Connecting the dots

A Quest for Coherence

There are several narratives circulating simultaneously. Please bare with my simplistic observation of the landscape. i trust this opens a constructive conversation.

One narrative speaks of a New Earth, a parallel reality where millions of humans will suddenly find themselves living in harmony, coherence and perfection. A planetary upgrade. A quantum jump. A new timeline. A new planet altogether.

Another narrative is: people actively stepping outside existing systems to build alternative ways of living, communities, eco-villages, intentional societies. i’ve spent years observing these models, studying them and visiting some of them in person, including Damanhur and Ananda, just to mention a couple. i’m an observer trying to understand what actually works, what doesn’t and why.

Then there’s another group, perhaps the largest and least spoken about, individuals who are waking up inside the system. Not exiting it or transcending it. Just suddenly seeing it. These people often feel disoriented, anxious, even frightened and often very lonely. There’s no clear reference point. The old map doesn’t work anymore and the new one hasn’t been drawn.

There are those who seem perfectly adapted to the current structure. Not because it nourishes them, but because they have learned not to question it. Total acquiescence. Automatic participation. Dolores Cannon referred to some of these as NPCs, Dolores Cannon used the term in a specific metaphysical context, but labels aside, what matters to me is not who is awake or asleep.

There is, however, another group that rarely makes it into these narratives.

Children.

As living, present intelligence. What i observe is that way too many children are subtly undermined, by adult preoccupation. Adults busy saving the planet, upgrading ourselves, optimizing systems, healing trauma, building visions, making money, escaping matrices.

All meaningful pursuits, and yet, while this is happening, children are often parked. Placed aside. Institutionalized early. Reduced to schedules, curricula, justifications. The moment in human development where the resource is at its most fertile, curiosity, neuroplasticity, embodied learning, wonder is all managed, standardized and delayed.

So the loop continues.

We grow adults who feel disconnected, fragmented, anxious, searching for coherence, and then we attempt to repair, upgrade, or transcend what was interrupted at the beginning. We try to fix downstream what was shaped upstream.

This is why i chose to place my vision into a video, with graphics, with simplicity, to make one central point visible: Designing How We Live, a concrete suggestion

If we want to interrupt the loop, we can’t start at the end. We’ve got to start at the beginning.

First of all for being grateful that we’re beginning to see the elephant in the room, and not by adding more pressure on parents, teachers, or institutions, but by redesigning the environments in which early human intelligence is allowed to unfold. By recognizing that coherence isn’t taught later; it’s either protected early, or reconstructed painfully much later, but dare i say and i speak for myself, the ripple effects of generational dysfunction is seemingly unable to be fixed. This is mainly why i’m here writing and sharing my observations. i’ve possibly made every mistake in the book, i stand here saying STOP.
To my own children i say i’m sorry, please forgive me, (yes Ho Oponopono is a great tool) i was so hurt and broken and trying to keep it together on the surface that i was profoundly unaware. But now i understand. May all the darkness, be in service to fuel what’s right. And that my presence be in Service of all who can benefit from this knowing.

On another note, there are also people doing something quietly radical. People who carry their children with them. Literally and symbolically. Who integrate life rather than compartmentalize it. Who don’t outsource presence. Who understand, intuitively or consciously, that regulation, safety and awareness are transmitted long before concepts are explained. Seeing these sparks, fuel my enthusiasm.

i navigated with one foot in a world of intuition, meditation, breastfeeding for as long as seemed natural, just short of a decade, keeping as faithful to my dimmed heartfelt belief system, all while trying to keep balance with the other foot in the world of illusion. Funny Bunny. (This is also why i obsessively share the epic film La Belle Verte by Coline Serreau 1996) especially because it’s funny and what i feel is important, is laugher and joy in understanding ourselves and thus pivot.

There is yet another group that sits almost entirely outside these conversations.

The unseen tribes.

For example, those still living in the Amazon.

Entire human cultures, coherent, relational, embedded in living systems, existing at the margins of our global imagination. Not as mythology, but a present reality. And here, the incongruence becomes difficult to ignore.

We live in a world where the language of billions circulates effortlessly. Billionaires. Unicorns. Valuations. Exits. Abundance framed as accumulation. i observe this, and honestly, i ask myself practical questions too: who do i need to become to materialize money in a way that is overflowing, continuous and aligned, so i can actually walk what i speak?

And yet, at the same time, people like Paul Rosolie are scrambling, literally, to protect one of the most complex living systems on Earth, the Amazon Rainforest, and the celebration of two million raised for its preservation is treated as a victory. Two million. In a world where that amount is pocket change in the same conversations that casually discuss making billions.

i’m observing out loud.

If we speak so fluently about consciousness, awakening, coherence, collective evolution, how is it that the most sophisticated biological intelligence we know still requires heroic fundraising just to continue existing? Why is it even framed as being “at risk,” as though it were separate from us?

We understand resonance, feedback loops, cybernetics, systems theory, frequency, pattern, sacred geometry, quantum physics.

We’ve seen how sound organizes matter, how vibration creates form, how sand arranges itself into precise geometry through resonance. Cymatics. Divine geometry. Order emerging from coherence, not force.

So the question isn’t why the Amazon matters.

The question is how a civilization fluent in these concepts can still normalize the use of massive tools, extraction logic and domination language on living systems, while simultaneously speaking of awakening.

i’m sharing this as an observer, admittedly working on equanimity in the face of frustration. Because there are moments where what i see in my mind’s eye feels like a champagne bottle about to burst. Not from alcohol, from eager effervescence. From the sheer potential of coherence that could be embodied, right now, if dots were actually connected.

This isn’t about guilt, heroes or villains. It’s about alignment.

Because coherence, if it’s real, doesn’t stop at the edges of personal growth, spiritual language, or curated communities. It extends, naturally, to the living architectures that make life possible in the first place.

It all points in one direction only: coherence doesn’t emerge from escape, acceleration, or transcendence. It emerges from continuity. What matters is something far simpler. Across all these narratives, the New Earth, the communities, the awakenings, the compliance, the common denominator isn’t ascension, escape, or enlightenment.

It’s state. Human beings, wherever they’re placed, are ultimately navigating one thing: our inner state of awareness, coherence and aliveness in the present moment.

Some try to change planets or systems or change nothing and survive.

And this is where the real inquiry begins.

i don’t think we fell because we’re broken. i think we fell because there was something we needed to understand.

When a child falls while learning to walk, we don’t call it a mistake, we know it’s part of learning balance.

Maybe humanity is the same. To understand light, we had to walk through what we call darkness, and what if much of that darkness is only misunderstood light?

What if some of what we call light is only a bright illusion?

i often sit with this question.

i don’t experience life as scarce. Deep down, i feel abundance the way bees feel their hive, ants feel their colony or birds feel the sky.

They don’t hold meetings about meaning, they don’t debate whether they deserve to exist. They operate inside an intelligence that knows how to organize itself.

And i wonder, very simply, what if humans haven’t yet understood the natural dynamic we’re meant to operate in?

The structures we inherited, many of the systems we live inside were not designed for human flourishing.

They were designed for efficiency, production, control. Here as well, there are a number of narratives as to where the rot began, which are all pendulums, i’m not into feeding.

Schools as we know them were shaped for the industrial age, factories needed workers who could follow instructions, sit still, repeat tasks.

It’s all clear what the outcome of the rot is. Super compost.

Today, more and more parents feel it and that’s why people explore homeschooling, learning communities, alternative ways of living together.

We can point to these structures easily because it a reality that’s always more visible.

Some focused on catering for the few elite as in who has a lot of money, others find their likeminded souls and so forth.

But there are quieter things i question too, things we call “normal” without ever really asking why.

My small questions that open big doors, like why do we lock our doors?

Why do we build communities that include prisons as a given?

Why do we label children’s (…) creativity as disorders?

dyslexia, adhd, lgbt, tribes, groups, etc… Too many labels to mention.

What if these are signals from nature asking us to design differently?

What if a child who can’t sit still isn’t broken, just a dancer (Sir Ken Robinson, i Love you) simply responding honestly to an environment that doesn’t fit a living nervous system?

Each label shrinks us. We reduce something alive into something manageable, easy to catalogue.

i wonder whether we do this because it feels safer, than admitting we might need to rethink the whole structure.

Identity, borders and ideas we mistake for reality.

i live in switzerland and still, i carry a very childlike dream. A world of planetary citizens, not defined first by papers, borders, or bureaucratic identities but by responsibility, care and belonging to life itself.

So much energy is spent maintaining ideas, of ownership, of separation, ideas of “us” and “them.”

They feel real only because we collectively agree to uphold them.

When enough people stop believing in an idea, it quietly dissolves.

Sometimes i feel almost stunned by how much intelligence and creativity

we pour into maintaining systems that quietly exhaust us that are not only completely irrelevant but are total resource drains.

When numbers stop making sense, there are moments when the contrast is hard to ignore. Like i mentioned, i see people committed to raise a few million to protect entire ecosystems, forests, rivers, life itself. In many places.

Then in parallel, i see huge sums moving effortlessly in spaces of personal development, entertainment, prestige. i just participated alongside 2 million other people in one of these initiatives, last week.

i don’t say this with bitterness. i genuinely ask: what are we missing?

i believe most people are doing the best we can with what we know from where we stand.

Still, something doesn’t add up, our compass is slightly off.

Speaking as a mother

i write this as myself 😅 and also as a mother. There were moments when i chose distance, not because of lack of love, exactly the opposite, because i refused to pass on frustration, scarcity, or bitterness.

i didn’t want my children to inherit a nervous system shaped by a world, that i myself could feel was incoherent.

That choice hurt and it taught me humility. i envision a system of such beauty, such coherence, that sometimes the gap between vision and reality feels unbearable.

This text might be a rant, it might be a letter to myself, it might be something my children read one day.

What matters is that they know what i stand for.

Maybe we don’t have it figured out, and that’s okay, what if maturity isn’t pretending we know, but admitting we don’t?

What if instead of defending broken models, we allowed ourselves to test new ones?

Real experiments, in education, in community, in how we live together.

Not ideological wars, but gentle, rigorous exploration. Beyond the silos of helping just oneself and our homies.

What actually supports human coherence?

What helps nervous systems settle? Heart brain coherence…

What allows creativity, care and responsibility to emerge naturally?

i believe the next step is humility. Saying: maybe we were brave enough to fall,

and now we’re ready to understand how to rise.

Together.

With curiosity rather than certainty. i can’t help wondering: when birds shift direction as one in a murmuration, or fish turn together in perfect schools without command or hierarchy, what is the equivalent capacity in the human collective, especially now, with all this technology at our service?

i feel that if we carry these thoughts, these visions, and yet keep them confined to personal elevation or private worlds, we may unknowingly undermine the grand planetary collective itself and in doing so, undermine life, the universe, what some call God, not as belief, but as living intelligence.

It’s not our responsibility to change anyone. i speak only for myself. What feels true is the responsibility to participate, to become part of the compost from which something viable can grow. To let insight decay into soil. To allow coherence to sprout through example, through presence, through choices that ripple outward not as persuasion, but as benefit.

For that ripple to matter, it must be palpable.

Consistent, coherent, materialized in the real world, in how we live, design, relate, build and care.

So this is not a manifesto. It’s closer to a prayer.

May every war-torn area feel the quiet reach of coherence.

May every inquisitive mind encounter a version of this vision and refine it further.

May intelligence remember itself through continuity rather than rupture.

And may whatever wants to emerge through us do so in service of life, not above it.

That, for me, is what it means to connect the dots.

This isn’t the end of the thought, it’s a Loving invitation.

i will continue to walk this path, for my children, and for anyone who also feels,

that another way of living is not only possible but already emerging.

Here is the link for the junglekeepers: AMAZON in my world, my childlike imagination still leads me to believe that this can be turned around, we’re here to play the game of life and create a better narrative.

Who else am i with on this?

Thanks to Andrea Aliotti for the photograph. Insta: dogportraits_ch & andrea_aliotti_photography