{"id":505,"date":"2016-10-18T12:16:05","date_gmt":"2016-10-18T10:16:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/investinpeace.tssef.se\/?p=505"},"modified":"2016-10-18T12:16:05","modified_gmt":"2016-10-18T10:16:05","slug":"peace-story-community-building-the-original-way","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/investorsinpeace.com\/?p=505","title":{"rendered":"Peace Story: Community Building the original way"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft \" src=\"https:\/\/scontent-arn2-1.cdninstagram.com\/t51.2885-19\/s150x150\/13116614_596974333805128_507580155_a.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"90\" height=\"90\" \/>This guest blog comes from Sanna Hellberg http:\/\/www.sannahellberg.com\/55-2\/ Reproduced with gratitude!<\/em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-311\" src=\"https:\/\/theoryt.files.wordpress.com\/2016\/10\/story.jpg?w=665\" alt=\"story\" width=\"665\" height=\"416\" \/><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong>I met Manitonquat, Medicine Story, or simply Story, as he likes to be called, at my first Circle Way Camp at Mundekulla in 2013. At eighty-seven, the Wampanoag elder is still writing books and travelling the world with his wife Ellika, to share the wisdom of his ancestors and teach the art of listening.<\/strong><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>In the middle of July, I take a week off from my volunteering duties to participate in my third Circle Way Camp. The camp revolves around the Native American tradition of talking circles, where we practice the simple but powerful tool of listening. Every morning, we meet in smaller groups or \u2018clans\u2019, where everyone gets an equal amount of time to share what is on their mind and in their heart that morning. The rest of the group listens, without interrupting, questioning or giving advice. After just a few days, my clan feels as close as a family. Each camp, I am reminded that it is safe to cry, to feel, to share even the deepest, darkest fears, and that I\u2019m not alone in dreaming of a different world.<\/p>\n<p>A few days after the end of the camp, I take a day trip to Ellika\u2019s little summer cottage in the north of \u00d6land, an island off the east coast of Sweden, to visit her and Story before they leave Sweden. After a stressful summer and an emotional week, I can barely shape my thoughts into sentences. But once Story and I sit down outside the cottage for an interview, I only need to ask \u201cWho are you?\u201d before he brings me on a near-century-long journey so absorbing that I lose my mental list of questions along the way and realize that the only thing I have to do is listen.<\/p>\n<h3>The Early Story<\/h3>\n<p>A storyteller in many senses, Story began his journey in the world of arts. When he was a child, everyone thought he would be an artist, because he was constantly drawing.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018I loved it. I knew a couple of wonderful artists who helped me a lot, and I just illustrated my way through life. Then I fell in love with music. I had a best friend in boarding school, Fred, and we would talk about music and philosophy and poetry and art and the world. We talked about everything, except girls and sex and stuff like that, which was too weird. I would get a new piece of music and drag him down to the basement of the chapel, and put it on their really good machine for the time. And we would just sit in the dark and listen.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He taught himself to play the piano before high school, where he started to write poetry, largely inspired by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas. Mid-interview, Story launches into a recital:<\/p>\n<p><em>In my craft or sullen art<br \/>\nexercised in the still night<br \/>\nwhen only the moon rages<br \/>\nand the lovers lie abed<br \/>\nwith all their griefs in their arms<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2785 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/quote1.jpg?resize=250%2C216\" alt=\"quote1\" width=\"250\" height=\"216\" \/>\u2018Oh,\u2019 he sighs. \u2018I was in love with the music of that Welsh bard. I didn\u2019t think of myself as a poet back then, but I loved the craft of poetry, the craft of putting words out that sang.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Story recalls the romantic poems he wrote for his first girlfriend, who, after a two-year relationship, suddenly told him it was over and turned his world upside down. In a desperate attempt to save his grades, Story signed up for the army.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018With my last scrap of practicality, I went to the draft board and said \u201cPlease, take me\u201d, and that way, I got an \u201cincomplete\u201d instead of a \u201cfailure\u201d, so I could come back and get my degree after the army.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He ended up in an office in Salzburg, Austria, at a safe distance from the war in Korea. In their free time, he and a friend developed a comedy act that became so popular that everyone encouraged them to bring it out of the army. When they left the army, his friend got engaged to a girl who thought her fianc\u00e9 had no business in show business, but by then, Story had developed a true passion for acting.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018My friend told me there was a part in a play that was <em>me<\/em>. So I went and bought this play, an old play by Christopher Fry called <em>The Lady\u2019s not for Burning<\/em>. And I read it through and I saw the part, and he was right. It <em>was<\/em> me.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He went back to college to finish his degree and took all his courses in theatre, from playwriting, acting and directing to stage management and theories of dramatic production. He took part in every production, in every way he could, to really immerse himself in the world of theatre.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018It so happened that the last play that would be done before I left Cornell was <em>The Lady\u2019s Not for Burning<\/em>. Talk about a coincidence! I walked into the try-outs and picked up the script, but I didn\u2019t even look at it. I had it all memorized. I didn\u2019t give them a reading \u2013 I gave them a performance. Then I threw the script on the table and said \u201cCall me.\u201d Which of course they did. It\u2019s a little bit tragic to understand that the best part I ever had, I played as a farewell to college.\u2019<\/p>\n<h3>From Broadway to the Rainbow<\/h3>\n<p>Story went on to work in the theatre, but his acting career came to an abrupt end when he was called to the last reading for a big part in a new Broadway production. He had married a woman that he met through the theatre, and when he realized how wildly jealous she was, he decided to give up the part to the other actor.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018I think the play flopped, but that actor very soon got the part of a lifetime in the movie of a lifetime that skyrocketed him into the world of stardom. That movie was <em>Sound of Music<\/em> and I have followed Christopher Plummer\u2019s career ever since. He\u2019s an excellent actor and I look at him as my doppelganger, leading the life I might have had.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>At this point, Story made a shift from acting to playwriting. He was involved in an Off-Off-Broadway group in New York City and one day, he got a phone call from a friend who had rented a basement that he would turn into a caf\u00e9 and a bar. Upstairs was an old art studio, which was included in the rental, and he asked if Story would be interested in putting up a play there.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018I took a look at it and said: \u201cI\u2019ll have a play on in three weeks\u201d. We went on to steal lights and a lighting board and all the stuff we needed. Little pilfers from theatres all over town. We stole concrete platforms and built a stage. We stole sixty-five seats from somewhere and I designed a setting which could be swung on hinges. Three weeks later we opened our new theatre with <em>The Dock Brief<\/em> by John Mortimer.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>From that on they did two plays at a time, one by a big name, and one by Story or one of his friends. It attracted all kinds of audiences and they kept the theatre running for about a year and a half before they could no longer afford it and had to give it up.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018I went into some slight depression at that point\u2019, Story said. \u2018I used to leave the caf\u00e9 after the theatre and go upstairs and turn the stage lights on. Then I would just sit in the dark and visualize a play. Populate it. Make things happen in my mind. I wrote a lot of plays that way.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>In 1967, Story\u2019s life took an unexpected turn when four of his friends died within a year.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2789 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/i2.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/quote2.jpg?resize=250%2C253\" alt=\"quote2\" width=\"250\" height=\"253\" \/>\u2018Two of them consciously killed themselves. The third was high on LSD and went out the window. The fourth one, well, he was an electrician and he electrocuted himself. Four friends in one year. And I said: \u201cWait a minute, what is all this about? What are we doing here? What am <em>I<\/em> doing here?\u201d I was not addressing myself to the needs of the world, which were vast, and I was only beginning to understand how vast. So I went to San Francisco with flowers in my hair to figure it all out.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>In 1972, Story got involved in organizing the first Rainbow Gathering, where over 20,000 people came together in Granby, Colorado, to manifest a vision of a more peaceful society, free from consumerism and capitalism.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018We had only planned for one gathering, but everybody knew that it couldn\u2019t be the end. It had to be the beginning. After the second gathering we bought an old school bus that was lying around rusting in a ghost town. We got it running and me and another artist named Gypsy painted it. I took one side and Gypsy took the other side, and on the front we wrote <em>Rainbow Rider<\/em>. And so, eight of us took off from there. Every time we pulled into a place where there were hitchhikers, we said \u201cCome on!\u201d and everyone piled in. We were carrying hippies all over the place, spreading the word of the rainbow.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018How is the interview going?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>We look up to find Ellika carrying bowls of freshly picked blueberries from the cottage.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Well,\u2019 Story says. \u2018I have to talk a lot to get down to what I really want to say. I\u2019m peeling away all the layers.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Like a sculpture?\u2019 Ellika asks.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Yeah, right, exactly. I see the thing in there somewhere, but I can\u2019t think about it until I work my way in.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>And so, we dive back into the past, one layer deeper.<\/p>\n<h3>Starting All Over<\/h3>\n<p>\u2018When I first went west, I had gone off and found all these elders,\u2019 he continues. \u2018I had found out what was wrong with the world. The elders made that clear to me, and they said: \u201cNow you know. You go out and go wherever people invite you. Don\u2019t go unless they invite you. If people want to know, you go tell them.\u201d\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018And what was wrong?\u2019 I ask.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2794 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/qoute3-1.jpg?resize=250%2C409\" alt=\"qoute3\" width=\"250\" height=\"409\" \/> \u2018It\u2019s apparent to me that this entire civilization, in the course of its history, is corrupted. It is so badly corrupted, through and through, that there is no fixing it. Nobody\u2019s going to do any good out there because they\u2019re all up against the massive corruption of the entire civilization, which is that money rules everything. Marx had these ideas about having a revolution and overturning the capitalist society, but that doesn\u2019t work. Every bit of force applied creates a counterforce, and the people who are controlling the resources have the better force. We have to start all over again. And I\u2019m trying to make people see that.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Story shows me a well-thumbed and heavily underlined copy of <a href=\"https:\/\/eowilsonfoundation.org\/half-earth-our-planet-s-fight-for-life\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>Half Earth: Our Planet\u2019s Fight For Life<\/em><\/a>, where the American biologist Edward O Wilson proposes a plan to save the biosphere by designating half of the earth and half of the ocean to be wilderness, completely untouched by human harm.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Look at what\u2019s happening. Follow the destruction of the biosphere, that thin little skin of life around the earth, and see it unravelling, coming apart and being destroyed. Edward Wilson\u2019s solution is one that actually seems hopeful and doable. It\u2019s a start. It\u2019s a way to keep the slow moving evolutionary healing going amongst enough of the species of the earth that they don\u2019t die out. Meanwhile, for us poor humans, we need more than that. We need to live in a sustainable way with each other.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Another book that has inspired Story is <a href=\"http:\/\/charleseisenstein.net\/project\/the-more-beautiful-world-our-hearts-know-is-possible\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible<\/em><\/a> by Charles Eisenstein.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018The old story, as Charles Eisenstein says, is a story of separation\u2019, Story explains. \u2018Everybody isolated, everybody in competition. Beat the other guy down before you get beat down. It creates fear. So, we started making the new story. A story of coming together again. And really being together.\u2019<\/p>\n<h3>Changing the World<\/h3>\n<p>In 2005, Story shared his own vision in a short book called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.circleway.org\/articles\/circlewayvision.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>Changing the World<\/em><\/a>, in which we follow a visitor on a guided tour through an imaginary Circle Way village. This village is only one in a large network of Circle Way villages that have developed across the world, which differ from our society in many aspects. School is non-compulsory; learning comes from curiosity rather than the need to turn every child into an economically productive adult. There is a local economy and a trading network and the village is largely self-sufficient. Art and creativity is at the core of this particular village, and just like at the camp in Mundekulla, people live in a closely-knit community based on clans.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018There is a closeness, a bond, that forms as people begin to abandon their protective masks and armour and get glimpses of the innocent, loving, joyful children that is our unchanging essence\u2019, the guide explains in the book. \u2018This bond with others is often the strongest, dearest and most hopeful relationship that people have ever known.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>In the first chapter of <em>Changing the World<\/em>, Story writes that the visit took place in 2012. Four years later and a few days after his eighty-seventh birthday, the vision is still just a vision, and Story is growing impatient.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018I know you\u2019re supposed to learn patience when you get old, but I think I might have been too patient. I want to pin everybody down and say: \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d People keep saying: \u201cWell, I have to do this, I have to do that.\u201d Oh, how can I convince you that you don\u2019t have to do it all \u2013 that you are just putting off paradise, where you could be now? I feel like the guy in the old Kris Kristofferson song, who is broke and steps inside a bar \u2026\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Story puts his spoon down and sings.<\/p>\n<p><em>If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don\u2019t listen<\/em><em><br \/>\n<\/em><em>to the things that you are saying, who do you think\u2019s going to hear?<br \/>\n<\/em><em>And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about<br \/>\n<\/em><em>are things they could be changing, who d\u2019you think\u2019s goin\u2019 to care? <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind who<br \/>\n<\/em><em>were crucified for what they tried to show,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>and their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>\u2019cause the truth remains that no-one wants to know.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>He falls silent. At the other end of the garden, Ellika is playing with her sister\u2019s granddaughter. Their laughter cushions the words that linger in the air like drowsy bees. Story sighs.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Doing more of the same is not making any change\u2019, he says at last. \u2018That\u2019s just crazy making. We have to start all over. Whatever exists and whatever we\u2019re doing right now is part of a corrupt system that won\u2019t be uncorrupted. But we can roll back the opposition by listening more than we\u2019re trying to promote something.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Story\u2019s next publication will be a collection of essays titled <em>Permaculture of the Heart<\/em>, in which he has identified a list of needs among human beings \u2013 we need to be recognized, heard, listened to, understood, appreciated and valued \u2013 that he thinks we could all agree to cater to.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2792 alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/quote4.jpg?resize=250%2C438\" alt=\"quote4\" width=\"250\" height=\"438\" \/>\u2018If I want you to hear me and appreciate me and understand me and value me, I can give that gift to you. When we\u2019re doing that together, we\u2019re creating a solid relationship system, one that we can actually live with. And if everybody thought it was a great idea to be listened to and could see the importance of feeding it back, then we could develop a very different civilization.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>On my way home from \u00d6land, I think about little Story, illustrating his way through life, and the sadness in grown-up Story\u2019s eyes when he told me that his greatest concern right now is his personal creative time and whether he has any left. Then I think about the last thing he said before I switched the microphone off:<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Well, I\u2019m going back to full strength again, there\u2019s no doubt about that. Nothing\u2019s going to stop me.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>And I know that he is right. <em>The things that they complain about are things they could be changing.<\/em> This is not a time for giving up, but a time for lighting the fire in each other\u2019s eyes again. It is a time for us all to sneak into the darkness of his old theatre with a blank script. To fill the stolen seats, turn the stage lights on and write a new story together.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/IMG_3885.jpg?w=1500\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large\" src=\"http:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.sannahellberg.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/IMG_3885.jpg?w=1500\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"937\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This guest blog comes from Sanna Hellberg http:\/\/www.sannahellberg.com\/55-2\/ Reproduced with gratitude! I met Manitonquat, Medicine Story, or simply Story, as he likes to be called, at my first Circle Way Camp at Mundekulla in 2013. 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