love releasing in the wind…

Well, if you made it to the end of that last blog entry, you probably deserve a medal! That was some serious length and subject typing going on there!

In the last few days I’ve been to 4 different gatherings / parties and didn’t even get to sleep on Sunday at all.

Leaving here in a few days feels so strange, potentially even painful. Every week I just keep meeting more and more wonderful people here, sigh… but thus is life, at this point my path is forward. I trust in that.

Well, if you made it to the end of that last blog entry, you probably deserve a medal! That was some serious length and subject typing going on there!

In the last few days I’ve been to 4 different gatherings / parties and didn’t even get to sleep on Sunday at all.

Leaving here in a few days feels so strange, potentially even painful. Every week I just keep meeting more and more wonderful people here, sigh… but thus is life, at this point my path is forward. I trust in that.

So friday I went to a live fiddle, strings, flute jam that kinda sounds folkish, rythmic – with singing but no percussions. People here were in costumes of various sorts, you know: a girl in blue in a box, a guy wearing a penis outfit… nothing out of the ordinary! I had on my semi oriental prince gettup with my silken flowing pants and double button shirt.

I had here a very interesting conversation about the psychology of spiders with a girl with blue hair [Tiffany]. We discussed how a spider has to deal with the fact that every time it catches a meal; it must kill it to live, even though it is helpless and in theory the spider could free it at any time – balanced by the fact that a spider must die to have sex [male eaten by female] or die in the process of birth [female dies when egss are released from her back]. A sort of mercy or closure to the cycle of helplessness as the male comes to terms with his own fate for love – and the female who eats her man; his last gift of sustenance which ensures the woman enough food to give birth – a joint [if slightly delayed] dualistic-joint-procreation-death. For her: birth is her sacrifice. But for the captured; at a certain point the pray must give into the experience of dieing and accept its fate. Only once the captured prey’s being accepts its destiny to be eaten [or that it IS being eaten] will it then be able to transcend…
😛

Then we left this party to go for the dub jam session [the same place i was at for the last few weeks]. Naturalist sauna with chanting, beat boxing, singing. Cold outdoor rain, icy pools, outdoor showers; then back into the sauna room for more heat, meditation and peacefulness.

As with each time I’ve been, there seems to be a few permanent members, and then about half the people there seem to be new; or at least, infrequent visitors.

This time I met a few nice new people, in particular a girl named Kyrsten.

After a few hours of jamming on drums and with a little melodic percussive in a nice music circle, I took my leave and cycled home at about 5am.

Saturday was the big day, cause this was the burning man decompression. It started at 3pm and was set to end at 6am the next day! There was some good names on the line up like Bluetech and ELF.

So many things happened here, I guess the best way to summarize is with a bullet list:

* receiving a rose by a Russian lady
* getting glittered and a henna tattoo
* seeing many many friends of mine that I had met in all the preceding weeks, I now know a good percentage of the community here…
* participating in the monkey chant
* suffering [erotic?] stimulation on this bizarre electric chair which I did not feel comfortable totally letting myself go in [the women seemed generally much more into it, though some guys were really into it too… so its hard to say]
* sharing soup with a very elegant lady from the 1920’s who had a painted moustach
* watching a girl do a short private strip tease for me in a booth
* getting my photo in the year book
* writing a love letter which got randomized into a mail box for someone else
* really good conversations about work ideology with a friend: Anna.
* hanging out with a nice stilt walker called jingle and a yellow pirate
* making a complete fool of myself with one girl by not acting when i should have, and then when i did make a move; doing it all incredibly wrong and awkwardly
* being naughty and making out with a girl in the exhibitionists corner
* nibbling off grapes being fed to me by two other girls outside after the party while they practiced tantric [orgasmic] breathing [this was quite the experience, I think one of the girls: Krianna and I will stay in contact]

Aprille was also there, it was really nice to see her again and spend some time together.

In between all this, I went to another concert of an amazing, I am soooo hooked reggae band called:

Groundation

The music was superb; real roots reggae; from the soul, pure message, just ripping – I was so into the music by the end; just dancing away like crazy, tooting at every silent music… it’s time’s like this that you know music is divine. If you don’t know them yet, and you think you could like reggae, I highly recommend this band to anyone. I’m going to pick up “HEBRON GATE” since I heard from a friend that this album was particularly remarkable.

The concert was actually sold out! But some how… I managed to get it! What a blessing.

So yesterday, after a whole day of not really being able to sleep, and semi-down, I went out and bumped into Kyrsten in the street from Friday’s dub session. We had a very nice talk in a dinner where she was chilling and we made a ‘rendez vous’ for tomorrow at 12; I’m looking forward to that. Only 2 more evenings and 2 more daytimes left before I go! How strange… especially since I just keep meeting more and more people here…

Anyways, enough of this talk; I’m going to head to a book store now and grab some titles people have been recommending; a spread of poetry, philosophically stimulating scifi/fantasy and some other more theoretical titles ranging from eco topics to the ancient principles of basic geometry and numbers. I’ll need something to kill all that time at the airport on wednesday!!!

love,

Sebastian.