Dubtribe, “Mother Earth (original mix)” (Organico 1993) | #TBT This past Sunday, at sunrise, “somewhere in Wisconsin,” with Sunshine Jones raving beautifully on the subject of “What is Love?,” a trigger inside of me was reactivated after a much-too-long-lasting dormant stage. Call it the P.L.U.R. button or the “rave” gene — I no longer have a proper name for it, only the fact that it accesses the part of universal movement that is deep and organic and 100% hippie-dippy and extraordinarily empathetic in a way that doesn’t make me embarrassed for the sensitive parts of my own human condition. it fosters a kind of freedom that some of us are afforded, a freedom learned when stumbled upon in a psychonaut accident, and one that becomes a central driving force for how to engage with the physical world and society’s norms. There were people around me who were accessing that trigger as well, keenly remembering something that they had not wanted to forget in the first place, something primal and pagan and true beyond words. Something has returned.