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Favorite moments…

Walking in and being greeted by Kuan Yin, the jungle vegetation and the soothing off-spray of moisture. The vacillating circle in coloration brought me to her feet. I marveled at the unity of all the individual plants, somewhat off center, yet balancing to form a collective home for our greeter, the goddess of compassion and listening. Humh, listening I pondered and tried to find my breath as she bathed me in her warmth. Had a moment.

I brought offerings to her and the wooden goddess and pretty much all the female deity forces that are present and brought into intent: I clipped magnolia-like flowers accented by burnt red leaves and sweet white bell bottoms that surrendered to gravity in an arch of a canopy, they formed a heart, with a red background and an arch through it all, gathered from Prospect park.

She brought me into stillness, or the space around her. I became grounded. Came to my breath and the first thought that popped into my head was WOW! Who is this crew and how can I get with them… Wooot wooot

Then the waaammmbaly wamble of the soothing beats lead me past the cushy fuzzy fraaggal rock room and past the alter room (note to self: I have not nearly enjoyed this physical hug of a creation nearly enough in my previous ChuRCH’s experiences, must chill more often).

I pass Nataraja, the god of Dance. The first image that was evoked by this deity was that of the surfer on wave, if the universe, if the original Big Bang created a wave when it first banged into creation: Nataraja would be the surfer on the cusp of creation, riding the pulsation that extends the edge of the universe into a land that was not was before ?!”? Fuzzy wazzzy was was a naval.

I do feel we are creating new space. I feel like I am returning to the womb, or an all encompassing warmth began to envelop me as I stepped onto the dance floor, first carelessly and rushed overtaken by familiar land and then with a pause returned to blank state, pausing at the door, letting the artistry of the symmetry, the lighting and the articulation of space into a geometric balance take hold.

My sight goes to the center of the DJ booth. Ganesh is holding it down, the remover of obstacles. Small, unobtrusive, held by winged walls of swirling spirals that are back lit to give a soft glow of rising day or seating night. Woooot Wooot.

Mikio is laying beats under pink and fuchsia canopy that gives a sense of warming fires over head coupled with an image of undulating flesh that hints to the gateway of the physical depths of a woman. Wooot. Let me catch my breath, I haven’t even danced yet.

My sight goes to the back of the room, Hannah is sitting at the opposite end. I present her with the bouquet of gathered foliage.

She is one of the immediate female energies that I have in mind when laboring/working to create the space that I have entered. There are some most amazing women associated with this gathering I remember them and the females that made me possible.

The labor of love, the “work” to create this space has been one of the most interesting discoveries/experiences that I have had with CHurCH: of putting in 14 hours of grunggy dirty cleaning and feeling joyed at the exhaustion of my body to the point that under normal circumstance I would become crabby, grumpy and moody but at that moment something switches and the muscles and their movement become infused with love, or willingness to take action, and care to bring all my attention to the task at hand. It is one of the most meditative experiences that I have had.

When I become tired I think of my mother and her labor, and of all the creative female forces, all the woman that have brought life force. I image myself on fields of fertile soil working with nature to bring sustenance, health and wealth to my tribe, sometimes it is fall, sometimes it is winter, but it all has the same intent.

As abstract as it seems, in my mind, as another Freekazoid described it, that this, whatever this is, is the most potent investment of personal energy. For me I feel that we are in a potentially apocalyptic war and creating this space, where all are welcomed is the most effective action that I can take towards bringing about world peace. And I sink into my breath and I scrub. And as the beats build and the people enter I feel bathed in showering of liberated self expression.

I closed my eyes and the music takes over. I love this time/space. I feel whole. Or at least not torn a sunder by the crazziness of the vacillations in my mind that pull to and fro, in and out, ifs and could be’s and what is soooooo..

But it is so. When I let the music lead me, articulating me and all I have to do is stay with my breath, with my heart and I am cleansed, nourished and challenged with each beat...

Moments:

It was most marvelous to walk around and see Miss Lady O Sno, and Chelsea lounging on the side. I saw this tribe as a pride of lions and seeing these two amazing women as huntresses in the clan I bustled with joy at being able to pounce around with ya’ll.

Bouncing on the perch next to lights with Blacklight as he infused his strength into the growl of the music. It was most exquisite to come to the rhythm of the room and each person expressing their particular adaptation of the base line, all attuned, like a mass of vibrating engines bustling in unison.

I felt the entire night had tenderly fierce growl.

The image that kept coming into mind, which guided my dance was that of a pack of werewolves, recently impinged by a movie that depicted werewolves as a link with nature, when we could transmute from human to animal form, by the willingness of our beings… Knowing the deep interconnectedness between ourselves and nature. I felt primordial and evolved.

I felt dark, forestry, mysterious Transylvanian mountainsides being razzed through by a clan of a pouncing panthers summer salting into exuberance.

The space time continuum ruptured many of times. I felt the electrons in my body pulsate at such a rate that I began to feel the pulsation of life force that imbudes. Most tasty, scrumptious and delicious.

Blacklight and Lady O Sno, thank you for continually sparking the hope of love in me, balanced and passionate partnership. BL our conversations and seeing you with your love continuously melt away my jadedness.

Haj Ji, most proper warrior. I can not even express my admiration for your strength and dedication. Your ability to handle an infestation of parasites that does not allow you to eat and gnarls at your life force and you shake it off, not missing a beat is most inspiring.

Hannah, did not know you to had returned with these unwanted invaders. It did not show warrior princess, you held t down so most inspiringly.

Another moment: passed out on the platforms, feeling I had nothing left in my body and being entranced by Hannah’s strings. All thoughts vacated and later when I became conscious I was in the middle of the dance floor in jubilation, pouncing up ragged cliffs, and then the base Dropped and took me to another realm.

Yeah! I think this nyxyss thing is going to work.

What else oh yeah, still sitting on the perch and seeing Tigger go Supernova in the middle of the dance floor. It felt like I was in a cave, the roof came off and I was quenched in electromagnetic radiation, pure heat, like a thermonuclear acceleration. Wow sister. I love how you bring it…

Finally passing out on the platforms and having a private set by Haj and Mikio into the wee hours of the next day, being surrounded by freeks… basking in the after glow of the night letting our bodies subside, melting, as the beats kept pouring.

I have begun the recovery process hoping my body will be back for the wommble wommble of Coup D’Ya as BL says this might make me purchase a sound system that can properly articulate these beats.

Continous thought: “We are prophecy. Love is our battle gear.”

Wooot Wooot.

I was kinda busy this week, check my blog, but I'll throw some pix in the album soon...