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.