I'm torn. August has been an amazing month. There is so much going on. I don't know what to write about first.
The condo fell through. I guess that would be upsetting if it
hadn't turned out so well. I moved in with Liz in Ambler. The last
Musick has left Philadelphia. The city did make one last attempt to
kill one of us, but it looks like it will have to wait.
August redefined synchronicity for me. Atheists can find it
difficult to talk about fate. But whether through random chance or
human intervention, sometimes everything just falls into place. And so
it was that a series of fortunate events led me to a place where
synchronicity is almost common enough to be cliche: Black Rock City.
I camped with an amazing group of people. A group I barely knew
that took me in and showed me the ropes. They have gone to the playa
year after year and set up an outpost of civilization in a place where
no life was meant to be. From the food, to the sound system, to the
showers, to the bar, to the structures and organization, they allowed me
to leave my concerns far behind. They are really an amazing group of
people and I hope they know that. I just wanted to thank The
Philadelphia Experiment and wish them all joy. I love you guys.
I could give a thousand examples of how the right set of
circumstances led to magick. From the Root Society music leading me out
of a dust storm to choosing the right time to go on walk-about to pass
by Atomikamp when they were opening up the fallout shelter, to the
amazing young woman that let me borrow a hand cart, to the amazing
gentleman who needed to use it after me. I said many times during the
week I was out there that "The playa provides.". Time and time again,
it proved me right.
However, even in this place where the laws of physics and statistics
seemed somehow skewed, I can not say I felt as one with the playa.
That is until the man fell. There was something primal in that release
of energy. There are traditions now and plans and performance pieces,
but at the root of it, the destruction has a power all its own. I
walked around the debris several times and then just kept walking. I
walked wherever the mood struck me and eventually returned to my beloved
PEXies. I revelled with them and found warmth as the night grew cold.
We danced into the morning and gathered as the sun rose over the
mountains that give the area its name. It was then, looking around at
the smiles and joy that I realized that this place was a place of
healing, of contact, of love. I praised the sun and the land and the
joy that morning.
I was on breakfast crew a few hours later and stayed on the playa
for another 30 or so hours, but right then I saw in the eyes of other a
reflected light I sometimes forget is there. I hope that I was able to
do the same for them.
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