Brida
The spellbinding novel from one of the world's best-loved authors, Paulo Coelho, now in ebook.This is the story of Brida, a young Irish girl, and her quest for knowledge. She has long been interested in various aspects of magic, and has taken courses in astrology, tarot, and numerology, but is searching for something more. Her search leads her to people of great wisdom, who begin to teach her about the world.Her teachers sense that Brida has a gift, but cannot tell what that is. Meanwhile, Brida pursues her course ever deeper into the mysteries of life, seeking to answer questions about who she is. She meets a wise man who dwells in a forest, and teaches her about overcoming her fears and trusting in the goodness of the world, and a woman who teaches her how to dance to the music of the world, and how to pray to the moon. She seeks her destiny, as she struggles to find a balance between her relationships and her desire to become a witch.This enthralling novel incorporates themes fans of Paulo will love. It is a tale of love, passion, mystery and spirituality.
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Brida
Paulo Coelho
For N.D.L. who made the miracles happen,
for Christina, who is one of those miracles,
and for Brida
… what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbours, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’
Luke 15:8–9
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The old building was in the centre
She chose a fairly inexpensive restaurant
That night, she had a beautiful dream
Wicca continued to teach Brida
It was quite late on in the year
On Saturday morning, Lorens phoned
The following day, she phoned Wicca
Brida opened the eyes of her soul
Wicca noticed that some people
In my book The Diary of a Magus, I replaced two of the practices of RAM with exercises in perception learned in the days when I worked in drama. Although the results were, strictly speaking, the same, I received a severe reprimand from my Teacher. ‘There may well be quicker or easier methods – that doesn’t matter; what matters is that the Tradition remains unchanged,’ he said.
For this reason, the few rituals described in Brida are the same as those practised over the centuries by the Tradition of the Moon – a specific tradition that requires experience and practice. Practising such rituals without guidance is dangerous, inadvisable, unnecessary and can greatly hinder the Spiritual Search.
Paulo Coelho
We used to sit until late at night in a café in Lourdes. I was a pilgrim on the sacred Road of Rome and still had many more days to travel in search of my Gift. She was Brida O’Fern and was in charge of a certain stretch of that Road.
On one such night, I asked if she remembered having felt especially moved when she arrived at a particular abbey that forms part of the star-shaped trail followed by Initiates in the Pyrenees.
‘I’ve never been there,’ she replied.
I was surprised. She did, after all, have a Gift.
‘All roads lead to Rome,’ said Brida, using an old proverb to tell me that Gifts could be awoken anywhere. ‘I walked my Road to Rome in Ireland.’
During our subsequent meetings, she told me the story of her search. When she finished, I asked if, one day, I could write it down.
She agreed initially, but whenever we met after that, she kept raising obstacles. She asked me to change the names of those involved; she wanted to know what kind of people would read the book and how they would be likely to react.
‘I’ve no idea,’ I said. ‘But I don’t think that’s why you’re creating all these problems.’
‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘It’s because it seems to me such a personal story, and I’m not sure anyone else would get much out of it.’
That’s a risk we’re now going to take together, Brida. An anonymous text from the Tradition says that, in life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they’re doing. Then they find they’re hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.
Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.
Gardeners always recognise each other, because they know that in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole World.
The Author
August 1983–March 1984
‘I want to learn about magic,’ said the girl. The Magus looked at her. Faded jeans, T-shirt, the challenging look adopted by all shy people precisely when it’s least needed. ‘I must be twice her age,’ he thought. And despite this, he knew that he had met his Soulmate.
‘My name’s Brida,’ she went on. ‘Forgive me for not introducing myself. I’ve waited a long time for this moment and I’m more nervous than I thought I would be.’
