firefly afterglow 02015
I'm still dreaming about last weekend. or "why transformational festivals work"
At the gathering we pulled some animal medicine cards. I integrated the medicine of snake and whale into my entire festival experience and got a clearer handle on what my own medicine feels like.
From Snake medicine I gathered the rhythm of transformation, which is transmutation and also transmission. The wriggling pattern which carries you perfectly into the future when you move your entire form to it.
From Whale medicine i gathered the long song, the infinite story which contains all of history, and all of connection. The music is inescapable, there is nothing to do but sing it, and whichever note you are singing has a place in the composition.
Human medicine has to do with Humor, we contain every other medicine simultaneously, and we experience the conflicts and dissonance between the different medicines and messages of the world, until we flip over inside and balance the conflict, resolve into harmony.
My medicine has to do with experiential joy. The sacred mundane. My message is of the exquisitely ordinary now and an invitation to join in. My medicine has to do with with the little universe. The one-on-one connection with one person or one group or one planet or whatever one happens to be in view, right now it’s you, the one who reads this. Everything else besides us was required to bring you and i together to share this word. Wherever we go from here is unknowably magnificent, and for the space of this word, we are together, we are unified.
It takes a community to raise a community, at the gathering we took turns and different levels of dedication to lift each other up the hierarchy of needs. I know that i shot up through to self-actualization many times. I witnessed the ascent of others as well. And my favorite thing to notice was that the very moment in which a human had received everything they needed was the moment when they began feeding the needs of others. And they fed it from a place of understanding their own generosity and power.
True wealth is infectious. And surplus is a joy to spread.
Sometimes people give before they are ready, sometimes those gifts mean survival for the receivers, sometimes they means death for the giver. Some systems do not receive enough to sustain themselves, some systems do not understand their own existence, but the ones who do? Those systems who are alive and self-relevant and spilling surplus? I like them. I want to be one of those. Like, all the time, not just for a weekend. And whenever i am one, i will want you to be one too. ‘Til then I’ma find some more food.