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The bus that went to the small Chinese village on the way up to the Himalayas, where Li Tzu, the Taoist master, lives, had engine...

Cléo, the beautiful witch with her slender body, brown skin, black hair, always in flowing colourful dresses, was the interlocutor of some of the most...

The atmosphere in the monastery was tense during that study period. The Elder, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of the Order, had been...

Upon arriving in Sedona, in the mountains of Arizona, I headed to the house of Starry Song, the shaman who had the gift of perpetuating...

                 Nothing had changed in the small Chinese village at the foot of the Himalayas since the last time I had been there. I got...

It had been some time since I last visited Loureiro, the cobbler who loved philosophy books and red wines. As usual, it was dawn when...

I was at the monastery for another cycle of studies. It had been a difficult night. An avalanche of thoughts had stolen my sleep. No...

When peace abandons me, Sedona is one of the refuges I turn to, a true existential trench where I can restore myself in safety before...

I was not well. When that happens, one of the alternatives I resort to is climbing Pedra Bonita, a huge granite massif overlooking the Atlantic,...

I was at the monastery for another period of study. I had signed up for the course on the Kybalion, the classic Hermetic work. Since...