Mesaj Catre Mentori

Citation

Iftimi, A. (2006), "Mesaj Catre Mentori", Journal of Organizational Change Management, Vol. 19 No. 6. https://doi.org/10.1108/jocm.2006.02319faf.001

Mesaj Catre Mentori

I was thinking of looking at the gate of the spiritual Universe again ...

I touched the cold embroidered handle with my hand ...

And I heard the celestial purling of the authorities who had stepped from there to here, the hopes, the fulminating energies and the sadness of the last touch ...

I pushed the immense metal and glass door with my whole body.

It had fit closely and it surrounded me: do you want to pass?

I crept, crushed when I closed the scowling gate.

A mild white and blue wave woke up all my receivers.

Am I my self now?

You close me inside yourself like inside of a convent... And it's snowing like in Fulga's soul.

Nothing was like no-one ...

Be like eyes in our eyes ...

I will be.

That's how I started to be my own manager, that's how the first managerial act was born.

I was doing what I knew.

Now I know what I'm doing.

I now had I wanted.

I was, somehow.

Now I know my way of being.

I was thinking that maybe I could do.

I could be thinking of what I could do.

I was what I had been.

I am what I will be.

Let me live once more, the same intense, the first contract with force beyond the rabble...

All was only marble and Balasa.

So many blue tinges were girdling my neurons.

I could hear my steps and my dress breathing.

I had small insteps and I tip-toed, so that.

I could hear myself, with my eyes staring at the blue figure's eyes and at their Samson's hair.

I was among them myself.

How strange!

The sky like light blue in which my body fit and Balasa's blue sons matched perfectly, wonderfully.

I stept on the marble steps, I started to count ... and I felt the light which embodies the colored glass windows.

Where should I like first?...backwards at the hall with lost fool steps or forwards at the steps one by one?...or upwards, through the colored glass windows at the truth in the Light?

The strategy of a butterfly.

What do you think is hidden in the cobweb of threads, at night, at dawn, on a mulberry tree branch?

That's how I started.

That's how I unwound spirales, codon, after codon, the way the message was in the pre-destiny.

And when it ended, I ended, I accepted the memory and still became new.

The colors of oxygen in the air, in the blood, in the crystal, in the lightning.

It's the same ....and clearly another destiny.

Now it's only Me with myself, I belong to a group, an organizational culture, I elaborate important projects, everything is programmed.

I survive by means of adaption.

I pay even when I'm breathing.

I'm thinking the way and what the others think.

I now know to evaluate strategies, how to separate the strong points from the weak points, how to build – up strategies.

I know how to motivate my group and how to lead them to fulfill the purposes...

Ariadna IftimiVaslui County Schools' Inspectorate