! SAVE OUR ubuntu


In Brazilian territory, there are almost one hundred years ago, was born the daughter of Dileta Orixás, the Umbanda. Today many to know, it has spread, grew, multiplied itself ...

The message of caboclos and black-old has expanded, reaching the hearts of those who sit silently listening to their stories. Points resound sung by all sides and the candles glow the color of the night in simple and warm terraces around the outside Brazil to ...

But few are those who know the real history of Umbanda. Few understood or saw the flowering of this beautiful flower ... Perhaps, not because they were never interested, but only by the simple way the Umbanda flourished.

The great souls of this world and only passed on anonymity. Without fanfare, without fame, without crowds to follow them. Men and women, who silently worked for a whole life, leading the banner of spirituality and the divine within the chest, spreading and spreading awareness high.

Faces that are mixed in the crowd, but for which were passed in light of similar life. Sons of high, kind as the spring, always doing well and leading to the four corners of the universe. People awaken to the spirit Crístico ...

The nascedouro of Umbanda are combination with these great souls. Some living on the side of the invisible life, others working in this field, but, in light of Hopefully together. Is it the Umbanda, the Umbanda was made for them.

Those souls who have never charged for charity, not even expect anything, but we always sorrirão of contentment close to power and help shed some light on the next. These small-minded giant, the fight against intolerance and prejudice. These simple "horses" which renega to anyone, but to give every opportunity to express themselves. This beautiful army of
"Guidelines", "Antonio", "Joãos" and "Marias" ...

The Umbanda was done well. The Umbanda is well! They loved caboclos and black-old, those beloved "Daddy" and "Mama", always to take forward the dream of Umbanda, as are the flowers of winter, rare flowers. Solitary sprout in the cold of time, become stronger with the storms. Not all people see them, few are as familiar, but there is something in them. A Presence, a Blessing, a Luz. ..

vovo maria conga


Seated on a stump of wood in the yard had, once, some facts of his life in Brazilian land.

He began saying that just the fact that we can live with our children is a great gift. At that time the blacks were intended, among other things, to procreate, to generate children who were removed too early, even before they are weaned. Other black fed their causes, as well as many other "baby" were fed by Mother Conga. Almost all women have become slaves to mothers; took care of the children who came to the ranch, praying for their own children also find inspiration where they were.

The Africans Orishas, played key role this season. Various African nations before that war, were forced to unite in defense of race and all the deities went to work for all black people. The mothers took note of the fate of their children through the messages of deities. They were asked offerings in difficult times and that was all they resorted to allay the pain.

Maria Conga had to use some of "mirongas" to stop being a breeding, and thus, the fact still be a strong woman, left her the planting of sugarcane. The collection was always a reason for a lot of work and getting the kind of tumult place. While women cut the cane, children, in full uproar, arrange the bales so that men shippers to the location indicated by the foreman. It was one of those occasions that Mary Conga learned that one of their children, away when it knew walk and talk, was strong man, working on a farm nearby.

His heart transhipment of joy and nothing could deter it from idea to review it. Then went to escape the farm, running from sun to sun, to admire the beauty of that strong black. In early times had no means to talk to him, but the deities heard his prayer and hastened so that the two would embrace it and the tears pour out for so long. It seemed to her that they had never been away, because the love kept together by all the time.

One afternoon, almost in the slave quarters, the black was discovered. He caught a lot, but failed to escape again to find his son. Once again the whites got on the flight, and how she still wanted a third time to conclude the matter resolved: burned his right leg, slightly above the cinnamon, so that she could no longer run.

Unable to see the child, with less ability to work, the Conga Vó Mary went on to care for black children and their patients. His heart was filled with sadness to learn that his son had been killed while trying to flee to see her.
His life has changed. From cheerful and loquacious has become very serious, caring than falavaaté same with other blacks. For children had histories of kings blacks in black land, where there was no other honorable. Wise, experienced and quiet, Grandma Mary Conga disembodied.

With tears in her soul she ended up counting. He said he only felt a measure of love after his death. His son hoped to be smiling, which was guardian of the mother all the time in which awaited his return to the world of spirits.

Olá Rainbowarrior, partilho contigo este video. Beijos luz

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Olá, passei para desejar um fim de semana muito iluminado. Um abraço luz

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