Post Burning Man effects still rippling through, the comprehension of it seems unlikely, and it's definitely too soon to measure. So I take it in sips, plugging into the free-forming storyboard of my journey, days indistinguishable from the other. My 4th year feeling like my first, meeting so many virgins and being able to share my stories has made me extrememly grateful to touch people in compatible vibration. 

Random Rab Sunday sunrise @ Fractal Nation sent me on a profound return to the weavings of the elements. I began saluting the rising sun, and my body quickly and unexpectedly went into abstract un-shaped cruise-control. It beamed with the sunrays, it let the wind direct it and move right through it, wearing me so thin until I became part of the tapestry. Cells integrating and dancing while Torus energy field expands, whooshing into my private heart field, I squatted and stretched my hands out for the sun and moon until I held them in the palms of my hands. 

I felt the magic play between them, they were talking and laughing to each other. They hadn't spent that much time together in a while, especially while listening to Gyroscopes. The avalanche of gratitude/bliss/nothingness space I crumbled into child's pose, face down in the playa, feeling the speck. on a speck. on a speck. a random, beautiful nothingness. 

A couple of sun cycles previous I was fortunate to play magician/priestess in a cosmic birthing experience of a friend of mine who (one could say) does not exactly live in this dimension most of the time. She speaks in conundrums, like 'we are the golden seal' and I have to rhythmically travel back to Ayahuasca states to be open enough to receive this esoteric information, and yes, it's both believable and unbelievable, as the thought goes ping-ping-ping between the right and left hemispheres. I mean those of us who call ourselves light beings, or star beings, or growing into that realization blahblah (anyway) we are now seeing with curiously different eyes, moving through dramatic transformation as the collective grid grows stronger and instructions hold greater clarity. Living on Playa only intensifies it by pulling n pushing with all the connections + confirmations. Conceptual time dissolves into a series of coincidences colliding with the inevitable cosmic hairballs we are forced to deal with upon the fun house-angled multiple reflections. 

I spent a gorgeous 30 minutes in Center Camp with Hug Nation, exchanging embraces with beings thanking me for being there and for making the burn so incredible. I told people how unstoppable they are. Staring deeply into many bright eyes: slobbering + giggling from the overflow of unconditional love. I chanted in circles with hundreds of people channeling monkeys, connecting with our primal voice + mischievous play. I kissed two boys with pink hair approximately half my age. I tell this news to my friend Eli, who approves and says, 'I love to coug at the burn' as if the word cougar could be conjugated. I was in no rush to end my 9 months of celibacy, I was in a continual 'I don't care' mode. My practice has made me shiny and feeling special, and some are able to sense it, some to the point where all they can do is kiss me. 

During my yoga class, I offered the idea of making an intention at Burning Man, because the manifestation energy works swiftly compared to the clogged urban ihuman jungle. Requests are granted with the sting of a retaliation smack, the giant glitter hand with your ancient name written on it, movingsofast there's no time to duck. I landed with the notion to remove all self-doubt of my greatness. I am owning my magic and it's effects on people. I am I am I am. As a teacher I have never experienced such a present class, hovering on every moment, nodding in agreement, constructing our container with precise wizardry.

One of the reasons we are here on the material plane is to experience relation'ships' of all sorts, lasting anywhere from a blink to an entire karmic laundry list of a lesson-filled reflection/connection. The universe is our cosmic sea, we are sailing round each other either trading, cruising, or perhaps docking for a time because it's too-too tempting, irresistible without hesitation. It's beyond words and descriptions, as they are young concepts and serve zero justice. 

The permission to Be, express and experience oneSelf fully is overwhelming. It's also dangerous! because once someone gets a taste, it spreads. It will not fester or question any longer. It just does n does n keeps on - until it's doing itSelf. Deeply tapped into the language of interconnectedness and listening, supported and encouraged to flourish + nourish the soul. How many burns does it take to get to the center? Stop counting I say. The idea is to habitually trip yourself up, to take on more responsibility, to see yourself as valuable, vulnerable, a moldable fountain of creative fearlessness. Burning Man is the experiential portion of this live-action program. It's more realization than remembering.