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  • The World Is Waking Up — Are You…?

    The World Is Waking Up — Are You…?

    Our “Only for the Brave” campaign just ended — and it outperformed expectations by more than 102%! It was a so-called Blaze campaign where WordPress share a post to many more potential readers than I have on my blog.

    This  meant thousands of new readers across the world have now seen the call to challenge their beliefs — and many have joined the journey.

    For me, this milestone isn’t just about clicks or stats. It’s about connection.

    Every person who paused to look, to feel something, to wonder if a better world is possible — that’s one more spark of awareness lighting up the collective mind.

    If you didn’t get the ebook during the super-low promotion, don’t worry — it’s still just $4.99 on all ebook platforms. That’s less than a cappuccino for a story that invites you to imagine what life could look like beyond money, fear, and limitation.

    ✨ Waking Up isn’t just a fantasy. It’s a reflection of what humanity could become when trust replaces trade, and creativity flows freely again.

    order now

    The world is waking up.

    One reader — one brave soul — at a time.

  • Only for the brave

    Only for the brave

    This book is dangerous.

    It questions everything we take for granted —

    and it might just wake you up.

    This book is only for the brave. Are you one of them…?

    If you’re brave enough, here you have it today and tomorrow(October 6.) only for $1.99.

    This post is just a courtesy to my friends and followers who may not subscribe to BargainBooksy, where the main campaign runs on October 6. 2025.

    👉 Order Waking Up – A Journey Towards a New Dawn for Humanity now for only $1,99. If you are brave…

    FOR THE BRAVE

    (NB!Choose Kindle from the list to reach your local Amazon store and get the reduced price.)

  • Who Decides? Exploring Governance in a Post-Capitalist Future

    Who Decides? Exploring Governance in a Post-Capitalist Future

    From monarchs to ministers, tyrants to technocrats — every system humanity has tried has eventually run aground. Why? Because they were all built on the same foundation: the human ego.

    No matter how noble the structure, egoic consciousness — rooted in fear, separation, and the hunger for control — has repeatedly turned governance into domination. Democracies become corporate. Revolutions become regimes. Even well-meaning leaders fall into power struggles, corruption, or burnout.

    As long as the ego remains the operating system, the structure is secondary. The real revolution must be internal.

    That’s why in Waking Up, the transformation of society begins not with policy — but with a global awakening from the ego. Only when the majority of people have remembered their shared essence, their interconnection, and the joy of giving and sharing rather than grasping, can new models of coordination and care truly take root.

    So the question becomes:

    After the awakening… what kind of decision-making and collaboration arises?

    In a post-capitalist, post-egoic world, governance is no longer about control. It becomes about coordination, stewardship, and transparent collaboration. Let us explore six evolving models and frameworks that point the way.

    💜 1. Collaborative Councils: Miki Kashtan’s Nested Model

    Miki Kashtan, co-founder of BayNVC and author of Reweaving Our Human Fabric, proposes a deeply human form of governance rooted in Nonviolent Communication. Her model centers around Convergent Facilitation and a nested structure of local-to-global councils:

    • Local communities make context-based decisions.
    • Representatives, accountable to their communities, participate in broader coordination.
    • Power is exercised with care, through inclusion, feedback, and shared purpose.

    This model avoids both top-down authority and the paralysis of consensus by using skilled facilitation to uncover shared needs and create agreements that work for all.

    Key Insight: Empathy and clarity can replace coercion and confusion.

    🧪 2. AI-Assisted and Sortition-Based Systems

    Emerging digital democracies experiment with a blend of:

    • AI decision support: analyzing complex data and modeling outcomes
    • Sortition: random selection of citizens to serve in rotating assemblies
    • Liquid democracy: delegating voting power flexibly to trusted participants

    These systems aim to reduce bias, increase representation, and create fluid, adaptive decision-making models that can scale globally while remaining locally rooted.

    Key Insight: Technology can serve human values when it amplifies fairness, not control.

    ♻️ 3. Consensus-Based Governance

    Consensus is a timeless model used in indigenous communities, intentional groups, and spiritual traditions. It emphasizes shared understanding and alignment over majority rule:

    • Everyone’s voice matters
    • Proposals evolve through discussion
    • Outcomes seek full consent or at least deep acceptance

    While sometimes slow, consensus fosters trust, accountability, and a culture of listening. When combined with facilitation (as in Miki Kashtan’s model), it becomes more effective and scalable.

    Key Insight: Collective wisdom often emerges through dialogue, not votes.

    🌍 4. The Venus Project: Decisions by Design

    Jacque Fresco’s Venus Project envisions a world where governance is replaced by systems-based planning:

    • Decisions about infrastructure and resource use are made through scientific reasoning, not politics. Decisions are arrived at based on what is the most logical and rational solution
    • Cities are designed circularly for maximum efficiency and sustainability
    • Technology handles logistics; humans pursue learning, art, and connection

    While sometimes critiqued as technocratic, this model removes ego and profit motives from decision-making entirely.

    Key Insight: Science, when applied ethically, can guide resource stewardship more wisely than ideology.

    🌿 5. The Natural Exchange System (NES): A System — and a Mindset

    The Natural Exchange System (NES), from Waking Up, isn’t governance in the usual sense. It’s not about administering rules. It’s a shift in consciousness:

    “As long as the resources exist, are used sustainably, and no one is exploited, why shouldn’t everyone have what they want and need?” — Aweena

    NES removes the need for trade, ownership, or barter. People contribute because they want to, not because they must. Needs are visible, and flows of goods happen organically. With this system and mindset, governance and management is barely necessary because fear, hoarding, and inequality have vanished.

    Key Insight: When we release the need to exchange, we free ourselves from the need to control.

    🔄 6. After the Awakening: What Remains?

    When the ego no longer drives our behavior, governance dissolves into guidance. Power hierarchies are replaced by transparent coordination, local empowerment, and global empathy.

    In this world:

    • Councils convene as needed, not forever
    • AI serves human values, not market logic
    • Consensus reflects our interdependence
    • Science supports life, not profit
    • NES becomes the soil from which all collaboration can grow

    We stop asking who should rule — and start asking how we can serve.

    ✨ Conclusion: From Rulers to Stewards

    Humanity’s past was built on fear, defended by ego, and maintained through systems of control. But our future can be different. If we awaken to our shared being, then governance is no longer about who gets to decide.

    It becomes about how we live together.

    The best governance may not be a system at all. It may be the result of shared values, open hearts, and a collective remembrance of what it means to be human.

    If this vision speaks to you, discover more in the book that started it all.

    👉 Get your copy of Waking Up: A Journey Towards a New Dawn for Humanity  HERE.

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  • We Already Have It In Us: How Voluntarism is Building the New World.

    We Already Have It In Us: How Voluntarism is Building the New World.

    Get this: On a remote beach in the Galápagos Islands, a group of people gathers under the sun, bending down to pick up pieces of plastic and other trash. They are not paid. There is no boss. No clock ticking. Just hands moving, hearts aligned, a shared sense of purpose. This scene has repeated itself for over 30 years, thanks to a volunteer program inviting ordinary people to protect one of the most extraordinary places on Earth.

    This is not a dream of a better future. This is happening — right now.

    And it’s not just in Galápagos.

    Across the globe, millions of us are already doing the work of the New Earth, without waiting for permission or paychecks. It’s not radical. It’s not revolutionary. It’s not niche. It’s mainstream.

    NES – the Natural Exchange System

    In my book Waking Up: A Journey Towards a New Dawn for Humanity, the Natural Exchange System (NES) is the system that has replaced money and trading. It mimics nature in the sense that there is no reciprocal exchange. Every part does its thing and is fulfilled in doing it. Plants produce food and oxygen. Bees collect nectar from flowers and so on. Humans do what feels most natural and interesting for them without any monetary transactions. It’s based on a natural flow of contribution — where people offer their time, skills, and care because they want to, not because they have to. It’s a system of inspired action, grounded in trust and meaning.

    🌱 The Spirit of NES is Already Here

    But we don’t need to wait for the future to experience  the idea of a Natural Exchange System (NES) as described in the book. We simply need to see it — and recognize it for what it is.

    Here are just a few powerful examples:

    • 🌲 The Student Conservation Association (USA) has seen over 50,000 volunteers contribute more than 2 million hours each year to trail building, habitat restoration, and conservation research.
    • 🌳 Bergwaldprojekt (Europe) mobilizes volunteers to maintain forests and ecosystems across Germany, Switzerland, and Austria — reconnecting people with the Earth.
    • 🐨 Conservation Volunteers Australia engages over 10,000 local and 2,000 international volunteers annually in hands-on environmental work — from replanting forests to rescuing native species.
    • 🌍 The Green Belt Movement (Kenya), founded by Nobel Peace Prize winner Wangari Maathai, has empowered women to plant over 51 million trees, rebuilding ecosystems and communities together.
    • 🇦🇲 Armenia Tree Project has planted over 8 million trees since 1994 — thanks largely to unpaid, inspired citizens.
    • 💪 Voluntarism: A Massive, Measurable Force

    If you think voluntarism is just “extra,” think again. The economic value of unpaid work is staggering:

    🟢 In the United States alone, volunteers donated approximately 6.9 billion hours in 2024.
    🟢 Each hour is valued at $34.79, according to Independent Sector.
    🟢 That’s a total contribution worth over $167 billion annually — more than the GDP of many countries.

    And that’s just one country.

    Globally, the value of volunteer work is so vast it rivals national economies. According to international studies, if we tallied up all the unpaid hours humans give to each other and the planet every year, it would exceed the GDPs of most nations on Earth.

    Let that sink in.

    We’re not just talking about potential anymore — we’re talking about proof.

    ❤️ We Want to Contribute

    Why do people do this?

    Not for profit.
    Not for status.
    Not for survival.

    We do it because it feels right. Because it connects us. Because it matters.

    This is what the future looks like.

    A world where contribution comes not from guilt or obligation, but from joy and connection. A world where we aren’t driven by scarcity — but by meaning.

    🌟 The Call of the New World

    The volunteers of Galápagos didn’t wait for NES to be formalized. They simply acted. So did the forest protectors of Europe. So did the open-source coders, the disaster relief teams, the community gardeners, the school lunch helpers, the animal rescuers.

    NES is already here.

    It lives in the spaces where money doesn’t reach — but humanity does.

    The world of Waking Up isn’t some distant fantasy. It’s the world we’re already building, hour by hour, heart by heart. If you want to dive into this future and experience it through the eyes of Benjamin Michaels, you can order the book here.

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    So let’s name it.
    Let’s claim it.
    And let’s grow it — together.

  • We Already Have (more than) Enough

    We Already Have (more than) Enough

    The Myth of Scarcity and the Truth of Global Abundance

    I asked ChatGPT a simple question:

    “What if all the world’s resources were distributed equally to every human — how much would each person get?”

    The answer stunned me. Shocked me. 


    Because it wasn’t based on utopian fantasy or futuristic technology. It was based on what humanity is already using today.

    In 2024, we consumed about 106 billion tonnes of natural resources — metals, minerals, fossil fuels, food, timber, plastics, and construction materials.

    If we shared that equally among 10 billion people — the projected global population in the world described in my book Waking Up — every person would receive:

    10.6 tonnes of resources per year


    That’s 10,600 kilograms per person, every single year.

    Let’s turn that into real, tangible things.

    🏠 What a Family of Four Could Receive Every Year

    Let’s imagine these 10.6 tonnes of resources were shared among a typical family of four. What would they be able to build, eat, power, and own — every single year — if we simply distributed the world’s existing consumption fairly?

    🏡 Housing

    • Each person receives enough material to build a small home every 10 years
    • So a family of four could build one full home every 2.5 years
    • That’s the equivalent of a modern 80–100 square meter (860–1,075 sq ft) home — with solid structure, insulation, plumbing, windows, and roof.
    • In other words: each year, they could build 40% of a full, comfortable family house.

    Housing insecurity would vanish — not through charity, but through simple logic and fairness.

    🛣️ Roads

    • Each person gets enough for 5 meters of paved road per year
    • So a family of four could build 20 meters of road annually.
    • In just five years, that’s 100 meters of road — enough for a private driveway, bike lane, or access road to connect with others.

    🍽️ Food for All — and Then Some

    A family of four would receive over 16,000 kg of food per year — that’s more than 43 kg per day per person.

    That’s more than enough to:

    • Feed four people abundantly every single day. And some animals.
    • Eliminate hunger in every household
    • Still have surplus — even accounting for spoilage and waste.

    On a planet this productive, the fact that people still starve should be unthinkable. And yet, here we are.

    ⚡ Powering a Comfortable Life

    Each family would receive enough energy resources annually to:

    • Drive several thousand kilometers
    • Power lighting, refrigeration, cooking, heating, cooling, and digital devices.
    • Run all essential appliances without strain.

    No one needs to live in darkness.
    No one needs to burn firewood to boil water or freeze in winter — unless our system forces them to.

    📱 Consumer Goods in Stunning Abundance

    With current global output, each family of four would receive over 4 tonnes of consumer goods every year — that’s the weight of a large SUV, made up of electronics, clothing, furniture, and household appliances.

    Just for perspective, every year a family could get one of the following:

    • ~14,000 smartphones
    • ~1,700 laptops
    • ~60 refrigerators
    • ~2,800 pairs of jeans
    • ~84 dishwashers
    • ~400 TVs
    • ~24 motorcycles
    • ~3 cars
    • ~2 small boats


    I know, this seems insane and unbelievable. But these are numbers chatGPT has produced based on hard factual stats found online. 

    Obviously, no one needs this much.


    That’s the point.

    🤯 We’re Not Running Out — We’re Overflowing

    If every person on Earth received an equal share of what we currently extract and produce, we’d all be living in high abundance, comfort, security, and dignity.

    This isn’t some green fantasy. It’s already happening — we just aren’t doing it fairly.

    And here’s the kicker:


    This is based on our current, wasteful, inefficient, throwaway system.

    Everything truly needed — and much of what we desire — could be freely available to all.
    Not in the future. Not after some miracle. But now.
    The Earth already gives us more than enough.

    The only reason we don’t see it is because we’re living under the wrong system.

    Capitalism isn’t malfunctioning — it’s functioning exactly as designed:
    to make the rich richer by extracting value from the rest. Of all the extracted resources every year, only 10% goes to actual consumption. The rest is converted into profit for the 0,1%…

    If we simply shared fairly, designed wisely, and prioritized human need over profit,
    there would be no scarcity — only abundance, dignity, and freedom.

    And perhaps the most astonishing part of all this?

    🌱The Planet Is Still Here — And That’s Miraculous

    Despite our extreme overconsumption — 106 billion tonnes of resources extracted every year — the Earth is still here.
    We are still here.
    Forests still stand. For now.
    Animals and insects still survive. For now.

    The oceans are here still.
    Many wild ecosystems continue to breathe, against all odds.

    It’s a testament to the planet’s resilience… and a source of real hope.

    But it must not become a resting pillow.

    This level of extraction is not sustainable. Not because humanity needs all of it — but because the monetary system demands it.

    We don’t consume because we lack.
    We consume because the system profits from turnover, waste, and artificial growth.

    We mine, cut, burn, and discard — not to meet human needs, but to feed the engine of profit.

    So let this simple truth echo loud:

    The world has more than enough. But the economy doesn’t let us act like it.

    And that is why we need a new way forward — one rooted in purpose, fairness, and intelligent design.

    That’s the world I imagine in Waking Up.


    That’s the conversation this book hopes to begin.

    If you are curious about what this future might look like then you can find out in the book that is available now:

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  • Waking Up Is Live — The Vision I’ve Carried Since Childhood

    Waking Up Is Live — The Vision I’ve Carried Since Childhood

    Launch Day: $0.99 today only. Tomorrow it’s $4.99.

    This isn’t just the launch of a book.
    It’s the sharing of a vision that’s been growing in me since I was a child.

    Ever since I was young, I felt something was off. The world didn’t feel right — not because of one specific injustice, but because something deeper was missing. I didn’t have the words for it then, but I sensed it: a disconnection. A deep forgetting of who we are and what life could be.

    Even in the sci-fi stories I loved, the future was almost always dark — dominated by machines, greed, control, or survival. But I dreamed of something different. I longed for a future that was beautiful — not naive, but healed. A future where we had awakened from the madness. Where humanity had finally grown up.

    That’s the seed behind Waking Up.

    The story first took shape as a film script in 2011 after I had met The Venus Project the year before. but really, the story has been with me all along. But then, in 2015, everything changed. A massive stroke stopped me in my tracks. My body broke down. My life was split in two.

    But that’s when something deeper also broke through.

    What followed was my own journey of awakening — of humility, healing, surrender, and rediscovery. I poured that into the story. The protagonist, Benjamin Michaels, wakes up 100 years in the future in a world beyond money, war, and fear — but he doesn’t wake up completely whole. He carries some brain trauma, emotional instability, confusion. I gave him those traits because I knew them. I had lived them.

    This book is fiction — but it’s also a mirror. A memory of what we once dreamed. A reminder of what we still can become.

    👉 Waking Up is live now — and just $0.99 for today only.


    Tomorrow, the price returns to $4.99.

    And no — there’s no excerpt this time.
    If you want to keep reading, you’ll need to take the leap. 

    Preorder period is over, you will receive the e-book today.

    From the depths of my heart, thank you.


    Let the awakening begin.

    👉 Get the book here 👈

    — H

  •  Countdown to launch:  Day 7 –  1 day left to launch

     Countdown to launch:  Day 7 –  1 day left to launch

    Only one day left! 🚀 This is your last chance to preorder Waking Up before the official launch tomorrow!

    Preordering today not only guarantees you the special launch price — it also helps boost the book’s visibility when it goes live. Every early order makes a real difference! 🙏✨

    ORDER HERE


    To celebrate how close we are, I’m sharing a powerful moment from Chapter 7. Greenhouse, where Benjamin Michaels faces the breathtaking transformation of a world he no longer recognizes… and begins to wonder if he still has a place in it.
    Here’s today’s excerpt:

    7.  Greenhouse

    Benjamin Michaels staggered into what he once knew as his office—a place where deals had been struck, fortunes amassed, and empires expanded. Now, his sanctuary of power and influence had been transformed beyond recognition.

    The smell hit him first. Damp earth, the faint sweetness of blooming flowers, and a sharp tang of citrus filled the air. The sterile, corporate atmosphere he had once cultivated was gone, replaced by something warm, organic, and… alive. He looked up, and sunlight filtered through glass panes high above, bathing everything in a soft, golden hue.

    Rows of lush greenery surrounded him. Papaya trees stretched toward the ceiling, their vibrant fruits hanging like ornaments. Vines crawled along the walls, their tendrils weaving intricate patterns. Brightly colored flowers he couldn’t name formed splashes of red, yellow, and violet amidst the green. Water trickled softly somewhere, its sound blending with the rustling of leaves. 

    Ben stood frozen, his heart pounding in disbelief. His old desk—the mahogany monstrosity that had once been the centerpiece of the room—was gone. In its place stood a simple table made of polished bamboo, its surface adorned with a cluster of small potted plants and a little box projecting some kind of holographic data feed. 

    He stumbled forward, brushing against a vine. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, his voice hoarse. 

    A voice answered from behind him. “It’s a community greenhouse now.”

    Ben spun around. A man in his late forties stood there, his face weathered but kind, dressed in a loose shirt and pants that looked as if they’d been designed for practicality over fashion. He carried a small watering can in one hand and a pair of gardening shears in the other. 

    “Who are you?” Ben asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

    “Daniel,” the man replied, setting down the watering can. “I’m part of the team that maintains this place. It’s a community effort.”

    “A community effort?” Ben repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. He turned back to the plants, his gaze falling on a papaya tree. “This was my office,” he said, his voice trembling. “And my daughter’s inheritance…”

    Daniel was quiet for a moment, then spoke gently.

    “It still is, in a way. Just… not the way you imagined.”

    He gestured around them, to the trees, the vines, the soft trickle of water.

    “She inherits this too. All of us do. The whole planet. It’s not about property anymore. It’s about shared stewardship. No one owns it — we belong to it. To the planet.”

    We’ve read about you. Benjamin Michaels, right?”

    Ben nodded numbly. 

    “You’re part of history,” Daniel continued. “What you built… it helped pave the way for the systems we have now. The world changed. It had to. The way things were… it wasn’t sustainable.”

    “So you tore it all down?” Ben snapped, gesturing wildly at the greenery. “Turned it into this… this jungle?”

    Daniel’s expression didn’t waver. “We didn’t tear it down. We grew something new. Something sustainable. Everyone here shares in the work, and the harvest. It’s a place of abundance and sharing, not competition and hoarding.”

    Ben felt a lump rise in his throat. His legs wobbled, and he sank into a nearby bench—a simple, sturdy thing made of reclaimed wood. He buried his face in his hands, trying to steady his breathing. 

    The memories came flooding back: the deals closed in this very room, the laughter of his team as they celebrated their successes, the nights he’d spent alone, plotting his next move. And now… now it was all gone. 

    “I don’t belong here,” he whispered devastated, more to himself than to Daniel. 

    Daniel didn’t sit down but stood nearby, giving Ben space but staying close enough to be a quiet presence. “It must be hard,” he said gently. “Waking up in a world that feels so different. But you’re here now. Maybe that means you have a part to play in it. Here, have some papaya, they’re just ripe” he said, handing Ben a plate with orange papaya cubes and a fork.

    Ben looked up at him, his eyes glistening. He wanted to argue, to tell Daniel he was wrong. But deep down, he knew the man was right. He was here. For better or worse, this was the world he had woken up to. And as much as it terrified him, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder what his place in it might be. The papaya tasted good, hungry as he was.

    For now, though, the only thing he could do was sit and eat papaya, try to breathe, and wonder… What had the rest of the world come to..?

    History is made by those who dare to dream. Preorder Waking Up today — tomorrow, a new world awakens. 🚀🌍

    MAKE HISTORY HERE

  •  LAUNCH COUNDOWN: Day 6 – Just Two Days Left to launch

     LAUNCH COUNDOWN: Day 6 – Just Two Days Left to launch

    A Glimpse of New York… 100 Years later...

    Yesterday, on day 5, I shared the first 10 pages of the first chapter set in the future; chapter 5. Panic — Ben waking up and panicking  in a world transformed.

    Today, I want to take you a little further with chapter 6. New York,
    Into what was once the heart of Ben’s world.
    But now into a city that has… evolved.

    This is just a glimpse of what’s coming.
    In just 2 days, the full story is yours if you preorder it now for just $0,99:

    PREORDER HERE

    Transitioning from the last paragraph of chapter 5:

    The capsule began to slow, a soft hum filling the air as it approached the Velocity Terminal in New York City. Ben leaned forward, his heart pounding with a mix of hope and trepidation. What would he find in the city that had once been his home?


    ———

    Here are the first 3 pages of chapter 6. Enjoy.


    6. New York

    Benjamin stepped out into a world unrecognizable. Towering green walls dripped with vines, and sunlight filtered through vast canopies of trees that lined the streets. The air smelled fresh, like after a summer rain, and the low hum of activity came not from honking cars or thundering motorcycles but from people laughing, talking, and working together in the open spaces.

    Everything was immaculate yet alive. Areas of neatly tended grass stretched between the buildings with clusters of trees and vibrant shrubs, while wildflowers peeked through in charming, untamed bursts. Some of the old buildings still stood, preserved as relics of the past, but the spaces between them had been reimagined as lush forests. Cozy, meandering pathways wound through the greenery, dotted with people walking, biking, and pausing on benches to enjoy the serene atmosphere. The fumes Ben was used to from New York was gone, replaced by fresh forest air.

    As Ben stepped onto a meandering path, the city unfolded before him like a living, breathing canvas of color and motion. The people were as varied as the wildflowers and trees lining the pathways, each an expression of individuality unbound by convention. A man strolled past wearing a deep green jacket with intricate leaf-like patterns embroidered into the fabric, his boots softly crunching against the gravel. Nearby, a woman walked with confidence in a dress that refracted light into faint rainbows, the effect subtle and mesmerizing as the sunlight caught its edges.

    A child skipped ahead, dressed in what looked like a patchwork of vibrant, hand-painted fabrics, each square a tiny story. Her hair was adorned with glowing beads that pulsed softly in rhythm with her steps. Two others followed her, one in a sleek jumpsuit of smooth, matte material that hugged their form, the other in a loose tunic and trousers, dyed in shades of blue that seemed to mirror the sky above.

    Ben’s attention was drawn to a young woman weaving gracefully through the crowd. Her movements combined the elegance of ballet with the fluid power of gymnastics, as though the pathway was her stage. She leapt and turned with effortless precision, her long, flowing garment trailing behind her like a whisper of wind. The fabric shimmered faintly, catching the light in fleeting moments but remaining understated. Those she passed paused to watch, their smiles warm and appreciative of the spontaneous performance.

    Above them, a young man on a floating platform sailed gently over the crowd, his outfit a simple blend of earthy tones that harmonized with the greenery below. He waved at those on the path, his expression serene, as the platform adjusted its height to navigate the curves and archways of the park-like setting.

    Everywhere Ben looked, the city thrummed with life and creativity. No one hurried, yet the streets were alive with energy—conversations, laughter, song, and the occasional melody from a handcrafted instrument carried on the breeze. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen: a world not just alive but flourishing, every person a brushstroke in a masterpiece of humanity.

    Above the grass-covered streets, sleek golden, egg-shaped Anti-Gravity Vehicles (AGVs) glided soundlessly, their motion so smooth it was almost hypnotic. They emitted no noise, no pollution—just an elegant, purposeful presence that complemented the diverse scene below. Humanoid robots moved among the gardens, pruning bushes and tending to flowers, but they weren’t alone. Humans worked alongside them, their interactions harmonious and unhurried.

    It was like stepping into a vision of paradise. 

    But to Ben, the sight brought a different sensation—something cold brushing against the edge of his thoughts.

    The robots were elegant, sure, moving with a strange fluidity, even grace. Their gestures mimicked human care as they trimmed leaves or handed tools to gardeners. One even knelt to tie a child’s sandal before continuing on its way.

    But rather than feeling inspired, Ben felt something twist inside him.

    “They’re doing the work,” he thought. “All of it.”

    He scanned the area again. No one seemed in charge. There were no supervisors, no bosses, no payroll, no urgency. The people nearby were smiling, exchanging ideas, experimenting with new plants, sketching designs on invisible screens in the air, but the labor—the maintenance, the heavy lifting, the tedious bits—seemed to fall on the machines.

    In his world, work had meant survival. Money meant security. And jobs—however soul-sucking—had given structure, purpose, identity.

    “If the robots are doing everything,” he wondered, “then what do people do? What am I supposed to do?”

    He looked down at his own hands, suddenly hyper-aware of their stillness. For the first time since waking up, he didn’t just feel out of place—he felt obsolete.

    Ben’s feet carried him forward, almost without thought, as he took it all in. His awe was tinged with disbelief and confusion, his mind struggling to reconcile this idyllic city with the chaotic New York he remembered. Then, through the haze of wonder, his eyes locked onto a familiar landmark: the Freedom Tower.

    ———

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    In just 2 days, the full story is yours if you preorder it now.

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  • Day 5 — 3 Days Left until Launch

    Day 5 — 3 Days Left until Launch

    Today, I want to share the first ten pages of Chapter 5: “Panic.”

    This is the moment where the future really begins.

    Until now, we’ve followed Benjamin Michaels in a world that feels uncomfortably close to our own — a man of wealth, power, and terminal illness, making one last bet on a future he may never see.

    Then… he wakes up.

    And nothing makes sense.

    This is the first chapter set in the future. It’s long. It’s raw. It’s where everything he thought was real begins to unravel — and where his real journey begins. Not just across time, but inward. Because waking up isn’t just about cryogenics. It’s about transformation.

    Thank you for following me on this countdown. If you’ve preordered already — truly, thank you. And if not, the book is still just $0.99 until launch day.


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    Now, here is:

    Chapter 5: Panic

    (excerpt begins below)

    5. Panic

    A faint, rhythmic beeping pierced the black void. Muffled voices murmured nearby, pulling Benjamin Michaels from the abyss of unconsciousness. Slowly, the darkness began to crack, light bleeding through in soft, overexposed patches.

    “All systems are working now,” Dr. Alvarez said, her voice firm and clinical. Her long black hair framed a face both striking and calm, her faint Spanish accent giving her words a soothing cadence.  

    “Okay,” Dr. Carter responded, his youthful enthusiasm barely concealed under his professional demeanor. This one male. Tinged with curiosity, “Let’s see if there’s any consciousness in there.”  

    Ben’s mind floated somewhere between awareness and confusion. He tried to anchor himself, but the words drifting through the haze made no sense.  

    “Not too much cell damage, at least on this one,” Dr. Alvarez continued.  

    “Yes, he’s from 2015. They’d come quite far with the vitrification process by then. These people actually have a chance. Only thirty years earlier, and they’re… mishmash.” Dr. Carter added.

    Mishmash? Ben’s groggy mind grasped at the term, but it slipped through his mental fingers like smoke.  

    The man’s voice took on a note of excitement. “Pretty incredible, this project. I’m glad there was a consensus on waking up the stiffs. I mean, we’re waking up people from a century ago! Imagine the mindset differences. He’s in for quite the surprise.”  

    “Let’s hope he can integrate easily,” Dr. Alvarez replied. “You’re new here, aren’t you? This is my hundredth wake-up.”  

    Her tone softened, and Ben felt the weight of her words pressing against the fog in his brain.  

    “He could come around any time now.”  

    The light grew sharper, shapes beginning to form. A blurred ceiling loomed overhead, sterile and sleek, punctuated by the hum of advanced medical equipment. Two figures hovered in his periphery, their faces indistinct.  

    “I think the time is now,” Dr. Carter said. “His eyes are open.”  

    Ben blinked, the blurry shapes sharpening into the faces of a man and a woman dressed in futuristic white coats. 

    A third figure, a nurse, stood off to the side, observing silently.  

    “Mr. Michaels?” Dr. Carter asked.  

    Ben struggled to form words. His throat felt dry, his tongue leaden. “Wh… where am I?”  

    “You’re at the Cryonics Hospital in Scottsdale, Arizona,” Dr. Alvarez answered. “I think you should rather ask ‘when,’ not ‘where.’”  

    “When?”  

    “The year is 2115 in your time frame,” Dr. Carter said, smiling slightly.”Although we call it 56 YC now. You’ve been asleep for a hundred years. Welcome back.”  

    A hundred years? Ben’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to sit up but was immediately overwhelmed by dizziness. The woman reached out, steadying him with a firm hand.  

    “Take it slow,” she said. “Can I call you Ben?”

      He nodded weakly.

    “We just need to run a few basic tests,” she continued, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers do you see?”  

    “Two,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.  

    “Good. Can you tell me your full name?”  

    “Benjamin Thomas Michaels. YC?”

    “Yes. The Year of Civilization. The first year no human was killed by another human on the planet.” Dr. Alvarez replied.  

    She looked into the air in front of her, her gaze flickering as if reading something only she could see. “Your mother’s name?”  

    “Sarah,” he said automatically.  

    “And her maiden name?”  

    “Johnson.”  

    “Excellent.” The woman straightened, sharing a brief glance with her colleague. “How are you feeling, Ben? Any headaches?”  

    “A little…” He reached up, brushing his fingers against his face. His hair was longer, thicker than he remembered. His chin, usually neatly shaved, felt strange with a wild and untamed beard.  

    “We wash it but let it grow,” Dr. Carter explained. “Letting you decide your style for yourself later.”  

    Dr. Alvarez adjusted his bed, easing it into a sitting position. “Let’s see if you can sit up without dizziness. There are still some nanobots in your bloodstream, repairing damaged cells. You might feel them as a faint tingling, but can also give you a headache now in the beginning.”  

    “Nanobots?”  

    “Yes, nanites, tiny machines that fix your body at a cellular level. After a freeze like this, there’s always some work to do.”  

    Ben’s heart raced. The surreal words—nanobots, freeze, a hundred years, 56 YC—were too much to process. He clung to the one thought grounding him: his cancer.

    “My cancer…” 

    “Gone,” Dr. Carter said gently. “The nanites repaired the damage. But there’s still a little healing left for your brain to handle.”  

    Ben swung his legs over the edge of the hospital bed, the cool floor beneath his feet grounding him in the moment. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the hum of distant machinery filled the air.

    “Ben, you shouldn’t strain yourself too much just yet,” Dr. Carter cautioned, moving toward him with outstretched hands.

    “But I feel fine,” Ben replied, brushing off the concern as he steadied himself. Then, after a pause, he added softly, “And my family…?”

    Dr. Alvarez and Dr. Carter exchanged a glance, the kind that carried unspoken weight. 

    “Ben,” Dr. Alvarez began carefully, “it’s been a long time. We don’t know of any…”

    “My trust,” Ben interjected, cutting her off.

    Dr. Carter tilted his head. “Your trust?”

    Ben pushed himself upright, ignoring their cautioning gestures. The doctors moved to steady him as he took tentative steps, his movements unsteady but determined. He looked around, almost marveling at his own ability. 

    “And you… did this? Cured me? I actually feel fantastic!” Ben exclaimed, a smile breaking across his face.

    “Well, it was…” Dr. Carter hesitated. “You still have some very minor brain damage from the freeze. We recommend letting your body repair itself fully.”

    Ben’s mind raced, calculating, speculating. He murmured under his breath, half to himself, half aloud, “One hundred years of value increase… oh my god… that’s at least…” His eyes widened. “I have to find my office.”

    Ben’s excitement boiled over as he suddenly leaned forward, gripping Dr. Carter’s shoulders with a burst of energy. His voice trembled with intensity. “I feel fantastic! You’ve done something incredible. Thank you. Truly. Just… let me out of here so I can access my trust!”

    Dr. Carter blinked, startled. “Your trust?”

    “My assets! My money!” Ben’s voice rose with excitement.

    Dr. Carter took a step back, his hands raised in a calming gesture. “Mr. Michaels, you have to get back in bed. You shouldn’t excite yourself too much right now. There’s still some brain repair to complete. It might make you a little emotionally labile for a few weeks.”

    Ben frowned. “Emotionally labile? What does that mean? I have brain damage!?”

    Dr. Carter hesitated, searching for the right words. “It means…”

    “Brain repair?” Ben interrupted, his voice sharp and anxious.

    Dr. Carter sighed. “…that you might become somewhat emotionally…” He paused again.

    “Just tell me!” Ben demanded, his frustration boiling over.

    “…Unstable. Like impatient, for instance,” Dr. Carter finally admitted.

    Ben’s hands shot out, grabbing the front of Dr. Carter’s coat and pulling him close. “Just… take… me… to… my… money!” he growled, his face inches from the doctor’s.

    Dr. Carter’s eyes widened. “There isn’t any money anymore,” he stammered.

    Dr. Alvarez sent Dr. Carter a stern look, as if to silently reprimand him for the bluntness. Ben froze, his grip loosening.

    “What do you mean there isn’t any money!?” Ben’s voice cracked with desperation.

    “Ben, please get back into your bed,” Dr. Alvarez said gently, trying to guide him back.

    “What are you talking about? The trust! Is it gone? What the…” Ben’s voice rose again, panic setting in.

    “No, no,” Dr. Carter said quickly, trying to soothe him. “Everything will be explained later during your integration. Just…”

    “Tell me!” Ben shouted, clutching his head as a sharp pain shot through it. “Aaaah!”

    “Please calm down, Ben,” Dr. Alvarez said firmly. “The bots are still working. You’ll get a headache if you exert yourself too much right now. Please relax. Lie down.”

    Ben groaned but allowed himself to be guided back into the bed. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes darted between the doctors, still filled with worry.

    Dr. Alvarez’s voice softened. “You’ll have a little headache for a while, but it will pass as the nanites finish their work and your body adjusts to being alive again.” She hesitated before adding, “When it comes to money and the lifestyle of this new world, you’ll get an introduction very soon that will help you integrate into society.”

    Ben’s lips trembled. “So, what are you saying? My trust is gone?” His voice broke, and he clutched his head again. “Aaaah!”

    “Don’t worry, Ben,” Dr. Carter said, his tone soothing. “Everything is fine. Just relax, and it will all be clear in a few days. There’s nothing to worry about.”

    Dr. Alvarez picked up a small device. “Here, I’ll give you a light sedative to help you sleep.”

    Ben felt the slight pinch on his arm and murmured incoherently as the medication took effect. His eyelids grew heavy, and his final words before sleep overtook him was a barely audible, “My money…”

    Darkness consumed Ben, but it didn’t offer peace. Fragments of memories and emotions crashed through his mind. He was back on the streets of New York, but everything was warped, dreamlike. He sat on the cold pavement dressed in rags, an  empty tin can trembling in his hands. The city skyline loomed, mocking him, while faceless figures walked by, their laughter sharp and cruel. One figure threw a penny into his tin can.

    “Thank you,” he mumbled to the passerby, his voice hollow. The tin can clinked with two single coins, their sound echoing in the void.

    The figures began to morph, their faces becoming his own—dozens of Bens staring back at him, their eyes empty. “No money,” they chanted, their voices merging into a deafening roar. 

    Exhausted, Ben leaned his head against the wall behind him, nodding off a short minute.

    Then, in the dream, he awoke suddenly, finding the tin can empty. A frantic search began, crawling on all fours, his fingers scraping against the pavement, hunting for the lost coins. His breath quickened as realization hit him: everything he had in this world was gone.  A sense of dread tightened around his chest, echoing even as he awoke in the hospital. 

    “My money!” He screamed sitting up in his hospital bed, his voice echoing in the empty room. No one was at work this early in the morning, save for a lone robot in the hall.

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  • What Do We Actually Want? (And Do We Really Want to Live in a Bunker?)

    What Do We Actually Want? (And Do We Really Want to Live in a Bunker?)

    Day 4 of the Countdown – 4 Days Left until launch

    I like the Silo series.

    I’ve read the books. I’ve watched the show.
    And I get the appeal — the suspense, the mystery, the tension… it’s gripping.

    But I have to ask:

    Do we really want to live in a bunker?

    Cut off from the sky. From the Earth. From each other. (spoiler alert:) Do we really want to obliterate the whole of humanity with nanotechnology and move underground for hundreds of years…? Maybe we instead can use nanotechnology to help save humanity and the planet…?

    Maybe I like dystopias like Silo because they make the contrast so clear.

    They remind me of what I don’t want.

    And that helps me clarify what I do want.

    And when we step out of fiction and look at what people actually say brings meaning to their lives, the answers are remarkably consistent:

    📊 Here’s what global and U.S. research shows people truly value:

    1. Family and Relationships
    In most countries, family is the number one source of meaning. In the U.S., it’s consistently first.

    2. Health and Well-being
    A global Ipsos survey showed health and wellness as the top contributor to happiness worldwide.

    3. Purposeful Work
    71% of Americans say work they enjoy is key to a fulfilling life.

    4. Friendship and Community
    61% of U.S. adults name close friendships as essential.

    5. Financial Stability
    Important, but never the whole story. It’s what supports the deeper things.

    ———

    Waking Up is about building a world that reflects these values.
    Not a bunker. Not a silo.

    A world rooted in joy, community, meaning, and care.

    Today marks 4 days left until the book is released.

    And since we are HALFWAY ON DAY 4 WITH 4 DAYS LEFT, I would like to share the whole of chapter 4 with you. Ben has collapsed tucking his 4 year old daughter in and has been rushed to the hospital to commence his plan… Please enjoy:

    4 .Transition

    Hectic activity filled the hospital environment. Ben had just been declared dead, and his body was rushed to the preparation room. He was rolled down a hallway surrounded by doctors and nurses in hurried conversation. Bags of ice surrounded his pale face, his eyes closed, lifeless.

    “Quick, quick, we have to get him to the preparation room,” the doctor urged, running alongside the gurney.

    They arrived at the room where the cryonic staff waited, their movements precise and practiced. The attending doctor addressed the cryonic specialist.

    “He’s declared dead now. He’s all yours. What are his chances?”

    As the team began to drain Ben’s body fluids, the cryonic doctor spoke, his tone calm but optimistic. “Well, with the techniques we have available today, it’s not impossible he can be revived sometime in the future. We replace his fluids with cryoprotectants and vitrify his body to minimize cell damage.”

    The attending doctor watched, intrigued but skeptical. “Well, I wish him the best of luck.” 

    The sound of hissing tubes and the faint hum of machinery filled the air as liquid nitrogen vapors curled around the cryonic tank.

    A worker carefully rolled the tank into storage, its surface gleaming under the dim lights. It joined a long row of identical tanks, standing like silent sentinels in the dark space. A small panel on its side blinked steadily, indicating that the freezing process was commencing.

    The cryonic tank settled into place, surrounded by a faint mist of liquid nitrogen. As the storage room fell silent, the world outside carried on, transforming in ways Ben could never have imagined. 

    While he remained in stasis, the Earth continued to spin, and humanity faced both its darkest challenges and brightest transformations. In the wake of war, famine, and pollution, a profound shift began. Conflict gave way to cooperation, as people around the globe worked together to rebuild a world worth living in. 

    Deserts started to green, reclaimed by flourishing ecosystems. Forests grew dense and vibrant, while clean rivers wound their way through the land due to pollution being completely halted. Cities rose anew, powered by sustainable technologies, their designs harmonizing with nature rather than conquering it. Across the skies, the sun rose and sat over landscapes that teemed with life, a testament to human collaboration and ingenuity. 

    A century passed in an instant for Ben, his frozen form unaware of the new world taking shape outside his tank. Yet, the Earth itself bore witness to the transformation, evolving into something far greater than what he had ever imagined…

    If this resonates with you, you can preorder Waking Up for just $0.99 until May 2. And read the whole story.

    We’re at 19 preorders. The goal is 200. Please don’t hesitate.

    What do we actually want?

    Maybe it starts with asking the right questions…

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    Stay tuned for a new excerpt tomorrow…