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Pink and white petals emerge out of the wooden branches of the almond tree. Again. Just like last spring. Generations of blossom on the old almond tree. II So it is that we emerge - you and I, and all of our friends and enemies - generations of us - out of the branches of eternity. III Together we live. Together we die. Some of us smell so sweet. Some, quite frankly, disgustingly. Without sweetness, no disgusting. Without disgusting, no sweetness. Opinions fall to the ground like petals in the wind. Less and less can be said. IV Together we emerge out of eternity - generation upon generation - improbably, miraculously - like petals out of wood. * Mark Josephs, "Mark the Mystic Activist", Aragon, Spain, Spring 2025 Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project. His stories and poems attempt to capture something of the mood of "intimacy with existence" at the heart of every Conscious Tribe. www.tribusconscientes.com CONSCIOUS TRIBES Seeds of New Local Communities

Pétalos rosas y blancos emergen de las ramas de madera del almendro. Otra vez. Como la primavera pasada. Generaciones de flores en el viejo almendro. II Así es que emergemos - tú y yo y todos nuestros amigos y enemigos - generaciones de nosotros - de la eternidad. III Juntos - como racimos en la rama - juntos irradiamos. Juntos morimos. Algunos olemos tan dulce. Otros, francamente, asqueroso. Sin dulzura, ningún asco. Sin asco, ninguna dulzura. Las opiniones caen al suelo como pétalos al viento. Cada vez menos que decir. IV Juntos emergemos de la eternidad - generación tras generación - improbablemente, milagrosamente - como pétalos de la madera. * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de cada Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

La cuestión no es si eres vegan@, o vegetarian@, o si comes carne. La cuestión no es si hay dos géneros, o tres, o mil. La cuestión no es si fumas tabaco o hierba, o no, o si te drogas o bebes demasiado, o no. La cuestión no es si estás a favor o en contra de la IA. La cuestión no es si eres del partido derecho o izquierdo, o si no tomas partido. La cuestión no es si eres religios@ o espiritual, o un materialista ateo. La cuestión no es si vives en la ciudad y trabajas para una multinacional despiadada, o si vives en la naturaleza y cultivas puerros en una comunidad auto-suficiente. II La cuestión es cómo crees lo que crees. Y cómo vives lo que vives. Y cómo te relacionas con la gente que no cree lo que tú crees. Y cómo te relacionas con la gente que no vive como tú vives. III La cuestión es si tu corazón ve que cada un@ está en su camino, que cada un@ tiene su historia - que cada un@ tiene sus razones. La cuestión es si tu corazón ve que todo el mundo es un universo. La cuestión es cuán cariñosamente te miras a ti mism@, a l@s demás, y al mundo. La cuestión es si tu corazón ve que tod@s estamos aprendiendo - que tod@s lo hacen lo mejor que pueden, que todo el mundo puede hacerlo mejor - que todo el mundo es perfecto, y que la perfección no existe. IV La cuestión es cómo viajamos del nacimiento a la muerte a través del gran misterio de la existencia - si podemos dejarnos ayudar, cuidar, ver y amar - si nos endurecemos ante l@s demás y nos aislamos y separamos - o si podemos abrirnos a nuestra convivencia, nuestra unidad. V Inténtalo. Concéntrate en el cómo . Pruébalo con tu familia y tus amig@s. Esta es mi predicción: cuando tod@s os concentréis en el cómo vuestras individualidades encontrarán formas inesperadas y cariñosas de co-existir. VI Así es como creamos nuevas sociedades. No concentrándonos en qué creemos, ni siquiera en qué hacemos. sino concentrándonos en cómo nos relacionamos entre nosotr@s, y con todo. Porque concentrarnos en el cómo nos cambia. Esta es mi opinión. * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de una Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

The point is not whether you´re vegan, or veggie, or eat meat. The point is not whether there are two genders, or three, or a thousand. The point is not whether you smoke tobacco or weed, or don´t, or do drugs or drink too much, or don´t. The point is not whether you´re for AI, or against it. The point is not whether you´re right wing, or left wing, or have no wings at all. The point is not whether you´re religious or spiritual, or an atheist materialist. The point is not whether you live in the city and work for a heartless multinational, or live in nature and grow leeks in a self-sufficient community. II The point is how you believe what you believe. And how you live what you´re living. And how you relate to people who don´t believe what you believe. And how you relate to people who don´t live the way you live. III The point is whether your heart sees everyone is on their path, that everyone has their story - that everyone has their reasons. The point is whether your heart sees everyone is a universe. The point is how gently you look upon yourself, and others, and the world. The point is whether your heart sees we are all learning - that everyone is doing their best, that everyone could do better - that everyone is perfect, and that perfection doesn´t exist. IV The point is how we travel from birth to death through the great mystery of existence - whether we can let ourselves be helped, and cared-for, and seen, and loved - whether we harden ourselves to others, and isolate and separate - or whether we can open to our togetherness, our oneness. V Try it. Focus on the how . Try it with your family and friends. This is my prediction: as you all focus on the how your individualities will find unexpected and kind ways to co-exist. VI This is the way we create new societies. Not by focusing on what we believe, or even on what we do - but by focusing on how we relate to each other, and to it all. Because focusing on the how changes us. That is my opinion. * Mark Josephs, "Mark the Mystic Activist", Aragon, Spain, Spring 2025 Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project. His stories and poems attempt to capture something of the mood of "intimacy with existence" at the heart of a Conscious Tribe. www.tribusconscientes.com CONSCIOUS TRIBES Seeds of New Local Communities

“ Los cientos de miles de Experiencias Cercanas a la Muerte que se reportan en todo el mundo - por personas de todas las culturas y creencias - aunque tengan diferencias y puntos en común, lo dejan indiscutiblemente claro que ALGO nos espera al otro lado de lo que llamamos muerte.” K.O., Investigador de Experiencias Cercanas a la Muerte “ Los cientos de miles de Experiencias de Vida que se reportan en todo el mundo - por personas de todas las culturas y creencias - aunque tengan diferencias y puntos en común – lo dejan indiscutiblemente claro que todos estamos experimentando ALGO que llamamos vida.” O.K., Investigador de Experiencias de Vida I He estado imaginando cómo me gustaría morir. No me refiero a si de cáncer, de un accidente de coche, o en un sofá una tarde soleada. Me refiero a si con o sin expectativas, con o sin conceptos - si agitado o relajado - si aterrorizado, o vacío como un Budista. II Y me he estado preguntando cómo Le gustaría al Gran Desconocido que muriera. Si Le gustaría que Le tuviera miedo. Lo sé, si yo fuera Él, no me gustaría. Aunque lo entendería, por supuesto. III Si yo fuera Él - ¿cómo imagino que me gustaría que Mark muriera? Imagino que Le gustaría verme caer en los brazos de la muerte como un amante. Imagino que Le gustaría contemplar labios húmedos, una sonrisa blanda, una sensualidad confiada, una exhalación plena y ojos nebulosos, rendidos. IV Y si imagino que semejante caída Le agradaría entonces - ¿qué imagino que Le agradaría ahora? ¿Cómo imagino que Le gustaría verme caer ahora, mientras vivo -dentro del momento irrepetible? V ¡¡¡Pero al diablo con lo que quiere El Gran Desconocido!!! ¡¿Y yo qué?! ¿Qué quiero yo? VI Quiero vivir en una vulnerabilidad audaz - cara a cara con mi vida - admitiendo que hay demasiadas estrellas para contar, demasiadas nubes, demasiados pájaros e insectos, demasiadas semillas y piedras. Así que aquí estoy, desnudo - desvestido de todos los “ismos” - en el lugar donde acaban las palabras. Y lo admito: ya estoy dentro del Gran Desconocido. Así que cierro los ojos suavemente. Y caigo. Siento Sus brazos rodeándome - rodeando todo lo que soy: rodeando mis auto-juicios, mis inseguridades, mis pretensiones - mi humanidad perfecta, atontada, sagrada. Sonrío. Estoy lleno de placer - mis labios y mis ojos tan húmedos. * Como arriba, así abajo. Como en la muerte, así en la vida. * (Quizá quieras relacionar este poema con el post anterior - la meditación guiada titulada “El abrazo de Lo Desconocido”.) * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de una Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES  Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

“ The hundreds of thousands of Near Death Experiences being reported all around the world – by people of all cultures and beliefs – although they have both differences and commonalities, make it undisputably clear that SOMETHING awaits us on the other side of what we call death.” K.O, Near Death Experience Researcher “ The hundreds of thousands of Life Experiences being reported all around the world – by people of all cultures and beliefs – although they have both differences and commonalities, make it undisputably clear that we are all experiencing SOMETHING we call life.” O.K., Life Experience Researcher I I´ve been imagining how I´d like to die. I don´t mean whether by cancer or car accident, or on a sofa on a sunny afternoon. I mean whether with or without expectations, with or without concepts - whether flustered or relaxed - whether terrified, or as empty as a Buddhist. II And I´ve been wondering how The Great Unknown would like me to die. Whether It would like me to be frightened of It. I know, if I was It, I wouldn´t. Though I´d understand - of course I would. III If I was It - how do I imagine I´d like me to die? I imagine I would like to see me fall into the arms of my death like a lover. I imagine I would like to behold moist lips, a soft smile, a trusting sensuality, a full exhalation, and misty, surrendered eyes. IV And if I imagine that such a falling would please It then - what do I imagine would please It now? How do I imagine It would like to see me falling now, while living - into the irrepeatable moment? V But to hell with what The Great Unknown would like!!! What about me?! What do I want? VI I want to live in fearless vulnerability - face to face with my life - admitting there are too many stars to count, too many clouds, too many birds and insects, too many seeds and stones. So here I stand, naked - stripped of all “isms” - at the place where words end. And I admit it: I´m already inside The Great Unknown. So I close my eyes softly. And I fall. I feel Its arms around me - around all of me: around my self-judgements, my insecurities, my pretensions - my perfect, foolish, sacred humanity. I smile. I am full of pleasure - my lips and eyes so moist. * As above, so below. As in death, so in life. * (You might like to relate this poem to the previous post – the guided meditation entitled “The Embrace of the Unknown”.)       *                                      Mark Josephs, "Mark the Mystic Activist", Aragon, Spain, Spring 2025 Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project. His stories and poems attempt to capture something of the mood of "intimacy with existence" at the heart of a Conscious Tribe. www.tribusconscientes.com CONSCIOUS TRIBES Seeds of New Local Communitie s

Después del audio previo "El Proyecto Tribus Conscientes Explicado En Cinco Minutos" ( https://www.tribusconscientes.com/post/el-proyecto-tribus-conscientes-explicado-en-5-minutos ) Aquí hay una entrevista de una hora, en la que amplío lo que digo en el audio de cinco minutos: https://gaya.vision/w/jCYpkv3eTHrjU8dGUA7G8P Es la primera entrevista de un proyecto nuevo: "Tierra y Humanidad" ALIANZA de humanos conscientes de su condición y esencia, y NEXO a iniciativas, proyectos, entidades y comunidades. Web: www.tierrayhumanidad.net Telegram: t.me/tierrayhumanidad (proyecto, web y tv en construcción) * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus artículos, relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de una Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES  Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

I Todo fluye hacia todo: nuestro aliento hacia el cielo, nuestra orina hacia los océanos, nuestra vista hacia el verdor de las colinas, nuestro oído hacia la canción de la noche. Todo es tremendo, trémulo, indescriptible - sin embargo, nos hemos vuelto aburridos, y habladores, y demasiado familiares. II Ahora mismo, en la oficina, en el supermercado, en casa - estamos dentro de la salvaje tormenta de lo desconocido - refugiándonos en teorías endebles, agitando hojas de papel - ¡como si la tormenta supiera leer! Pisar afuera - y entrar en el cielo arremolinado de vida y muerte - y saber que somos eso mismo: este es nuestro derecho de nacimiento oculto - este es nuestro tamaño real - esta es nuestra alegría perdida. Pero aquí estamos, tú y yo, ambos nacidos del vientre materno, de la tierra y las estaciones - ambos comiendo, defecando, copulando, junto a los insectos, los pájaros y los peces - ambos tejidos de las generaciones, ambos tejidos en el tiempo - aquí estamos - escondiéndonos el uno del otro. Casi cada noche nos puedes encontrar en nuestras casas - tú en la tuya, yo en la mía - cocinando, fregando, al ordenador, cómodos, contentos con nuestras sillas, armarios y cuadros en las paredes, interruptores y grifos - mirando el mar en una pantalla - ignorando que la misma sangre corre por cada vena viviente - ajenos a nuestra unidad salvaje, ajenos a nuestro amor indómito. III ¿No es indignante y exasperante que a todos no nos importen todos? ¿No es indignante y exasperante que así como nos hicieron, así hacemos ahora a los nuestros? ¿Cuándo sería el momento adecuado de salir, y desnudarnos, y tomar a los niños de la mano, y adentrarnos en la tremenda tormenta, y bailar y gritar? * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus artículos, relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de una Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES  Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

I Everything flows into everything: our breath into the sky, our urine into the oceans, our sight into the greenness of the hills, our hearing into the song of the night. Everything is tremendous, tremulous, beyond speaking - yet we have become dull, and chatty, and over familiar. II Right now, at the office, in the supermarket, at home - we stand in the wild storm of the unknown - sheltering in flimsy theories - waving pieces of paper - as if the storm could read! To step outside - into the living-dying, swirling sky - and know we are it: this is our obscured birthright - this is our full size - this is our lost joy. But here we are, you and I, both of us born of the womb, of the soil and the seasons - both of us eating, shitting and sexing, along with the insects and the birds and the fish - both of us woven of the generations, both of us woven in time - here we are - hiding from each other. Most evenings you can find us in our houses - you in yours, me in mine - cooking, washing up, on the computer, content with our chairs and cupboards and pictures on the walls, and switches and taps - watching the weather on a screen - unaware the same blood runs in every living vein - lost to our wild oneness, lost to our untamed love. III Is it not outrageous and infuriating that we don´t all care for everyone? Is it not outrageous and infuriating that as was done to us, we now do to our own? When would be the right time to step outside, and strip off, and take the children by the hand, and step into the tremendous storm, and dance and scream? * Mark Josephs, "Mark the Mystic Activist", Aragon, Spain, Spring 2025 Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project. His articles, stories and poems attempt to capture something of the mood of "intimacy with existence" at the heart of a Conscious Tribe. www.tribusconscientes.com CONSCIOUS TRIBES Seeds of New Local Communities

Once upon a time the commoners were outraged. Up in the palace the royal family dined on oxen and gravy, while in the streets below children fought for crusts. “We demand change!” the commoners shouted righteously, vigorously – as they marched up and down outside the palace gates. The king himself appeared on the palace balcony. “I shall design a new national flag!” he announced, triumphantly. “Hoorah! Hoorah!” the people cheered. As they had cheered before, once upon a time, even longer ago - and as they would cheer, many a time to come. II Once upon a time to come in a city of metal and glass, where the streets were lined with identical, sparkling trees - people had enough to eat. In fact, people had more than enough. They would stuff themselves on the lastest modified delicacies - spaghetti that could dance, anti-aging larvae, and the extremely popular, aphrodisiac chicken. However - despite such an entertaining and streamlined life, and even though the vomit from the previous night´s feasting would always be washed away by the cyber-cleaners by dawn - all was not well in the city of sparkles and lust. People were struggling to love their plastic pets, there was opposition to new laws legalising marriage to robots - and rebels were gathering outside the disinfected city - scandalously planting unmodified seeds with naked hands directly into the mucky, muddy, wild earth. Then one day, in direct defiance of the City Health Decree to never open one´s mouth and exhale in public, the rebels strode out boldly in front of the city government offices... “We are dying of lack of moonlight!” they wailed, “We are dying of lack of birds and trees and silence! We are dying of distance from each other!” The First Minister´s response was vicious and quick. He broadcast a message on all the city screens: “I proclaim this coming month A Month of Festivities” he declared exuberantly, gloriously - “with fireworks every night - for Robobabe is to be my bride!” “Hoorah! Hoorah!” cheered the robots. “Hoorah, Hoorah!” cheered the people. As they had cheered before, once upon a time, a long time ago, and even longer ago - and as they would cheer again, many, many times to come. * Mark Josephs, "Mark the Mystic Activist", Aragon, Spain, Spring 2025 Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project. His articles, stories and poems attempt to capture something of the mood of "intimacy with existence" at the heart of a Conscious Tribe. www.tribusconscientes.com CONSCIOUS TRIBES Seeds of New Local Communities

Había una vez que los plebeyos estaban indignados. Arriba, en el palacio, la familia real cenaba bueyes con salsa, mientras que, abajo, en las calles, los niños se peleaban por las migajas. "¡Exigimos un cambio!", gritaban los plebeyos con justicia y vigor, mientras marchaban de un lado a otro frente a las puertas del palacio. El propio rey apareció en el balcón del palacio. "¡Diseñaré una nueva bandera nacional!", anunció triunfalmente. ¡Hurra! ¡Hurra!", vitoreó la gente. Como habían vitoreado antes, había una vez, mucho antes - y como vitorearían, muchas veces por venir. II Había una vez por venir en una ciudad de metal y cristal, donde las calles estaban bordeadas de árboles idénticos, brillantes - la gente tenía suficiente para comer. De hecho, la gente tenía más que suficiente. Se atiborraban de las últimas delicias modificadas - espaguetis que bailaban, larvas anti-envejecimiento, y el popularísimo pollo afrodisíaco. Sin embargo - a pesar de una vida tan entretenida y pulida, y aunque el vómito de los festines de la noche anterior siempre era lavado de las calles por los ciber-limpiadores al amanecer - no todo iba bien en la ciudad de brillo y lujuria. La gente luchaba por amar a sus mascotas de plástico, había oposición a las nuevas leyes legalizando el matrimonio con robots - y los rebeldes se congregaban en las afueras de la ciudad desinfectada - plantando escandalosamente semillas no-modificadas con las manos desnudas directamente en la tierra fangosa, lodosa, salvaje. Hasta un día, desafiando abiertamente el Decreto de Salud Municipal que prohibía abrir la boca y exhalar en público, los rebeldes marcharon con paso decidido frente a las oficinas del gobierno municipal... "¡Nos estamos muriendo de falta de luz de luna!" se lamentaron”, “¡Nos estamos muriendo de falta de pájaros, árboles y silencio!”, “¡Nos estamos muriendo de la distancia unos de otros!” La respuesta del Primer Ministro fue rápida y brutal. Emitió un mensaje en todas las pantallas de la ciudad: “Proclamo este mes que viene Un Mes de Festividades”, declaró con exuberancia y gloria - “con fuegos artificiales todas las noches, ¡porque Robobabe va a ser mi esposa!” ¡Hurra! ¡Hurra!”, vitorearon los robots. ¡Hurra, hurra!, vitoreó la gente. Como habían vitoreado antes, había una vez, hacía mucho tiempo, y hacía aún más tiempo - y como volverían a vitorear, muchas, muchas veces por venir. * Mark Josephs, "Mark el Activista Místico", Aragón, España, Primavera 2025 Mark guía el Proyecto Tribus Conscientes. Sus artículos, relatos y poemas intentan captar algo del ambente de "intimidad con la existencia" en el corazón de una Tribu Consciente. www.tribusconscientes.com TRIBUS CONSCIENTES  Semillas de Nuevas Comunidades Locales

“Peace By T-Shirts” (An Idea For An Unconventional Peace Movement) Everything begins with an idea. Ideas then take shape. An easy example would be an invention. But there are also more subtle ideas – ideas that shape the way we relate. “We are all equal”, for example, is an idea that contributed to ending overt slavery, to women´s suffrage, and so on. What you are about to read is an extremely powerful idea. It is this: to start an unconventional peace movement called “Peace By T-Shirts”. Let me explain it in a story... And before I begin, let me set the tone by reminding us that we once said “don´t be ridiculous – people will never stop buying and selling slaves!”, and “don´t be ridiculous - people will never stop burning witches alive!” And that we were wrong. We still say “don´t be ridiculous – people will never stop fighting wars!” But, as Nelson Mandela said “it always seems impossible until it´s done”! So here, in story form, with a touch of humour, is the idea.. * “Overcome by The Obvious" (A Political Fairy Tale) I How it happened, nobody knows... Was it due to some secret, government, sub-sonar, thought-implantation technology? Was it due to extraterrestrial intervention? Or divine intervention? Or was it simply the outcome of the natural evolution of the collective human psyche? Nobody knows... However, once upon a time, in the near future... Something flew above the cities, towns and villages of Israel, Gaza, Palestine, Syria, Lebanon, Egypt and Jordan. And everywhere it went it somehow sensed the presence of every Mother of Dignity as she slept. And everywhere it went it emitted some sort of vibration, or radiation, or mantra, or spell upon the forehead of every Mother of Dignity. II The Middle East was still divided. There was still conflict between Muslims and Jews. But the next morning, when those Mothers of Dignity arose, and brushed their Jewish and Muslim teeth, and ate their Jewish and Muslim breakfasts, they were all captivated by an idea: to print these words on their T-Shirts: (if they were on the Jewish side) "I am Jewish. I am a Mother. I love my children just as a Muslim Mother loves hers"; or (if they were on the Muslim side), "I am Muslim. I am a Mother. I love my children just as a Jewish Mother loves hers". So irresistible was The Urge to Print, so possessed by a sense of Divine Mission had these Mothers of Dignity become, that office desks remained vacant that morning, household duties undone, aeroplanes unpiloted, Pilates classes untaught... It took courage, no doubt, to Wear such Words in public. And indeed, some Mothers of Dignity, both Jewish and Muslim, were hounded and harassed. But so Overcome by the Obvious were these Mothers of Dignity, so humble and gentle in their protest, so relaxed and unpretentious - that soon hundreds, and then thousands, of Other Mothers, both Muslim and Jewish, had caught The Urge to Print. Queues hundreds-of-women-long were not uncommon outside printing shops, throughout the Middle East. Websites promising next-day-delivery on all T-Shirts, both plain and customised, began to overload and crash. What later became known as The T-Shirt Revolution had been born suddenly, when least expected, as if prematurely, from the Simplicity of Motherly Love. III Forty eight hours later, hundreds of thousands of fathers on the streets of Tel Aviv, Cairo, Damascus, Amman and Beirut were sporting a T-Shirt similarly breaking all club rules. If they´d been on the Jewish side their T-Shirts read: "I am Jewish. I am a Father. I love my children just as a Muslim Father loves his", or (if they´d been on the Muslim side), "I am Muslim. I am a Father. I love my children just as a Jewish Father loves his". Next came "I am a Brother", "I am a Sister", "I am a Gender Fluid Sibling", "I am a Grandparent", and so on. And, of course, there were Jokers on both sides, and out came: "I am Jewish, I love donuts just as much as Muslims love donuts, especially the ones with jam in"; "I am Muslim, I love to have my back scratched as much as Jews like to have their backs scratched, especially if the scratcher has long nails", and so on. IV According to many of the most astute political observers of the time, The Tipping Point came when High Ranking Military Officers, both Muslim and Jewish, ´Donned The T-Shirt´. (That was the phrase people had come-up-with to describe that moment, when an individual Let Go of their Team Allegiance - and made their Own Unique Commitment to The Human Family.) As the T-Shirt Revolution swirled through Middle Eastern Minds like a sandstorm, T-Shirt Donners´ Clubs appeared everywhere - like new dunes. Jewish and Muslim Mothers for Peace organised all sorts of Motherly Events - like Breast Feeding Competitions, which were judged according to the volume of their babies´ contented gurgling. Two top Football Teams, one Jewish, one Muslim, all having Donned The T-Shirt, shocked the whole Middle East by Playing for Fun. And there were T-Shirt Club Nightclubs where everyone left their Identity at the Door, and degraded themselves together so generously, and so impartially, they could hardly remember having ever not-been-part-of the One Human Family. And so it was that, once upon a time, little by little, moment of courage by moment of courage, T-Shirt by T-Shirt, moment of heart-to-heart connection by moment of heart-to-heart connection, T-Shirt Club by T-Shirt Club, that the Middle East was Overcome by The Obvious - and returned from the Distress of Forgetfulness and Division, to the relief and peace and happiness of All, once again, Belonging to the One Human Family... * So that´s the idea! And here´s my question... * HOW ABOUT WE MAKE THIS IDEA GO VIRAL? * AND THEN, HOW ABOUT WE GO BEYOND THE MIDDLE EAST? HOW ABOUT, FOR EXAMPLE: “... the next morning, when those Mothers of Dignity arose, and brushed their Russian and Ukrainian teeth, and ate their Russian and Ukrainian breakfasts, they were all captivated by an idea: to print these words on their T-Shirts: (if they were on the Russian side) "I am Russian. I am a Mother. I love my children just as a Ukrainian Mother loves hers"; or (if they were on the Ukrainian side), "I am Ukrainian. I am a Mother. I love my children just as a Russian Mother loves hers...” * HOW ABOUT WE START A WORLDWIDE MOVEMENT FOR PEACE BY T-SHIRTS?!!! * IS IT POSSIBLE THAT IN THE FUTURE PEOPLE WILL LOOK BACK AT THE ERA IN WHICH PEOPLE STOPPED FIGHTING WARS – AND THAT NOW COULD BE THE TIME WHEN THAT ERA BEGAN? * Of course: people wouldn´t need to be in a conflict zone to participate in our movement. Someone could be in the USA, for example, and print a T-Shirt “I am a Father. I am an American Atheist. I love my children just as an Israeli Father loves his children, and just as a Palestinian Father loves his children” (for example). * WHAT DO YOU THINK? WHAT DO YOU FEEL? * IS THIS A CRAZY IDEA? MAYBE! COULD IT BE A WORTHWHILE CONTRIBUTION TO PEACE ON EARTH - EVEN IF IT DIDN´T END ALL WARS, EVERYWHERE, FOREVER? * CLEARLY, CONVENTIONAL POLITICAL SOLUTIONS DON´T WORK - AND DOING NOTHING´S NOT MUCH HELP EITHER! If you´re interested in helping this idea go viral, and feel you have time/energy/knowledge/abilities/resources to offer - please get in touch. This is a potentially massive, psycho-political, or politico-emotional intervention – and therefore needs to be very thoughtfully and carefully planned. You can contact me, Mark, by email at markthemysticactivist@protonmail.com * UPDATE We now have an English/Spanish website for "Peace By T-Shirts". https://www.pazporcamisetas.com "Peace by T-Shirts" was started by Mark Josephs ("Mark the Mystic Activist"), who also started The Conscious Tribes Project. *