I didn't have to wait too long. The magic of the gift-economy is bathing our communities. On September 3rd, I refused to accept a 20 dollar bill which was offered to me as a payback for an activist-conference ticket I got for a brother. Luckily, the sister who volunteered to take us to that meeting, 45 minute drive in her car, showed up at the right moment of the conflict** and then the tank of her car was randomly/kindly filled. Later that night, an hour later and out of the blue, a gift-economy rebel gave me one of those $100 bills. How did it happen? I don't know. But I surrendered to what Gandhi called the "Divine Radio". In silence, I tuned into the frequency and I started to think: "how would I use it to bring more kindness in our community, _right now_?" The answer was easy: a meal to nourishing the bodies, minds and souls of our beloved "Be the Change" local satyagrahis. The next day, Thursday, the legendary Berkeley Sproul Plaza witnessed another community awareness-act, also known as protest (the FBI and the University of California Police Department raided the Long Haul, an operation center for Food Not Bombs, Cycles of Change, East Bay Prison Support, Slingshot Newspaper, and the "authorities" stole at least 12 of the computers that are helping to planetize our movement). After exercising some Free Speech, the timing was perfect to feed the bodies of some rebel souls. We had a very nutritious meal at a vegetarian, organic and (more importantly) _local_ place a few blocks from the defense of the urban forest, actually, a block from People's Park. All paid by some random/unknown revolutionary. Wherever you are, _you_ generous heart, please receive a profound thank you. Your kindness in giving is creating intense love. Our recharged bodies and stubborn souls were ready for the last 5 days of the 21 month protest. On Friday, the trees started to fall and the echo was heard across the globe. Later that weekend, our fearless rebels, both at the top of the trees and at the ground level, responded with more Ahimsa to the threats of the police of the University of California: "Negotiation Not Confrontation (NNC)" "We are not about dead-lines, we are about life-lines. We toss you this life-line so that you can grab it anytime you want" they told Vicky, the chief of the UCPD, as she threatened the satyagrahis with more legaloid charges and physical extraction (including a bulldozer which was used to excavate the surroundings of the redwood -tearing up some of its roots- while the remaining 4 civil disobedients were holding the NNC banner ~100 ft above the ground). The lack of imagination temporally won. An oak older than the University of California is gone, but that gift-economy meal will be nourishing our creativity and souls forever. Perhaps the example of this kind of satyagraha will expand our community's circle of kindness to include all living beings. If you want to be a rebel, be kind. Human-kind, be both. In service, Some citizens of The Earth Community. ** Yes, the rebels of the kindness revolution have conflicts that escalate the love ;-)