"We are aware that it is possible for the whole world to be happy and healthy - it just takes a lot of work and time to get there."

The 11th of December 2013:

1 year and 1 day since Relogicon shown up online.

Considering the fact that I believe this idea is the idea that can change the world (for the better!) it seems totally senseless that I'm not talking about it all the time.

But there was a "reason" (and now there won't be one anymore)…

You know when as a child you set up your toys perfectly, ready to act, and then you just don't know what to do with them anymore?

Well, this was the same feeling which paralysed me a bit.

Relogicon got its online Manifesto, the forum and the website were ready, but it was kind of strange to say out loud "Hey hey, stop everybody, I know an idea that can solve it all!"

Also, such a declaration (although it does coincide with the simple, true way I feel it – yes) sounds way too arrogant and, thinking about all the amazing people who intensely fight for the human rights daily and a better Planet since ages, I feel infinitely minuscule coming out with this conviction (you couldn't notice it, but I innerly am crazily shy – and if I behave differently, it's only because I'm aware of it and I encourage myself to play). To me, irrationally, going around too sure telling this idea… sounded sort of disrespectful. Still, it does not make sense at all to shut up, if I actually believe I luckily bumped into The Key: this would be sincerely disrespectful instead!

So, ok, I did share this idea already*, but not as I could.

A part of the psychological too-humble crap I mentioned, the point is also that those times we did explain Relogicon, most of the reactions were like "Ok, cool, good luck then".

Yes, but good luck to you too, then, if you do see the sense of this idea! Right?

For some reason, even after people get it and like it, they still don't feel involved.
They say "cool". They maybe totally agree. They see the big picture and they realise it would work out.
But then still they don't take action.

No way.

Distance.
Sad distance, honestly.

And since I consider myself 24/7 as a 360° communicator, I look at this point also as my own (very temporary) "failure".

It means I didn't share the idea correctly.

Why don't people feel involved as soon as they think Relogicon can really be the solution?

I think it's probably because one doesn't know where to start (and, oh man, I do know the feeling).

So, I was telling this reason to not talk about Relogicon was not going to exist anymore, right?

Indeed, the website got a couple of new pages which I believe can ease this obstacle, because they help making some stuff cleaner, finally…

1) What is Relogicon?

(That is in English, but from the homepage you can

browse also the other languages.)

Before you had to read the entire Manifesto: I wish later you'll want to, but meanwhile here you can quickly check out what Relogicon is.

I "very personally" feel like highlighting a line which moves me every single time:

"These countries will have no armies –

this will end wars."

I do believe it's possible.

I have faith in this dream.

And the only way it can become real is if you'll keep hoping.

And (peacefully!) fight for it.

Please, please, please: do it.
(That's meant to be a totally general prayer, by the way, within Relogicon, or not.)

2) How can I help?

(Same, you'll find also the text in other languages…

above all if you do that: if you help! :)

Relogicon needs to be translated to as many languages as possible!)

That's what I was telling before, about the cold "good-luck" I heard some times.

Well, I know many people are already very busy, especially those who may feel emotionally involved, but I know the missed-help is for another reason, since also a very short caring moment can make the difference, as spreading the word once in a while. And the reason, again, is that often one feels just sort of "useless" (while perhaps already too involved with something else which is showing real time results).

So it's precious to let understand that any little help in spreading the word does good. This really asks just a little time. It's already something if you just keep Relogicon in mind and mention it in related discussions…

But of course that's not at all the only possible help.

As you can read in the website, basically any knowledge will be useful – and, in general, any good idea (or critique!) for a better world has there a good place to grow and to be improved.

••• join the forum •••

"We are aware that it is possible for the whole world to be happy and healthy - it just takes a lot of work and time to get there. If we want this to happen, we need to start working towards it. Otherwise, it's possible it will never happen."

••• read the Manifesto •••

• find it (even) on fb •

Last thing which explains my sort of shyness talking about Relogicon.
Relogicon is not "mine" and not of someone else.
Some wonder who got the idea.
None.
The idea got someone, instead.
And does not matter who.
Also, it's not the only one who the idea got.
Ideas are in the air, you know it, right?
It's not a coincidence.
It's since the immemorial time that the humans try to figure out an utopic way of living.
It's just that now we have powerful technologies which can let us realise and connect in a easier way. Now our call is to carry the path for a better world.

Times are ready.

* And once at least has been worthy and one of the most meaningful moment I never experienced, because now I know it even better: I'm not the only one. Thank you, Rainbow Warriors.

The Little Story of A Short Ethernal Fear Birth ~ and other shit

This afternoon I faced an organic fork:

I was holding this sorrow Pulp which I grabbed sliding inside myself, she was ready to get bigger, but I took her in time, still benign, I told her to calm down one moment and then I observed her while, patient, she was explaining to me her right to live, resting in my palm.

The fact of being able to make a backward step from the running abyss, a backward step from myself, with all myself, this fact made smile by tenderness; now with the Pulp I can talk in a pretty more diplomatic way, I can even offer her a cup of tea and I explain to her that, to be honest, I'm fine even without her, I have to finish some stuff, I mean, I'm a busy one.

But then she looked at me by that delirious interstice of plea and severity and she convinced me; she remembers me that what we learnt in June, this summer, was to give to the darkness its slice of evacuation, 'cause it belongs as well to the health, to the complementarity, after all.

So I gave heed to her and I made the old good exercise: I ex-pressed myself, I converted the sorrow in value.

This is the drawing I made today:

This is a drawing I made in June:

(my jugband blues…*)

These are April notes (they don't have too much to do in this post, but they are sweetly capricious):

And this is a detail from tonight,

you better zoom to watch it entirely,
it's called The Little Story of A Short Ethernal Fear Birth
and I consider it a good experimenting object for my next works:

Special credits for my today's guardianship:
Baby Lemonade, Syd Barrett
*Jugband Blues, Pink Floyd (oh my, all the universe still disappears in electric clouds of fears each time I hear "And I'm wondering who could be writing this song")
The Rainbow Family
Dead Mantra, Dead Skeletons
and my alter Eta: John Johnny John caro.



Good whatever everyone, everybody.

And remember to listen to good music…

Portraits around the Rainbow

During my academic exam sessions, I had to stay all the time behind a monitor, behind a desk. From those periods, I strongly remember the sensation of being deeply, existentially wrong. The sensation that the sanity and the truth were far and about running freely elsewhere. I remember I was used to listen often to Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes and it was a serious pain ignoring the call to jump in a caravan and meet the world out there.

Also my breaks (or rather endless procrastinations) were just through a monitor… and that's how once I stumbled in a project by the photographer Benoit Paillé.

What I saw in it never left my mind and it kept to grow.

The past summer was my first one after my studies, I had moved from Italy in The Netherlands and everything was about my new life here.

This summer has been my first one to finally run to that dream

When the Earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the Earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the Earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow.

Old Native American Profecy

…and discover it was real.

The portraits I made, in the end, are really a few. I wished to do more, each face was very inspiring, but I don't have regrets, after all, because I know that each here and now I enjoyed the best of each moment, including the joy of helping around. So my time to draw has been almost only around the fire and then almost no light at all on my paper; drawing was very challenging! The results are not so good, but I still feel like sharing them, at least as memories for everyone.

Thank you so much once again, you all beautiful people.

I won't never forget that absurd first night when those well known lyrics, around the fire, kept suddenly a new meaning…

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

Rainbow Kids

The kid to the left asked me to draw as well. She is about nine, if I'm not mistaken. I repeated her many times that she's sincerely very talented and I wish she won't stop to draw. I like her drawing a lot and I would to share also hers.

me by her

(the one to the left is by another child)

another drawing by her

After this moment between the Rainbow Kids, I understood that the next time I will must bring with me a lot of papers and colours to make all together a drawing workshop.

Emilis, 16 years old, from Lithuania

Louisa, from UK

Lee, from Germany

Louis, from UK
(hey, Louis, if you find this page: I still want to read your poems!)

Dave, a voice and a guitar, from UK

Zayd The Storyteller
…really not similar enough!
from England

Mascha The Collective Dream
busker, from Germany

Ruadhán, the Irish busker

Dani, playing an acoustic bass guitar
from Denmark

Dani again 

Harmony,
her voice and her music worth her name

a Dutch sister living in UK

Asterix

Coming back to The Netherlands from the Rainbow Gathering, which was in Wales, I stopped to hug my beloved Rib. in London, where I've been very lucky and, thanks to a friend from the Gathering, I found new beautiful people happy to give me a shelter (and what a shelter!) in a quiet and quaint neighbourhood (thanks, beasts!).

my beloved Rib.

My last morning in London, my sweet Rib. took many photographs in this wonderful house where we slept; as usual, whatever she does results beautiful – and I'm always honoured of being an ingredient of some of her art. I found myself touched "in advance" imaging that one day those her photographs will become the memory of a new-fresh-old myself just after my first Rainbow Gathering, happy and exhausted, towards the end of my youth. You can see them here, here, here and here.

Isobel

Luca

An old lady in a tea room in Whitchurch, on the way to the Rainbow Gathering

A fast self portrait and a random sketch on my way there

Little self portrait of my-little-self with my backpack, which made say to any stranger
   «Hey, are you ok? Your backpack is too big!».
All the United Kingdom worried for me. Sorry everyone, ha!
(About the story of the trip going there, started hitchhiking,
I'll write a short tale of those adventures! Johnny demands it.)

"See you in five"

Eta

Greeting to the Sun ~ ali lilla

And so it's September, yesterday I came back in my delicious Utrecht twenty minutes after eight o'clock and the sky was already gonna be dark: the days become shorter and the summer is fading away.

Some hours before, in the morning, I was in London, and I felt that I somehow completed this my travelling season, started right in London, in May. In the middle, many experiences and the sensation I made an interesting path.
My last stop in London, anyway, have been the end of a very bigger adventure, in a forest along the river Wye in Wales, following the dream I dreamt for years: a Rainbow Gathering, finally.

Each chapter of this summer will have its role in my creative flow, as simple inspiration or often as real footage I made during the way, so I'll have to work on all these months for a lot of time and slowly, bit by bit, I'll share more and more – likely for the rest of my life, because the seeds of this summer will be among the kindest and then the strongest.

Meanwhile, I suppose there is an image which knows how to symbolise this season, this path, this way: thank you so much, Andre, for seeing this Greeting to the Sun.

me, Ring Road, Iceland
photograph by Andrea Riboni

~         I surrender         ~