This is the 72-year-old Mohamed Aziz, the most photographed bookseller in the world, town of Rabat, Morocco !!
Selling books in a country, in which 26% of the population still cannot read, is an act of love towards his city and literature. Being an orphan since he was 6, Aziz had a difficult life; he was not even able to finish High School because the textbooks were too expensive for him. At the age of 15 in 1963, he started his career as a bookseller with only a carpet caved under a tree with 9 books.
Now his bookshop sells thousands of books and he spends his days trapped in books and devouring the stories that emerge from them. He spends between 6 and 8 hours a day reading and only stops to eat, pray, smoke, and help customers. The rest of his time he walks around the neighborhoods in search of books that he later puts up for sale in his shop.
He says that this is his revenge against his childhood, and poverty : “I have read over 4000 books in Arabic, French, English, or Spanish, so it means I have lived more than 4000 lives. Everyone should have that chance ! I only need two pillows and a book to enjoy my day.”
After more than 43 years in the same place, he is the longest-serving bookseller in Rabat.
PS : When asked why he leaves his books unattended outside where they could be stolen, he replied that those who can’t read don’t steal books, and those who can aren’t thieves…
My daughter handed me her school progress report. Although it displayed a steady stream of positive check marks, there was one check mark standing dejectedly alone from the rest.
“How am I doing, Mom?” my child asked with a level of maturity that did not match the small dishevelled person gazing up at me with smudged eyeglasses that teetered on the tip of her nose. With her small finger, she pointed to her teacher’s neatly printed words next to the lone check mark.
It read: “Distracted in large groups.” But I already knew this. I knew this long before it was written on an official report card. Since she was a toddler, this child has offered astute observations of the world around her.
After pointing out all the positives on the progress report, I told her what was written. Upon hearing the news, she gave a tiny, uncertain smile and shyly admitted, “I do look around a lot.”
But before my child could feel one ounce of shame, one iota of failure, I came down on bended knee and looked her straight in the eye. I didn’t want her to just hear these words, I wanted her to feel them. This is what I said:
“Yes. You do look around a lot. You noticed Sam sitting off by himself with a skinned knee on the field trip, and you comforted him.”
“You noticed Banjo had a running nose, and the vet said it was a good thing we brought him in when we did.”
“You noticed our waitress was working really hard and suggested we leave an extra good tip. You noticed Grandpa was walking slower than the rest of us so you waited for him.”
“You notice the beautiful view every time we cross the bridge to go to swim practice.”
“And you know what? I don’t ever want you to stop noticing because that is your gift. It is your gift that you give to the world.”
As I watched my daughter beam with the glow of acceptance, I realized her approach to life had the power to change the world.
You see, we are all just waiting for someone to notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy, notice our triumphs, notice our courage.
And the one who notices is a rare and beautiful gift.
~Rachel Macy Stafford, author of “Hands Free Life.” Her author page is @TheHandsFreeRevolution on Facebook.
Striving to see tranquillity and peace expressed, also simplicity, and great strength and nobility of spirit. Seeking calm confidence to share with those that are confused or unhappy. Inner life of prayer and striving affects the thoughts and souls of many others … no longer living for self. I will accept and be thankful for my life, and know that at the right time the way will be shown to me.
Today I offer my thoughts, and those I read and observe.
When we judge others according to our beliefs of how good and honorable people should act, we condemn ourselves and prove to be that which we speak against. So painfully obvious and yet when we are so close to it, living this behavior personally (and we all do at times) it seems to escape our perception. So, that being said, I ask Spirit/God/Universal Wisdom, to make me aware of the times I slip into this attitude and bring me back to love. Amen.
Remaining open-hearted is the most courageous thing you can do. So many people will do their best to tear it out of your chest, to crush it, to convince you it isn’t worthy of their best intentions … stay open to love anyway, stay soft … but you will grow in a special kind of fierceness, a gift. For keeping love alive.
That includes negative thought forms.Always upward …. Recognize Release Expand Cycle up Grow Reshape reality Design life Don’t accept someone else’s design Create It’s what you’re here for
Unchain your power Fall into the river of love That is the current of your own soul. ~ Clare Dubois, from The Courage to Shine
It’s a choice, and a daily practice.
Doing the inner work and healing isn’t a fleeting thing, it’s a habitual pattern, a practice, a characteristic of the Self. It’s not flashy or loud. Invisible even, it can seem. Some like to show off their “skills” but have no healing journey “history” to back it up.
Alchemy. How do we change the world? It begins with inner alchemy. Alter your language, alter your thoughts. Mixing this delicious future takes care, and a meticulous action.
If all your “leader” can demonstrate is constant destruction and suffering for the majority, you must evaluate and choose whether this is the reality in life you wish to support with your life-for e energy.
The question we should be asking ourselves is: Do we stand for continued life on this planet? Or do we stand for the destruction of it? It really is a very simple and straight forward question.
“Because they are seeing, they see not; and hearing, they hear not; neither do they understand the voice of heaven.” – Matthew 13.13
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. ~ Margaret Mead
May 29, 1996 I was in a car accident, I wrapped my Honda Del Sol around a telephone pole.
At first, as I walked around for 2 days as tho I was the living dead, I thought it was just extreme luck, saved by “god”, after all, when I lost control I lifted my hands from the steering wheel and simply said, “Oh God”.
Some time ago I had a vision of this accident, but in this vision I had hit the pole head on, not rear first. There were women there telling me to ‘breathe’.
Knowing what I know now, this had to be a timeline shift. Someone wanted to be certain I survived that accident. Why they wanted to keep me alive for these times is still unknown … by me.
There are some folks out there who claim to know who I am, they claim to know what I will do, they’ve stated that I’ve done ‘this’ for other worlds also. One of these folks called me a ‘princess’.
I come from a place where there is a man residing on the highest mountain, he sent me here. I walked into the sun, meandering through tall golden grasses in the meadow below this man. Just as I walked into this life I looked up at him and he sent the feeling, the impression, that he is mine. It was the fullest love I have ever felt. It is maddening when others claim to know who you are and yet do not share the information. How can they possibly know me when I do not even know myself?
One thing is clear, I came for a reason, and ‘someones’ shifted time in a very bad accident to keep me here, alive, in these times.
I’ve been visited by Golden, guardian of the canine who have crossed over. He came to me when he was able to retrieve my murdered Sal, allowing us to play for a short time before they went. He came to me and attacked something that was in front of me. He presented a bunch of puppies, playing.
One of the first humans came to me, running through the forest, somersaulting, so agile! Some might refer to this one as a bigfoot. They also showed me their young, three little ones.
A very young female, in body, was wise beyond her appearance, obviously quite ancient. She presented herself in front of me. She wore the pelts of animals as clothing. I wondered why she would appear to me … who is she?
I’ve had people in astral ‘shadow’ help me maintain my composure when I got riled, as though they were trying to protect me.
I’ve had people in astral ‘light’ try to do me harm.
There are MANY experiences I have not listed here.
I’ve been aboard a craft on another world and saw a family on a mound in the center of the river, seemingly paralyzed. Creatures came and those on the craft began throwing out salt pellets, claiming they liked the salt. Which led me to think the family on the mound was some sort of sacrifice.
I’ve received many psychic threats and attacks, both verbally and physical. Human beings sometimes think that if they do certain magic spells, they’ll be rewarded with something of benefit. They keep trying, can’t say as I blame them … this seems to be the only way to gain for some. I’ve had to walk away from more than one actual person who did this …
Some day perhaps I’ll know as much about me as others seem to think they know. Although, I often ‘hear’ them saying, “She’s stronger than I thought she was” among other statements of error in ‘thinking’ concerning me.
Maybe they really do not know as much as they think they know, they’ve been in error so often.
CERN … the glorious gatekeepers to multiverse. They’ve been instructed to open portals, and this is exactly what they are doing.
You see, this IS the time of harvest for this planet. Some folks with go here, some there …. on one world and time-line or another.
Our attitudes are being observed right now, which is why it is important to deal with triggering memories and work on a shift in attitude to one of compassion, care and even love. There are quite a few who are not pleased with my attitude.
Someone mentioned that our self, and god, will be determining whether we go to one of the heavens or one of the other places. Of course I asked, who is god? To which I received no answer.
There are factions here who have been warring for millennia … the Holy War. The Jewish people know all about it, they’ve been in the middle of it for a very long time.
I had no idea about any of this as a non-religious person. Personally, I have only the history of this particular life, I have no knowledge of even my ancestry. I do not even know what time of day I was born, day or night. And yet others have this history in their lives which goes back millennia. It is difficult for me to understand.
And they (in the hidden realms) who are involved in this fiasco think they know who I am … a bit disturbing.
Perhaps someday I’ll know what all of this is about.
Often, others feel they know best what we need in order to expand, to grow, to learn. School systems “teach” the same to all students. Students conform to a script.
Expansion only really occurs if someone is living their personal life plan, flowing along their own path.
Now that I’m older and have reformatted my life according to my ideals, I learn according to my likes. I move into that which attracts me, with knowledge of the darker aspects of experience … already did that. I know what to avoid.
Wisdom. To share.
In order to grow into our inherent, natural born gifts, we must be brave and gently push into the recesses of our mind, bringing forth that which is beneficial, and sharing into the collective for expansion of the whole.
Even if folks aren’t aware or participating, all benefit in the collective from this share.
“I must pick up All the lost souls who wander this earth all who are alone all that are broken all that never really fit in I will gather them all And together we will find our home
-Athey Thompson
A little poem taken from poetry book written in Camberlay, UK.
This photo is of “Camberley Kate”, the lady who roamed the streets with her “stray dogs” cart and picked up all the abandoned. It is said that during her lifetime she rescued and gave a loving home to more than 600 stray dogs.
Today I honor this inspiring lady and her legacy, she dedicated her life to saving dogs, and being kind to all animals.
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