Archive | April, 2014

Šest razlogov, zakaj nisem v »politiki«

23 Apr

1. Hočem biti močan!

Če kdo misli, da bi kot poslanec lahko vplival na vsakdanjo realnost, da bi dobil kanček moči za spreminjanje družbe na bolje, živi v iluziji. Politika samo sledi moči.

Dejanske moči ni v parlamentu. V parlamentu opazujejo sile, ki brbotajo v družbi ter tem silam (v njihovem interesu!) prikrojujejo zakonske akte, odredbe in pravilnike – skratka okvire družbe. Če že v družbi kot taki ni iger moči, parlament izgubi smisel.

Nosilci »oblasti« morajo biti brez hrbtenice – zato odločni, zavedni, etični ljudje ne ostanejo dolgo na položaju. Morajo se udinjati in ubogati, seveda za denar in slavo.

Če hočete izboljšati svet, se držite proč od parlamenta! Katerega koli parlamenta. Tam boste le eden od desetin, stotin »glasov«, statistična enota. Nadpovprečno plačana in privilegirana enota, res, a to je vse.

Moč bo med tem oblivala ljudi, ki si dopuščajo svobodo in neobremenjenost, ki presegajo toge, okorne formalizirane igrice, v katere je vpet svet.

2. Hočem ustvarjati!

V parlamentu ničesar ne ustvarjajo. Nobena tema, noben predlog za zakone in uredbe ne pride iz parlamenta. Vsi pridejo od zunaj, v parlamentu jih le opazijo, potem na dolgo razglabljajo o njih – vsaka stran kot agent svojih gospodarjev, najsi so gospodarji stvarne osebe ali le ideologije – in jih nazadnje sprejemajo.

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The best story ever told!

10 Apr

You are nothing more and nothing less than a story.

When I ask you to tell me who you are, you’ll start with your names, surnames, nicknames, your occupation and education, family background, nationality … you’ll borrow from wider stories to construct the small story of you.

You might feel proud of your nation, but ashamed of your family. You might feel confident in your hobbies, but constrained at your job. Or vice versa.

Your story might be a dry list of facts or a mesmerizing poetic river of emotions and magic. The more you repeat that story to yourself and others, the more you’ll identify with it. To change yourself all you have to do is to change the story you’re telling yourself. Individually and collectively.

Whole nations change that way. The whole world, actually.

If one person dreams alone, it remains a dream.
If many start dreaming together it is the beginning of a new reality.
– Dom Helder Pessoa Camara

I live in Slovenia; I was born in (former) Yugoslavia. When I think of what had triggered the change from communism to capitalism in the 90’s I come back to the story:

Some influential men started yelling around and convincing people that their new story was better than the one we’ve been repeating to ourselves for decades. After a while people started believing them, and now, two decades later, they identify with the new political entities they “belong” to: Slovenia and EU.

However, in the heads of many of us bonds to Balkan, to Yugoslavia remain strong. There are just too many stories that we share

People don’t understand their reality until it is expressed in a story. That’s the way our minds function. Let me describe this with a story about the reality of modern economy, a simple image that everyone can relate to and understand:

There was a young farmer. He was just about to put cow dung on his field of maze. It’s hard to say why he did what he did next, but that is what changed the future of humanity. He threw a lump of cow dung into the air with his pitchfork and to his amazement more cow dung fell down than what he’d thrown!

He did it again … and again … more cow dong kept falling down. In a couple of months he ended up with two piles of cow dung!

His neighbors saw this and started doing the same. After a while only a tiny part of cow dung found its way to the fields to fertilize the soil, as all farmers in the world became obsessed with throwing cow dung into the air. Cow dung became more important than yields, food, joy.

Our economy is just a lot of futile shit flying through the air, and more and more shit is being created this way. By some estimations 98-99% of all the world’s financial capital is locked up in speculative, money inflating schemes. What the concrete industry, farming, real-estate, transport etc. etc. manages with is the remaining 1-2%.

Money is shit. It needs to be “composted” and fed back to the real economy. Thus it can foster the mentality of enoughness, of sufficiency.

The question we should ask ourselves is not what would happen if 98% of money, that is currently uselessly “flying through the air”, suddenly landed and released for the use of real economy.

The question is what defines us, what we really need, what makes us human, what makes us joyous, what we deeply value and cherish – in other words: what is our story. Then only will we be competent to use the money to feed what really matters.

If we don’t have such a genuine story which connects us with the real universe and who we really are as individuals and communities, releasing the money will only feed the current story’s latent layers of power-mongering, destruction and misery.

As someone who has spent the last decade advising the entertainment industry on how best to extend big movie and videogame properties across an array of strange new media platforms, I’ve had to think about story from any number of perspectives. What I’m coming to understand is this: Story is more powerful than any weapon. More than warriors, storytellers have influenced the way we’ve evolved as a race.
Jeff Gomez, Tribeca Film Festival, May 2011

Today, it is not us, the people that define the story, it is the economical, political and media theater, where the global game of Monopoly, played by a small bunch of major players, has become such a blunt war of money-grabbing that it now threatens everything else alive. Who could blame them? They can’t step out of the power struggle, the story of possessiveness and greed, of accumulation of wealth no matter what, of being more cunning than all other outrageously powerful players.

Have you ever played Monopoly and got carried away? Especially when you were winning! You didn’t care about your friend’s misery (they took the game just as seriously as you did), all you cared about was hoarding and amassing … until you extracted the last penny from your fellow players.

When you enter a story, it becomes your world, your reality, your master. You’re not free anymore.

To free yourself you don’t need armed forces and revolutions. You need a darn good story. Revolution is no help if you have no story of your own to replace the old story that you rebelled against. You will end up enchanted by expert storytellers, be it grandmother or preacher style, or Hollywood or CNN style. Stories are the most powerful weapons.

Today the identities of families, communities and nations are diluted or dissipated because they have no story of their own. Their traditions were canceled by appeal to modernization. Many indigenous people preserve their ancient identity on a side track, as folklore, youth is embarrassed of their tribal, mythical stories (fairytales?), they are easily enchanted by glossy smart phones and metropolitan trumpery. Bring any child on Broadway and observe how the soul’s light disappears from their eyes, replaced by reflections of shiny billboards.

Do you want a new society?

Then turn of your computer, your TV, stop reading newspapers and even books. Go to your grandmother, your elders, sit down and listen. Ask them to tell you a story or two. Or twenty. Turn to your children and tell them those stories. Then ask them to tell you stories of their own, stories of a future they dream about. In the silence between words you might get a glimpse of who you really are.

It is possible to change our world. A different world is already coming to existence. On quiet days I can hear this new world breathing.
Arundhati Roy

There is no me without us. Relationships define us as biological ans spiritual beings. It is about stories, again. Intimacy is about allowing a stranger’s story into your story and, conversely, entrusting intimately your story to the stranger. That builds the bond that feeds our heart and soul. That creates community.

If stories only succeed when we consent to suspend disbelief, relationships require of us something similar: the ability to let go of our own worldview long enough to be intrigued and moved by someone else’s.
Kathryn Schulz

You’ve read and heard and watched, oh, so many stories in your life, I am sure of that. Some had just as promising titles as this one, but they left you disappointed. Others seemed inconspicuous at first, but they transformed your entire life.

This little article is definitely not the best story ever told. It’s merely a teaser, written in a hope that it might trigger powerful stories to emerge from your hearts – both individually and collectively.

The best story ever told” is your story! It is the story you need to tell your dearmost, and they to you. It is the story you need to tell yourself. That story is you. That’s why it is the most important story ever told.

Pravi obraz večnosti

5 Apr

Kaj je hladna neminljivost
proti poljubu s figovim cvetom?

Z vodo nabiti sočni oblaki
ne verjamejo mokrim mačicam
prizemljenim, regratovim,
ne pustijo se motiti in
lebdijo, lebdijo, lebdijo.
Nihče ne gleda, kako
se razkadijo, zbledijo, izpuhtijo,
kako umrejo.
Ali sploh živijo?

Mačice pa čakajo in se sušijo.
Gledajo ljudi, kako oponašajo
nasmeh, drevo, opeke, votlino,
kako mrtvi med predmeti visijo,
kako pozabljajo, da v večnost so
z rojstvom in smrtjo speti,
s semenom odvrženim blagoslovljeni,
delavni ali leni, da so le razmnoženi!

Ljubiti figo je ljubiti dušo,
sneti se s kljuke ROSTFRAJA,
zliti se s srcem mačice
in prijeti vajeti teh temnih
puhov na nebu.

Kje ste, junaki?

4 Apr

Pred današnjo delavnico junakovega popotovanja pokam po šivih od vsakovrstnih občutkov. Na vrhu pa se kot debela plast maščobe svetlika oči parajoče dejstvo, da smo brez junakov le razprodane duše, razcapane kurbe, do katerih vsi, vključno z nami samimi, čutijo le pomilovanje. Kjer je še ostalo kaj srca v prsih in vsebine v drobovju, da bi sploh zmoglo kaj čutiti.

Prvi test vsakega junaka je, ali zmore prisluhniti notranjemu klicu in zbrati pogum, da mu sledi. Vsak klic ima namreč »varuha« in ta ne spusti naprej strahopetca, ki mu vsak najmanjši izgovor pride prav, da se ustavi in (iskreno) opraviči, ker mu zunanje (ali notranje) okoliščine ne dopuščajo storiti koraka naprej.

In ko jim kdo to pove, vzkliknejo: »Ja, ampak …« – in podajo dodatno utemeljitev svoji odločitvi, recimo tej, da ne pridejo na delavnico.

Ko 9 od 22 prijavljenih v zadnjih dneh pred delavnico odpove udeležbo, vem, da nekaj ne štima …

Kot samokritična in introspektivna oseba se najprej zazrem vase, pozoren na vse lastne izgovore. 110€ za fenomenalno delavnico vključno z nočitvami, odlično hrano in vsemi materiali pa ja ni predrago, ali pač? Sem slabo oglaševal? Je premalo pravih ljudi izvedelo za delavnico? Sem premalo jasen, čemu se posvečamo na delavnici? Ali premalo dajem? Bi moral sprejeti 40 prijav, da bi jih nazadnje prišlo 20? Gotovo je v vsem tem del razloga.

V vsakem primeru je delček razloga gotovo tudi ta, da nisem zahteval predplačila. A kako iskati predplačilo od junakov? To bi bil že prvi poraz, saj mora junak slišati notranji klic in mu slediti – do konca! Če se brez finančnega pritiska niti ne pojavi na štartu, potem takega »junaka« niti ne želim v naši druščini, ki se pogumno odpravlja na pustolovščino!

90% junakovega uspeha je v tem, da se pojavi na štartu.

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