Ernesto, greetings. I think of you often. Some of us obviously surf the same wave on a vast ocean.
I realized quite recently that nothing I've studied or done in the last quarter of a century is of any use to me now. Nor what I know from the quarter of a century before that from an experience of a totalitarian regime. My clients who should be in charge of changing institutions are too scared to know anything about anything concerning the future. I thought I was prepared to be their guide when the time is coming. But that's not the case. All I can do is to be the void of possibilities in which they could feel the the glimps of resonance. When I red your recent substack article I remembered a Otto Scharmer´s story about a violoncellist who played a concert in the cathedral of Chartres. Halfway through the concert he realized the cathedral. And he heard her yelling at him ‘Get out of here, you have no business here if you can't play with me, you're only playing for yourself’. Maybe the whole journey, the same shelves of books we all have (Berry, Abram, Swimme, Assagioli, native cultures and nature and the list goes on and on) weren't ever ment for us to be storytellers of that story, but instead of it to become it as soon as we can... My heart sits around the fire in Patagonia. Alexandra
Your words arrived like an echo — not from the past, but from that shared field we inhabit when we stop trying to know, and simply begin to listen.
Yes — this new story is not one we tell. It’s one we become.
It doesn’t arise from mastery, but from surrender. Not from what we’ve studied or built, but from what we’ve let fall away. As you wrote so beautifully — being the void of possibilities may be the most courageous act of leadership left to us.
I too feel that the books you mention (and so many others), the ancestors, the forest, the desert — they were never meant to prepare us to explain the sacred, but to recognize when it begins to breathe through us.
And yes, it’s not emerging in our minds. It’s emerging through our spirits and our hearts.
This is the Cosmovision — a story not of domination or comprehension, but of interbeing. A story of Ayni, the Andean pulse of reciprocity. It’s not new, but it’s new to us because we are finally soft enough to feel it.
We are weaving an energy field of emergence. And it matters who shows up.
If you feel called, I would love for you to be part of this.
Dear Ernesto, thank you very much for your answer. I feel like I need to anchor myself in the last days. All that chaos and especially the atrocities that can always get worse above the imagionation. Looking for my place in the midst of it and letting what you wrote resonate within me, 2 things came to mind.
1… „Our human task now is to wake up and recognize ourselves as parts or aspects of God-as-Nature and behave accordingly. All are One, all harm harms each of us, all blessings bless each of us. What a guideline for choice! The ancients knew it and taught it. But God, through us, is trying out the most dangerous game of all -- the game of truly forgetting our nature. A great risk, but it had to be done to try all possibilities!... I pray the indigenous people who never separated science and spirituality will be honored for that. It is time for the true communion which alone can save our species and all others, which alone can bring about the perfectly possible world we all dream of -- a world expressing this understanding of ourselves as the creative edge of God!“
Elisabeth Sahtouris: Scientist´s Thouhts about Redefining of Our Concepts of God (1999)
2.During a shamanic journey a few years ago, a priestess of an Andean culture appeared to me. Her sanctuary was a spot on the side of the highest mountain, where she stood at dawn and sunset, wearing a gold and silver headdress, keeping her people in balance between the sun and the moon. She told me that she was a disembodied part of my soul, but that I could still make her to embody. She was everything I ever wanted to be and my heartbreak at the separation was indescribable.
And here is my question (and God bless Elisabeth Sahtouris, who did this thing very much in time in her life, I guess) – how about if God does play this – possibly final - game with us and through showing us simultaneously the beauty and horror of our choices what does it mean to be a living edge of God ...
Once more thanks. You simply write about the things which resonate.
Ahh! You have dropped another Pearl! Thank you!
Ernesto, greetings. I think of you often. Some of us obviously surf the same wave on a vast ocean.
I realized quite recently that nothing I've studied or done in the last quarter of a century is of any use to me now. Nor what I know from the quarter of a century before that from an experience of a totalitarian regime. My clients who should be in charge of changing institutions are too scared to know anything about anything concerning the future. I thought I was prepared to be their guide when the time is coming. But that's not the case. All I can do is to be the void of possibilities in which they could feel the the glimps of resonance. When I red your recent substack article I remembered a Otto Scharmer´s story about a violoncellist who played a concert in the cathedral of Chartres. Halfway through the concert he realized the cathedral. And he heard her yelling at him ‘Get out of here, you have no business here if you can't play with me, you're only playing for yourself’. Maybe the whole journey, the same shelves of books we all have (Berry, Abram, Swimme, Assagioli, native cultures and nature and the list goes on and on) weren't ever ment for us to be storytellers of that story, but instead of it to become it as soon as we can... My heart sits around the fire in Patagonia. Alexandra
Dear Alexandra,
Your words arrived like an echo — not from the past, but from that shared field we inhabit when we stop trying to know, and simply begin to listen.
Yes — this new story is not one we tell. It’s one we become.
It doesn’t arise from mastery, but from surrender. Not from what we’ve studied or built, but from what we’ve let fall away. As you wrote so beautifully — being the void of possibilities may be the most courageous act of leadership left to us.
I too feel that the books you mention (and so many others), the ancestors, the forest, the desert — they were never meant to prepare us to explain the sacred, but to recognize when it begins to breathe through us.
And yes, it’s not emerging in our minds. It’s emerging through our spirits and our hearts.
This is the Cosmovision — a story not of domination or comprehension, but of interbeing. A story of Ayni, the Andean pulse of reciprocity. It’s not new, but it’s new to us because we are finally soft enough to feel it.
We are weaving an energy field of emergence. And it matters who shows up.
If you feel called, I would love for you to be part of this.
Dear Ernesto, thank you very much for your answer. I feel like I need to anchor myself in the last days. All that chaos and especially the atrocities that can always get worse above the imagionation. Looking for my place in the midst of it and letting what you wrote resonate within me, 2 things came to mind.
1… „Our human task now is to wake up and recognize ourselves as parts or aspects of God-as-Nature and behave accordingly. All are One, all harm harms each of us, all blessings bless each of us. What a guideline for choice! The ancients knew it and taught it. But God, through us, is trying out the most dangerous game of all -- the game of truly forgetting our nature. A great risk, but it had to be done to try all possibilities!... I pray the indigenous people who never separated science and spirituality will be honored for that. It is time for the true communion which alone can save our species and all others, which alone can bring about the perfectly possible world we all dream of -- a world expressing this understanding of ourselves as the creative edge of God!“
Elisabeth Sahtouris: Scientist´s Thouhts about Redefining of Our Concepts of God (1999)
2.During a shamanic journey a few years ago, a priestess of an Andean culture appeared to me. Her sanctuary was a spot on the side of the highest mountain, where she stood at dawn and sunset, wearing a gold and silver headdress, keeping her people in balance between the sun and the moon. She told me that she was a disembodied part of my soul, but that I could still make her to embody. She was everything I ever wanted to be and my heartbreak at the separation was indescribable.
And here is my question (and God bless Elisabeth Sahtouris, who did this thing very much in time in her life, I guess) – how about if God does play this – possibly final - game with us and through showing us simultaneously the beauty and horror of our choices what does it mean to be a living edge of God ...
Once more thanks. You simply write about the things which resonate.
With deep respect. Take care. Alexandra
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Very wise.