“We never know how high we are

Till we are called to rise;

And then, if we are true to plan,

Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite

Would be a daily thing,

Did not ourselves the cubits warp

For fear to be a king.”

Do you feel the winds of change?

I am sure that if you don’t feel it in your mind you are feeling it in your heart.

Something is dying in our society, something is dying in our culture, something is dying inside us individually, giving us the opportunity to rise anew.

They came, a whirlwind of foreign voices, pressing hurry and cell phones, to ask for a despacho ceremony — an offering to Pachamama, the Mother Earth, and to our ancestors the Apus, the volcanos that crown the desert towards the east. Phonies, I thought, half-amused — phonies wanting a make-believe ten-minute show for their Instagram feed, to be followed by pictures of them in their state-of-the-art sports garb with the salt desert as their background and cheesy inspirational quotes for captions. Fakes, moneyed and crass, always short of time, always disrupting the peace of our salar with their gadgets and…

I’m walking under the sun’s merciless glare, which becomes blinding as it reflects off the Salar de Atacama in Chile, one of the world’s largest and most desolate deserts. Despite the bandages I’ve wrapped them in, my feet manage to produce new blisters even as the old ones open again. Every muscle in my body seems to be hurting, claiming for me to stop and lie down. And yet I will not.

The day before yesterday, on an icy morning 4100 meters (13,500 feet) above sea level, I took part in a ritual offering to the Pachamama, in which I…

The old paradigm is burning out like a candle.

I’m sure you perceive it — if you don’t in your mind, you do in your heart.

An ancient instinct has kicked in to draw meaning from seemingly disconnected facts — your ancient immune system sparking into action.

You sense something has gone awry. Difficult to explain — a vibration that seems to come from the future, similar to an animal’s skill in anticipating events.

You sense the change. The chasm. The abyss.

A paradigm shift is occurring within a single human psychological timeframe — or perhaps, what’s even worse, within…

I sit in a huge draughty hall in a Capuchin monastery on the banks of the Hudson River, listening to an elderly Algonquin woman talk about patience. She holds her small audience in the power of her words, enthralled by the beauty of her delivery. The message the woman bears is, she says, from her ancestors. In a context of urgency, the ancestors advise, one must have patience.

I am struck by the unambiguousness of these words, “context of urgency”. It is urgency, indeed, that has brought me here, despite the rising pandemic and the trail of fear it is…

I got inspired by Ganga Devi to share this Poem by

Rainer Maria Rilke

Quiet friend who has come so far,

feel how your breathing makes more space around you.

Let this darkness be a bell tower

and you the bell. As you ring,

what batters you becomes your strength.

Move back and forth into the change.

What is it like, such intensity of pain?

If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

In this uncontainable night,

be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,

the meaning discovered there.

And if the world has ceased to hear you,

say to the silent earth: I flow.

To the rushing water, speak: I am.

We live in moments of dramatic change, we’ve entered into an era that intertwines complexity with exponentiality, and it seems that our current frameworks of reference, our logic, our systems of organization, of coherence and decision-making mechanisms are inadequate to deal with the challenges we face.

This also makes us innately conservative and defensive of our current circumstances — what cognitive psychologists call the status quo. Thus, they argue, we become relatively mediocre or foolish when faced with big issues and can relate to a question only partially, by addressing tasks or seeking tools for each particular matter. …

In May of this year, together with Rodrigo and Mariana, we organized a first international ReHumans event in New York, where 27 leaders from different countries convened in Manhattan to rethink the world.

The gathering was a success.

You might be wondering, what’s the meaning of Rehuman?

Better still what does it mean to be a Rehuman?

I believe it is important to dive to the root of the name, to its genesis, to the day the term was coined.

Let us go back to September 2018. …