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Na Grécia antiga, os atributos de Afrodite eram-lhes associados: a feminilidade, o prazer sexual, o amor...

Na Babilónia, dizia-se que os gatos tinham surgido de um espirro de
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Imagine o mundo como um imenso molde de cera virgem. A cada movimento que faz, a cada segundo que passa, esse molde é escrito pelas acções de Todos. 

Ao registo, que vive na consciência colectiva e no planeta, chamamos Akasha. Às acções, Karma (que traduzido quer literalmente dizer acção).




E as acções são, ao mesmo tempo, 
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Colocar saquinhos de tecido com alfazema.
Usar diferentes detergentes de lavar a roupa.

Tudo isso já testei, mas sem resultados extraordinários ou que durassem muito tempo.

Excepto a minha última experiência:

Embeber um pano em óleo essencial perfumado (pode ser de alfazema ou outro aroma da sua preferência) e passá-lo por todo o interior das gavetas. 
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Hoje os meus sentidos mais subtis - deve ter sido o 6º ou 7º sentido - detectaram que um ser alado estava em aflição. E lá estava este pombo (não é tão lindo?) a correr pelo chão do recreio, atravessando os buracos da vedação da escola em direcção à estrada.

Não está ferido e tem as penas todas completas, mas por algum motivo, 
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Aqui em casa o PC está muito longe do router Wireless o que fazia com que, na hora de actualizar a Casa Claridade, a experiência ficasse muito penosa.

A partir de hoje o problema está resolvido com esta minha engenhoca à professor Pardal. Neste caso, reciclei as caixas de tabaco do meu amigo Marcelo, que simpaticamente as cedeu (está na hora de deixares de fumar!). O princípio é o mesmo de uma
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Se sente que o meu trabalho de partilha e amor na Casa Claridade melhorou a sua vida de alguma forma e deseja retribuir, pode fazê-lo usando o sistema seguro PayPal através do botão "Donate" que se encontra aqui na barra lateral.

(não é necessário ter conta PayPal, basta seguir os passos indicados após clicar em "Donate")

Se preferir fazer transferência bancária, peça o NIB por email: 
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Desde tempos ancestrais é usado para cozinhar alimentos para o corpo e para o espírito.
É, talvez, o utensílio mágico preferido das bruxas...
Hoje trago à luz um dos feitiços (que preciso de fazer para mim!) de prosperidade que criei e registei há muito tempo no meu livro das sombras.

Feitiço do Caldeirão para 
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Este projecto, para fazer com as crianças, vai ensinar-lhes:

1. Que os feijões não nascem nas latas.
2. A cuidar, amar e respeitar a Natureza.
3. A serem responsáveis.

Forrar o fundo de um recipiente transparente com algodão, depositar vários feijões e humedecer o algodão com água. 
Em poucos dias, estará assim, verdejante.

Fica à responsabilidade da criança 
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Domingo, 20 de Maio - 9:30 às 17:30

Reiki é energia. Energia Universal. Uma energia de cura, que estimula o sistema imunitário e traz alegria à sua vida.
Mais do que uma terapia complementar, Reiki é uma forma de Vida.

É transversal a todas as Religiões e respeita todos os credos. E funciona sempre, não necessita de Fé (ateus são muito bem-vindos). 

Neste dia de curso aprenderá a transmitir 
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"Jungle Tales" - Sir James Jebusa Shannon, 1895 
As Fadas são as fiandeiras do destino. No momento em que nascemos, o fio da vida é habilmente fiado pelas suas mãos translúcidas e insuflado de luz. Quando morremos, são elas que o cortam.
Uma noite no país das Fadas equivaleria a vários anos no tempo dos mortais.
Por isso, há quem acredite que se colocar os dois pés dentro de um círculo de Fadas
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A diferença entre um diamante e um pedaço de vidro lapidado é o brilho. A refracção da luz.  Através do vidro é sempre possível ver alguma parte do que nos rodeia, enquanto o diamante sobressai porque ilumina tudo com a sua refracção.

A Hazel é um diamante. Uma daquelas raras pessoas que nasceram para iluminar e dar brilho ao mundo, a tudo, e a todos.

E hoje, no dia do seu aniversário, só 
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Não estou a ficar velha, mas vintage, que é muito mais chique.

Quero agradecer a todas as pessoas que me têm tratado com carinho e gentileza, tornando assim a minha vida mais bonita. Bem hajam.

Estamos sob a influência da maior Lua Cheia do ano!
Nesta festa virtual, sirva-se das minhas bebidas preferidas: sumo de pêra, sumo de laranja e sumo de manga
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Celebra-se o retorno definitivo do Sol, que triunfa sobre os dias escuros e tristes típicos do Inverno.

É a festa do fogo, das flores e do Amor. 



As mulheres celebram a sua feminilidade sagrada, embelezando-se com grinaldas de flores do campo sobre a cabeça, e 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/auRe3OXW7j4eycjD7oyuRKhARoU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/auRe3OXW7j4eycjD7oyuRKhARoU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGSX0zeyp7ImA9WhVWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005411163550016888.post-350267597382838812</id><published>2012-04-26T17:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T18:25:28.383+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-26T18:25:28.383+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comichão Mental" /><title>Ninguém conhece ninguém</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.casaclaridade.com/feeds/350267597382838812/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005411163550016888&amp;postID=350267597382838812&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005411163550016888/posts/default/350267597382838812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005411163550016888/posts/default/350267597382838812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.casaclaridade.com/2012/04/ninguem-conhece-ninguem.html" title="Ninguém conhece ninguém" /><author><name>HAZEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408628538043698535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elkvoPsCY-M/TC3ltPIGyOI/AAAAAAAAMM8/tv9QOexzo0Y/S220/hazelcc.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVEb6VO4mks/T5ly211fUEI/AAAAAAAAO2Q/ZRA4nbHqFIg/s72-c/16910909_c8264e7dad_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">Quem sou eu, um nome? O número do cartão de cidadão?
A imagem que aparece reflectida no espelho? A minha voz? Serei as coisas que vivi? Não.
Ninguém pode atrever-se a afirmar conheço-te muito bem, seja sobre mim ou qualquer outra pessoa. Tal afirmação não é reveladora de conhecimento, mas de grande ignorância.

Ninguém me conhece. Nem eu mesma me conheço totalmente.
Aquilo que se afirma 
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A palavra Religião deriva do latim Religare, ou Re-ligar. Voltar a ligar o que já esteve ligado. É esse o papel das religiões. Se o têm, ou não, cumprido, seria tema para um post completamente diferente deste.

Este versa precisamente sobre nos Re-ligarmos. Mesmo sem o  conjunto de sistemas culturais e de crenças, além de visões de mundo, que estabelece os símbolos que relacionam a humanidade 
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Esta vossa escriba está a envelhecer.
Já fui Donzela, sou Mãe, e começo lentamente a minha caminhada para chegar a Anciã.
As três faces sagradas da Deusa, que cumpro sem pressas.

Isto de envelhecer traz as suas compensações. 
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Passa as manhãs na cama e as tardes à janela a fazer charme para as pessoas que passam na rua.







Há mais de 2 anos que...
... peneiro os teus cocós das areias como os garimpeiros a peneirar pepitas de ouro.
... apanho as bolas de pêlo que vomitas sempre em cima dos tapetes.
... tiro os teus pêlos dos meus casacos.

E há mais de 2 anos, também, meu bom gato, que...
... fazes parte da minha 
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As minhas consultas são dadas em ambiente informal, tranquilo e descontraído.
Aconselho a trazer papel e caneta para anotar as indicações recebidas.
As previsões estendem-se até ao período de 6 meses - 1 ano.

Atendo em Carcavelos, Sintra e online, conforme indico 
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Não é por acaso que se sente aquela sensação desconfortável de "frio na barriga" quando algo de importante ou diferente está para acontecer.

Este centro energético funciona assim, como uma espécie de bússola interna que se manifesta através destas sensações físicas, e até quem não acredita nas "energias" as sente.


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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkyP32qu9woT1sRQoLOcehyBJRk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mkyP32qu9woT1sRQoLOcehyBJRk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBQXg5eip7ImA9WhVXE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005411163550016888.post-2564173163387619574</id><published>2012-04-13T12:47:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T16:17:30.622+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-13T16:17:30.622+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Comichão Mental" /><title>O que é uma Balzaquiana?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.casaclaridade.com/feeds/2564173163387619574/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005411163550016888&amp;postID=2564173163387619574&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005411163550016888/posts/default/2564173163387619574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005411163550016888/posts/default/2564173163387619574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.casaclaridade.com/2012/04/o-que-e-uma-balzaquiana.html" title="O que é uma Balzaquiana?" /><author><name>HAZEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03408628538043698535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_elkvoPsCY-M/TC3ltPIGyOI/AAAAAAAAMM8/tv9QOexzo0Y/S220/hazelcc.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hXet2tugjE/T4gBPaH37fI/AAAAAAAAO1I/Pb-lcP5DlNI/s72-c/57354.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">A expressão "mulher balzaquiana" não é de agora. Existe há cerca de 2 séculos, e surgiu com o livro "A Mulher de Trinta Anos", escrito pelo escritor realista francês Honoré de Balzac.

A personagem principal deste livro, "Julie d'Aiglemont", é a típica mulher mal-casada que, depois de vários anos de insatisfação, reencontra o amor nos braços de outro homem. 
Um escândalo para a Sociedade 
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A expressão "fora-de-moda" faz-me lembrar...
... "fora-da-lei"! Hmm, hmmmm.
Isso apela-me ao meu lado rebelde. Gosto.

Desde que me lembrei de começar a usar duas saias ao mesmo tempo, todo um novo mundo se revelou para mim. O mundo da excentricidade, dirão alguns. Seja!

O conceito de liberdade é-me muito valioso, e a roupa que escolhemos pode ser uma forma de exercê-lo (ou não). 

Usar o que 
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E isso quer dizer duas coisas:

- Primeiro, que me lembro de coisas assim, inúteis, mas esqueço-me do que fiz na semana passada.

- Segundo, se eles ainda existem... é porque pouco os usei!

Pelo menos, até há umas 
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Agora que Mercúrio deixou de ficar retrógrado, a comunicação arranca em plena força!

Há que aprender a ver além das aparências e a lidar com as adversidades.
A velha máxima "nem tudo o que parece, é, e nem tudo o que é, parece ser", 
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Mesmo assim, arrisca-se a beber o chá mais delicioso e mágico da sua vida...

Surpreenda os seus filhos ou as suas amigas com um chá na maçã.
A ideia não é nova, mas os ingredientes foram seleccionados por mim:

- 1 maçã
- um pau de canela
- um pequeno ramo de erva-doce
- uma pitadinha de pimenta-preta
- 3 flores de 
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