Falco Tarassaco was a visionary, an eclectic artist, an unparalleled source of inspiration. He said that he came from the future to build a better future, and he devoted his entire life to this purpose (and now it continues on another plane).
He laughed at those who thought he was a show-off, and he offered the best of himself to those who joined him in the adventure of creating Damanhur and the Temples of Humankind.

He shared his knowledge in many different ways: through Games, Humor, Theater, the School of Meditation… At the end of his life, he transmitted the dignity of living intensely until his last days, focused on his mission, which is creating a new plane of reality, a strong alternative to the frail and uncertain time that we can see before us.

One of the ways he invited us to reflect was through stories, metaphors that open to new understandings. This is one of those stories.


“So, the Ant who discovered fire brought the news of this great discovery to the queen and her companions.
Of course they did not believe her, and all the insects, invited and encouraged by this enthusiast, went to the place of the miracle, but alas, nothing was burning anymore, nothing caught fire in front of the magical drop that just minutes before had acted like a lens, concentrating sun rays on a pile of dry leaves.
The little ant was made fun of and mocked by her companions, and she was punished by the queen.

The next day, a beautiful sunny day, Ant went to meditate in front of the dew drop, hanging like a bright, ripe fruit from a long blade of grass.
“She’s still there!” said some nearby insects who were giggling and still making fun of her. They did not really know why they had gone there, a bit out of curiosity, a bit because they were attracted by the mystery.

Ant tried again and gain to put pieces of leaf like votive offerings in front of the drop, but nothing happened. She prayed. She waited. Time passed and the sun rose higher and higher in the sky.
Various curious companions got tired of waiting and left. Others had arrived and were standing around her, fascinated by her words of prayer. Some even carried twigs and pieces of dry leaf to her.

She was also tired now. When the Sun reached the exact position, the rays were concentrated and a pale thin thread of smoke lazily rose up from the votive bush. Synchronically, the was flame lit up by a light breeze.
There were those who laughed in silence. There were those attempted to help the little ant in her work, doubling her efforts.
This time others had witnessed the miracle and everyone swarmed around to say that it was true, it was true, the sun had come to the earth! But when the news got to the queen and the rest of the anthill, nothing was happening anymore.
Not knowing how to control their own force, they let the fire go out. There was only a pile of ash, a symbol and ‘vibhuti’ for the ants converted to the New Force.
Another day passed. Dark clouds quickly drifted across the sky, hiding the sun. All the ants were waiting for the magical hour when the sacred fire would miraculously flare up, but the sky became ever darker. At the predestined time, nothing happened.

So, many ants that had embraced the New Force renounced their faith and fervently instigated opposition against Ant and the few remaining faithful ones.
The bringer of the idea of ​​fire tried to explain that it was not the hour of the miracle, it was the sun that was the generator of everything, but she was only mocked and persecuted.
In the following days, she discovered that by climbing a blade of grass and using a thread from a spider web, it was possible to change the position of the drop with respect to the sun.
She learned, with the help of her companions, how to bring water droplets into folded leaves to form larger drops where they were needed. She found sunnier places, and she learned how to place in the fulcrum of the concentrated sun rays the thin, dry branches. She learned how to dry them in the wind, how to compress them well, and how to move air with bits of leaves to give more energy to the fire…”
(To be continued…)