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Awakening: the power of love

“The cultural transformation from the love of power to the power of love is the drama of our time.”

Waking the Global Heart: Humanity’s Rite of Passage from the Love of Power to the Power of Love, Anodea Judith

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Creative Life Stories

A comet of fate (‘Connected’)

Mikhail could see the sea in the horizon. Darkness surrounded it. Street and appartment lights broke it. The air was cold, his bare feet could feel the humidity of the stone floor of the terrace. His curly undulating, light brown hair waving in the breeze. His hands gripped the black metal of the fence. His eyes looking far, farer than the horizon, towards one single point he only could see, he only could feel. Mikhail gripped tighter the fence with both hands. He pulled himself up over the fence to the edge of the terrace. He looked again at that single point far, far away. His eyes brigthen. He loosed his hands, smiled and jumped…

Mikhail Bolgevich died of an unnatural cause, suicide. This could have been another person jumping and killing himself if it wouldn’t be for what it was found on the floor of the living room, next to the sofa. It was a small plain black Moleskine notebook written in blue, red and black from the first page to the last. On the first page written: “In case of loss, please return to Mikhail Bolgevich, miguelbolgevich@gmail.com. As a reward of $: 5000”. On the second, “This is the story of a comet of fate”. In this notebook, Mikhail have written the story of the comet that came into his life. She opened to him a shining darkness of the meaning of life. It was because of this comet that he jumped from a 7th floor, giving to himself a new life.

Time is relative. We all have felt those moments when clock hours seem like minutes, and those other when clock minutes seem like days. But fewer of us have felt those exceptional moments when time is eternal and brief simultaneously. It is in those paradoxical times when magical things happen. Thirty something years passed in Mikhail Bolgevich life, but to him they went by without much to tell. He said once that all those years he had been a hedgehog rolled into himself, just showing his soft but spiky spines to the world. The last six months of his life were longer and shorter than all those years. All started when he opened himself to the world and let it rain on him for anything to happen. And something happened.

He saw her for the first time in Moscow. It was in one of many talks he had given all around the world about his book “Connected”. In the clearing of the shadows of his hedgehog life he had written it inspired by the gradual awakening around the world. Prove of this awakening was the quick success it had everywhere. The premise of the book was that the Internet was facilitating the emergence of the part of our human nature that craves sharing and emotional connection over accumulation and materialism. Connected people were already sharing emotions and making a difference in theirs and other people’s lives. Mikhail’s book showed how it was happening, but it also warned of its dangers. It sold by the hundreds of thousands. It was downloaded in its free format by millions.

During the talk, she was sitting in the front row. Smiling, her blue eyes looking attentively Mikhail’s while he talked. He couldn’t ignore her penetrating stare. He succumbed to it.

While I was talking an immense silence fell between her and me. I was aware that my lips were moving and even of the meaning of the words I was saying, but I couldn’t hear any sound. It was like a tunnel had emerged between my eyes and hers, and that tunnel was muffling the reality outside of it.

In ‘Connected’ Mikhail explained how emotions could be expressed on the Internet through the means of words, music, images or video. The Net had created a new sphere in human life, a space where individuals could connect in many different ways by expressing their feelings and talents, sharing their emotions. “Thanks to this new emotional space, and contrary to what we were saying in the early times of this technology,” he said in his book, “physical encounters have become more frequent, more intense and more meaningful than before.” His talk in Moscow was about this emerging emotional space.

“I started ‘Connected’ from my own experience and ended it sharing the experiences of thousands of people. The making of this book is in itself a proof of concept of the amazing transformation we are not only witnessing, but also living. For the first time in history, we are all part of change…” The sound of ‘…nge’ resonated in the room, silence fell and the clapping of the public gave the ending note to the talk.

Mikhail stood up to arrange his Macbook Air, he only had time to close the lid. A few people had already time to get to the speakers’ table. She did too. Waiting in line for her turn, Mikhail could see her touching her dark blonde hair, smiling, her eyes still on him. ‘This emotional space could be short-lived, just something brief based on the consumption of emotions, what would you say?’, a thin young man face staring Mikhail’s, waiting for his “wise words”, ‘Could be, but then, what’s brevity? there is always something that remains of everything. Even if the intensity goes away, a new way of relating to each other has already opened to our eyes, minds and hearts. As for the consumption, yes there might be some of it, but not all, there is a sincere avidity for emotional connection beyond hedonistic consumption.’ The reply seemed to satisfy the young Moscuvite, or perhaps he just wanted an excuse to approach and talk to the author of the book, one or the other he said thank you, good bye and left with a timid smile.

‘Mikhail, I was wondering whether the origins of this book lie on your own need to connect to people. You seem to me a person who likes to feel close to people, and I’m not referring only to physical closeness.’

‘Wow’, this is the only word that came out of my mouth. ‘Who is she?’ I thought. ‘Why do you say that I like to feel close to people?’ I finally said. ‘Well, for once you are standing just two centimeters from me, and it’s not me who moved when I was talking to you. Also, while you were talking you touched several times Sam [note: my editor in Russia] and, finally, your grey (slash) blue eyes say it out loud.’

[audio:http://www.aribo.eu/wp-content/audio/brokenplaces.mp3]
soundtrack #1 of this story

(To be continued…)

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Network World

Shame on them…

This video shows a group of Catalan policemen infiltrated among the demonstrators protesting against the cuts the political parties were voting in the Catalan parliament yesterday 15/06/2011. According to many sources these people were the source of the first violence against the police, which gave way to the police to act against the demonstrators. These seem to be a premeditated strategy to delegitimize these protest movements.

As a friend of mine was saying yesterday while having dinner, what politicians should do is to listen, and not complaining about “how undemocratic” these demonstations are. Unfortunately, they are not listening, instead they are accomplices of cover actions against their own people. Shame on them…

…and if you read Spanish “Estrategias del poder para desprestigiar movimientos sociales: el caso #parlamentcamp”