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Date Posted: 20:54:02 08/23/05 Tue
In reply to:
james
's message, "Grateful Fest" on 16:44:24 08/23/05 Tue
>turning off the car and the cell phones we enter
>festival world, sitting on folding chairs under tall
>trees typically around a fire ring with the buzz of
>conversation and laughter in the background echoing
>off the depth and density of the forest with the
>occasional woooohoooo howl and looking around we see
>folks from all ages and walks of life most with tie
>dye clothing or some garb that reflects the culture of
>our scene, more natural, kind, and bright and out in
>the distance is the sound of music trickling through
>the woods and we ask our friends if they want to go
>for a walk and we do and there is no rush or stress,
>time doesn't really exist here, it's festival time, so
>we wonder through the labyrinth of dirt roads that
>lead out to the sandy sunny beach and it's a different
>environment - a huge lake-like quarry, sometimes
>referred to by the NLQP uninitiated as the ocean,
>river, lake or pool - which harbors sunbathers lying
>on the soft white sand and many children running
>around in bliss of either building sandcastles or
>spinning hula-hoops and the quarry is filled with
>smiling hippies and more children getting refreshed
>from the hot humid Ohio air, and far out in the middle
>of the quarry are thrill seekers jumping off tall
>ledges either diving or performing some body
>contortion twists and landing in the 50 feet deep
>water which is dotted by human bodies floating on
>colorful rafts peacefully allowing the water to take
>them to their paradise of summer relaxation and as we
>stand looking out there we catch a whiff of some
>beautifully aromatic burning herb which we soon
>recognize as white sage which is burning next to a
>circle of people all sitting with there knees up, most
>with dreaded locks of hair, beards, and shirtless with
>multipocketed shorts and Birkenstock sandals and a
>collage of natural jewelry adorning them, mostly
>constituting earthly materials such as crystals, hemp
>and metals which, when asked of the owner, contain
>some meaning beyond image, a meaning more spiritual
>such as protecting against negative psychic energy or
>aiding in aligning the chakras and so we look around
>and we see groups of friends standing, sitting,
>walking - there is the festival buzz going around,
>people are smiling, some are dancing and few to none
>are bitter and this fills us with a sense of joy and a
>vision of a more peaceful, colorful, creative and fun
>world when we compare it to what’s happening on the
>outside of the festival gates where the sterility and
>dryness of corporate America mixed with a fear of
>being different and unaccepted by the norm keeps them
>in the bubble of conditioned existence; but we don't
>dwell on that and come back to the moment of the
>festival and walk down vendor row browsing at the
>cornucopia of hand-crafted items for sale such as phil
>kuntos' psychedelic pencil drawings that you haven’t'
>seen since you were walking around tripping after the
>show at Nassau coliseum in fall of 89 or the hand made
>drums, tie die shirts, glass pipes, hand carved
>walking sticks, incense, eye ball photos, and all the
>hippie attire you could wish for and as we walk we
>hear the clanking of bells from a passing by diva with
>a twinkle in her eye and glowsticks around her neck
>and wrists which have since burned out since last
>night's party and her long flowery frilly flowy dress
>adorns her legs and her torso is only covered by a
>hemp bikini top even though her stomach is quite large
>and hangs forward, she is not self conscious because
>through the lessons of the entheogens she has learned
>to accept herself and love herself and for that she
>walks with her head up instead of down and we notice
>that there is more than just image in this culture,
>there is life and spirituality and love and with this
>realization we are drawn to the front of the stage
>which is a big open wooden stage set back next to the
>beach but with a dirt dance floor in the front and a
>grassy area towards the back which folks take refuge
>in the shade which is provided there along with the
>picnic tables and microphone-stand forest of tapers
>eagerly keeping an eye on theie input, output and
>power cords that slither across the ground waiting to
>trip some aloof
>untrained-how-to-walk-near-the-taper-section hippie
>and who are also eagerly awaiting that ever-so-crucial
>tape flip but back to the music now allow it to enter
>our ears and gradually move our bodies a bit looking
>around at who else is dancing and feeling inspired we
>close our eyes and totally focus on the music as it
>moves us into flowing rhythmic body movement and we
>breath and the breath and the music and the dance are
>slowly starting to amalgamate and an inner world of
>emotional imagination emerges animated by the melody
>and lyrics of the tune but we start to get lost so we
>open our eyes to reintegrate the earthly plane and
>check in with the energy that is around us and we are
>astonished to find others in the same web of primal,
>tribal, earth-stomping dance energy and it invigorates
>us to dance even harder and we begin to sweat and our
>hair flies as we swing our heads and begin to feel the
>special fungus we bought from a gnome-like sketched
>out dealer with a hood, sunglasses and a grateful dead
>pin with wings pinned to his hat named Tree and ate an
>hour earlier start to dissolve our egos and shift our
>ordinary consciousness into a one which is more light,
>subtle, and psychedelic causing an unnerving sensation
>in the stomach yet brilliant and colorful in the eyes
>and intense, jarring, and illuminating in the mind
>causing the music, environment and self to synergize
>without effort which to some can be ecstatic while to
>others less veteran in consciousness journeying be
>terrifying as the sense of self starts to dissolve and
>melt away into a state of being which is graspless and
>tends to put all our unresolved subconscious and
>dormant personality issues including our fear of death
>directly in the spotlight of our attention but before
>we freak out and try to run away from ourselves
>unsuccessfully we remember the spiritual lessons we’ve
>learned and practiced since our last inner trip and
>utilize them and suddenly our world is transformed
>seeing with the true eye as reality is and let go of
>holding on and surrender to the universe and as we do
>we start to feel the nurturing love that radiates
>within and fills our soul with warmth and it is so
>beautiful we can only cry and raise our hands up to
>the sky as the singer sings of an ‘angel standing in a
>shaft of light, rising up to paradise’ and we cry even
>more in the realization of that synchronicity and of
>how there really is a higher power and the mushrooms
>get stronger and ordinary reality is dissolving before
>our full-moon-pupil eyes as now the singer announces
>that the forces have teared loosed from the axis and
>we understand that he is talking about our illusory
>egos and masks have been temporarily dissolved and WOW
>this music knows what’s going on with us - searchlight
>casting for thoughts in clouds of delusion – the
>lyricist must have been here himself – shall we go,
>you and I while we can – since this is our time and
>the doors of perception have opened – through the
>transitive nightfall of diamonds – to the innermost
>dimensions of our soul, shimmering with beauty in the
>image of it’s creator; which leaves us with only one
>desire – to be sung back home.
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