4 e 14, do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="detalhe" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_referencia"&gt;Trechos  extraídos do livro Curso de Iniciação Logosófica, p. 75.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7840433161059206253-4970245660663010547?l=xikexike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O desejo pela totalidade é inerente a tudo, mas &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;somente o homem&lt;/b&gt; tornou-se consciente  disso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dessa forma o homem vive sob tensão, e &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;apenas quando esse anseio é realizado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;seu estado  negativo de tensão é eliminado.&lt;br /&gt;
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A tensão &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;é simbólica&lt;/b&gt;  do potencial infinito como também das infinitas possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;
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O homem não é o que ele pode ser, e &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a menos que ele seja aquilo que ele pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ele não  pode ficar à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse mal-estar é o homem, e &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a  saúde está na totalidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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O fato de que a língua inglesa possui uma mesma raiz para as palavras  todo (whole), sagrado (holy) e cura (heal) oculta uma &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;profunda verdade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aquele que &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;é total é também  curado&lt;/b&gt;, e ser curado é ser total.&lt;br /&gt;
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Essa integridade só pode ser alcançada &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;tornando-se totalmente consciente de si mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; a  escuridão do inconsciente é para ser penetrada e transformada em luz.&lt;br /&gt;
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E &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a meditação é o método&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "A Cup of Tea"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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marido na casa da sogra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois de algum&amp;nbsp; tempo, começou a ver que não se &lt;br /&gt;
adaptava à sogra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os temperamentos eram muito diferentes e Lin se &lt;br /&gt;
irritava com os hábitos e costumes da sogra,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que criticava cada vez mais com insistência.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Com o passar dos meses, as coisas foram piorando, &lt;br /&gt;
a ponto de a vida se tornar&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No entanto, segundo as tradições antigas da China, &lt;br /&gt;
a nora tem que estar sempre a serviço&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; da sogra e obedecer-lhe em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas Lin, não suportando por mais tempo a idéia de &lt;br /&gt;
viver com a sogra, tomou a decisão de ir&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; consultar um Mestre, velho amigo do seu pai.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Depois de ouvir a jovem, o Mestre Huang pegou num &lt;br /&gt;
ramalhete de ervas medicinais e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Para te livrares da tua sogra, não as deves usar &lt;br /&gt;
de uma só vez, pois isso poderia causar suspeitas. Vais &lt;br /&gt;
misturá-las com a comida, pouco a pouco, dia após dia, e &lt;br /&gt;
assim ela vai-se envenenando lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5RcWLo00I/AAAAAAAADGQ/oYoMhWlX4c4/s1600/tamayo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5RcWLo00I/AAAAAAAADGQ/oYoMhWlX4c4/s200/tamayo1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas, para teres a certeza de que, quando ela morrer, &lt;br /&gt;
ninguém suspeitará de ti, deverás ter muito cuidado em &lt;br /&gt;
tratá-la sempre com muita amizade. Não discutas e ajuda-a &lt;br /&gt;
a resolver os seus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lin respondeu: "Obrigado, Mestre Huang, farei tudo o &lt;br /&gt;
que me recomenda.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lin ficou muito contente e voltou entusiasmada com o &lt;br /&gt;
projeto de assassinar a sogra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Durante várias semanas Lin serviu, dia sim, dia não, &lt;br /&gt;
uma refeição preparada especialmente para a sogra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E tinha sempre presente a recomendação de Mestre Huang &lt;br /&gt;
para evitar suspeitas: controlava o temperamento, obedecia &lt;br /&gt;
à sogra em tudo e tratava-a como se fosse a sua própria mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Passados seis meses, toda a família estava mudada.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lin controlava bem o seu temperamento e quase nunca se aborrecia.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Durantes estes meses, não teve uma única discussão com a sogra, &lt;br /&gt;
que também se mostrava muito mais amável e mais fácil de tratar com ela.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As atitudes da sogra também mudaram e ambas passaram a tratar-se como mãe e filha.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Certo dia, Lin foi procurar o Mestre Huang, para lhe pedir ajuda e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mestre, por favor, ajude-me a evitar que o veneno venha a matar a minha sogra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É que ela transformou-se numa mulher agradável e gosto dela como se fosse a minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não quero que ela morra por causa do veneno que lhe dou.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A tua sogra não mudou. Quem mudou foi você . &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As ervas que te dei são vitaminas para melhorar a saúde.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O veneno estava nas tuas atitudes, mas foi sendo substituído pelo &lt;br /&gt;
amor e carinho que lhe começaste a dedicar.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Na China, há um provérbio que diz:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "A pessoa que ama os outros também será amada".&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E os árabes têm outro provérbio:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "O nosso inimigo não é aquele que nos odeia, mas aquele que nós odiamos".&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As pessoas que mais nos dão dor de cabeça hoje poderão vir a ser as que &lt;br /&gt;
mais nos darão alegrias no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Invista nelas...cative-as, ouça-as, cruze seu mundo com o mundo delas.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Plante sementes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5RxdYT26I/AAAAAAAADGg/H3G69hvJLMM/s1600/tamayo-naturaleza-muerta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5RxdYT26I/AAAAAAAADGg/H3G69hvJLMM/s200/tamayo-naturaleza-muerta.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não espere o resultado imediato...colha com paciência.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esse é o único investimento que jamais se perde.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Se as pessoas não ganharem, você, pelo menos, ganhará :&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Paz interior, experiência e consciência de que fez o melhor. &lt;br /&gt;
Façamos um esforço como a nora fez, para com as pessoas que parecem nos odiar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagens: Obras de Tamayo &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;para ler a sua velha Bíblia desgastada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;A referência familiar do menino era o vovô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e o neto gostava de imitá-lo em todas as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;que ele fazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Era lindo de se ver o relacionamento de amor  entre eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;O neto um dia perguntou:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Vovô, eu quero ser como senhor e ler a  Bíblia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Eu quero amar este livro como o  senhor ama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;mas eu&amp;nbsp;não o entendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e o que é pior é que quando eu leio  uma coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;em seguida eu me esqueço e nem sei  mais o que eu li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Então vovô, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;como este livro poderá fazer bem à  minha vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Vovô me explique: Como a Bíblia  poderá me ajudar??&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Sem perder a paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e com muito carinho e amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5N44immCI/AAAAAAAADFw/sW2b7LVYD9A/s1600/avo+e+neto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5N44immCI/AAAAAAAADFw/sW2b7LVYD9A/s200/avo+e+neto.JPG" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;o vovô parou de jogar o carvão no grande fogão a  lenha da casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e falou com seu neto com muita atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;?Meu neto quero que você apanhe esta  cesta suja de carvão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;que está vazia agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e vá até o rio e encha de água para  mim, por favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Você pode fazer isso??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;O menino falou com muita alegria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;?Claro que eu posso vovô. Já estou  indo.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;E saiu correndo com o cesto para o rio. Encheu o  cesta com água e voltou correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas a água vazou pela cesta e quando o menino  chegou, ela estava vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;O vovô sorriu&amp;nbsp; e abraçou o neto.&amp;nbsp; E falou outra  vez: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Acho que você terá que correr... Vá  mais rápido desta vez...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;E o neto foi correndo para agradar ao vovô  querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas quando voltou a cesta estava vazia  novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; neto então disse ao vovô que com aquele  cesto era impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e só com o balde ele conseguiria a água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas o vovô disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5N_mgwg9I/AAAAAAAADF4/QhcmsiE38Jw/s1600/avo-e-neto-marianamassaraniblogspotcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5N_mgwg9I/AAAAAAAADF4/QhcmsiE38Jw/s200/avo-e-neto-marianamassaraniblogspotcom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Eu não quero um balde de água;&amp;nbsp;Eu quero uma  cesta de água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Você pode conseguir isso. Se esforce.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas o neto havia sentido que esta era uma  tarefa impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas com a palavra do vovô, ele correu ao rio o  mais rápido que podia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;E quando chegou, a cesta estava vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Com o coração disparado pela correria, ele diz  ao vovô:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Viu vovô. É impossível. Eu não consigo. Isto é  inútil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"Porque pensas que é inútil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;disse o velho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Olha agora para dentro do&amp;nbsp;cesto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;O menino olhou para o cesto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e pela primeira vez ele percebeu&amp;nbsp;que a cesta  parecia diferente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A CESTA ESTAVA LIMPA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;A sujeira do carvão não mais existia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;"Filho",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(disse o avô)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5OKsyofDI/AAAAAAAADGA/tT3uwofi4Gg/s1600/natal_avo.neto.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SIfalXhW8Zg/TA5OKsyofDI/AAAAAAAADGA/tT3uwofi4Gg/s200/natal_avo.neto.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;é isso que acontece quando você lê a Palavra de  Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;É bem provável que você não consiga se  lembrar de tudo que leu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Nem eu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Mas, mesmo que você não veja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;quando você lê esta Palavra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;ela vai mudando o seu interior  continuamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;E é isso que o Senhor Deus faz em  nossas vidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Ele vai nos mudando por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e bem devagarzinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;e nos transformando à imagem de Seu  Filho, Jesus. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4f81bd; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 28pt; line-height: 150%; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sou uma categoria &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;composta de  mim mesmo&lt;/b&gt;, pois o meu enfoque é completamente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não sou contra o governo, sou contra &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a necessidade de governo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não sou contra os tribunais, sou contra &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;a necessidade de tribunais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Algum dia, em alguma época, vejo a necessidade de o homem ser capaz de  viver sem nenhum controle — religioso ou político — pois ele será &lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;uma disciplina em si mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osho, em "Liberdade: A Coragem de Ser  Você Mesmo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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