I died two weeks ago

I died two weeks ago. I had a wife and a daughter, I was 34, and was the first among my peers to die. I've seen them come and throw flowers on my grave before I was resurrected. Then I've seen how my own death changed their perspective on what's important and what's not. I became some sort of a silent angel, with yellow flowers growing behind my ears, and long white wings, like a greek god. I've seen my daughter grow with another father, I saw her lose her mother, I've seen an olden family house that once was full of life, I've seen how people turned to hobbies, got heart attacks from working or studying too much, and I've seen others eat eve's fruit before they died.

This was a real mind opening experience. In a short simulation where I was born again, and made my choices from scratch, where I had another chance, where I was a carpenter, and a university dropout. Where I was denied life, but learned to embrace it, after I died.

This was only one part of a life-workshop I took part in, in the beautiful Danish North Zealand city of Helsingör, with 20 other "people at crossroads" from all over Europe, aged 23-63.

We learned what it meant to be alive, not by lectures, but by reliving it. We also learned how valuable it is to go out and ask strangers for validation: we had a task to exchange one needle to stuff of a higher value, and many of us ended up with a bag full of worthy stuff in less than two hours.

We also learned trust - as we stage dived on bare hands, also feeling like greek emperors and empresses. We drew ourselves, our pains, our dreams, the happiest versions of ourselves, and wrote a "cook book" for achieving the desired happiness: tools, ingredients, and processes.

We learned that empathy only comes when we drop our egos, and then uncovered unimaginable levels of appreciation, of love, of humanity, of happiness, of music. Never before have I really believed that love can achieve so much, the unbelievable, the unimaginable. Random acts of love - like being a secret guardian angel to an unknown stranger.

We learned building consensus despite severe divides over what is moral and what is not, over judging and none-judgement, we learned the value of the consensus commitment.

This was all part of an EU funded workshop, at the Danish International Peoples College's entitled "At a crossroads" . Well worth spending every second of my vacation time, the changes it left me with are for a lifetime, and so are the friendships, and not least the love, the forgiveness, and the appreciation of just merely being alive.

And so began my seasons of love.... a life not measurable with years, days, coffee cups, laughter or strife... a life only measured by amounts of love.

arriving to the IPC with my lovely GF

 Taking a rest at the Louisiana Museum of Modern Arts

 Me and Nadia showing our sand artwork on the Helsingör beach

Stage diving 1 - the trust game

Stage diving 2: the trust game

Group Photo