Immersed in Emergence
There is something about being apart of a new emerging culture that feels so old, so primitive, so primal, and so instinctual that one would almost think time and space only existed to those who truly believed in them. In our temporal three-dimensional reality that we experience every day, the norm to mainstream society is a state dominated by fearful illusions. Time is a linear, mechanical, money making machine and space is just somewhere that is ‘out there’ and/or ‘in between’ objects that are actually in perpetual motion whether we perceive them that way or not.
How does one step beyond that in order to transcend and experience the truth of being that is timeless and spaceless?
I guess it’s all relative or dependent upon ones own individual perception of the reality in which they choose to live. Being someone who moves between these many worlds, I have to be honest and say that things can become quite confusing sometimes, but without any mystery, this story would be quite boring.
The latest in the mystery led me to the liminal festival visionary vortex space of Emrgnsee Music Festival, held just outside Salem, OR where I built my second installment in the Earth Meditation Consciousness 2012 series.
My intention remained the same as before, ‘listen to the land to see what needs to be created, and be a channel for the divine to come through,’ and boy did it ever.
In the middle of the field where the Interchill and Native State Records ‘Sound Garden’ was to be installed, there lay a large pile of woodland debris densely packed together and ready to be burned and danced around.
I saw something a little different.
Rather than think about what I was going to do or build, I started taking apart the pile and simply listening to the elements. As the pile thinned and came lower to the ground, I noticed a shape emerging from the pile that looked quite femme-iliar.
I stared at the mound of materials and laughed loudly enough to echo into the woods nearby and allow all the other creatures to hear my ironic discovery come to the forefront of my conscience.
A giant yoni had risen from the ground and I was destined to create a GardeNest out of the rubble in order to return to the garden from which I came. The informal fun name of the piece became the “Woggle Wooga Weega Whaga.” I spent two days building, using only raw organic materials I found from the land and following the plan of intuition and intention.
When I had to leave to go to “work” on Friday, the GardeNest was presentable, but I learned later that people didn’t really get a sense of what it was until we finished it in the playshop I fa-silly-tated on Saturday.
I barely made it back in time after a long night of singing, dancing, praying, drinking medicine, and waking early for a film shoot the following morning for the romantic comedy, Simple Connections. I arrived an hour late, rounded up as many people as I could and without having to say almost anything even vaguely describing what I was trying to create, a group of about 10 people helped finish building the GardeNest within an hour.
The cellular memory of the collective tribe instantly remembered how our ancestors once lived and within moments, a portal into another dimension was created for people to experience our ‘ancient future.’
Later that evening I performed a sacred clown ritual involving an elaborate red and white costume, a mala mantra, reiki meditation activation, and ingesting one of my favorite Fun-theogens. As soon as I exited the womb I transformed into the ultimate trickster, interacting with people in ways that I never had before and instantly turned every situation I entered into one of mystical magical merriment. At least, that’s what I was going for and the routine seemed to be well received by most since everyone returned rather ridiculous reactions in my reflections direction, which must have meant I was having a positive affect on the freaky underground dance tribe. Talk about time travel!
Possessing, controlling, and maintaining an energy that is beyond oneself can be challenging, but it also offers an opportunity to completely surrender to whatever might be happening at any given moment and open up channels and pathways to ecstatic happy bliss with an effortless ease you may have never known was there or might have thought lay somewhere beyond the reaches of what you allow yourself to experience.
As I danced to the Glitch Mob in the middle of the night, I thought to myself,
“What a bunch of fools we all are
Dancing under the stars
In search of something beyond ourselves
We simply move wildly with passion to the music
Hoping that something will pop out of the nights sky
Reassuring us that we are not alone"
More details and insites to come...
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