Lately I have been exercising ‘ power spot hopping ‘ around the planet and the galaxy at speed of light. 1999 was an ultra hit-year as my energy meter went up to maximum level numerous times, in all sort of places. This is the special report from Burning man 1999. For more realistic reappearance, I will present this as a live report using my time-transporter.
Shift mode is set to the year 1999, September 4th, Black Rock desert, Nevada, U.S.A.
A huge snail-shaped car passes by me slowly. A 2 meter high cyborg wearing a steel-body suit with a bunch of coils and bolts says “Hello” in Thai. To him, it doesn’t matter where I came from—- Tokyo or Bangkok. Throw everything positive into the chaos-soup and drink it up…..that’s the one and only way to taste this festival in the middle of a desert, a festival that keeps going on for a whole week.
I stop by in front of a pyramid shaped dance tent and look in from the gate.No sound.Only one skinhead sitting and meditating on the ground in front of the DJ booth, face to face with Buddha festooned with leis.
I start to walk again to the center of this ” circle city ” that’s made by thousands of tents and peoples artworks. The inner circle zone is an ’empty ‘ desert land . Only few of domes of dance tents and man’s created objects.
I look down at my feet. This land is so white and endless —– extending with innumerable cracks crossing just like humanity’s eternal karma. The sky over my crimson-red janome parasol is super blue …. and I am spinning myself around slowly just to taste the dizziness that’s caused by the sky and ground’s strong color contrasts.This timeless feeling itself is what I need…After a small sand storm, I take off my googles and cancel my digital eye’s infrared-ray interception mode … I need to be more dizzy….
When I stop by route 66 lounge bar for freaks in the desert the ” spaceship pudding “crew who came to this desert for a secret mission are there as well.
First, let me introduce captain Nick Taylor. Doing his duties on earth as 007 funky techno DJ, and an organizer of EDGECORE RELEASE. His dandism is a totally unique cocktail mixed with space age philosophy and spankin’ manga cartoon humor . Sub-captain Amanda is a DJ and the organizer of MYCELIUM- such a cool woman . And then, super groove pilot, Tsuyoshi. His amazing ” brain voltage navigation skill ” is a natural gift. Sometimes he handles huge capacity space ships with his remarkable acrobatic DJ driving techniques.
And astral chat specialist A.B.— he amplifies the sound frequency of his space didgeridoo and contacts with many other space biotants. He is also an activist of the Edgecore crew with captain Nick.
Last, is the 5th member , is an intergalactic space freak Bam Bam. He is the last one of the super rare spacebiotants” The kenty tribe” . And as the last of the kenty’s he glows with futuristic decadent glitter costumes and flashing strokes of sarcastic whip. Favorite words are ” feel the shame” and his pretty hairy nipple is functioning as a special detector of free beer, even middle of the desert. The combination of Bam Bam and Tsuyoshi is the ultimate buzzy-dizzy intergalactic circus.
These ‘ Pudding crew’ s secret mission is ‘ make people’s consciousness wobbling ‘ in the power ascension spots , I mean parties all over the planet. They make an instant appearance and then disappear into another dimension. Techno wobbling pudding. How spanky that is…..
As dusk falls over this momentary kingdom, people’s stimulation becomes more in reach for higher frequencies and the air is filled with unusual presentiments of silence .I can sense it just like a invisible high-tide. tonight is the final burn…final take-off to the total surrender and a 20.000 people’s community dance. Massive laser beams hitting the star dotted sky from the two opposite sides of the camp. forming a huge shining green pyramid over 20.000 heads.
For one hour — until the man will be burned — people keep drumming and singing primitive chants in nowhere language. A drunk person screaming “burn them out now!!” .Naked dancers with beautiful body paint keep dancing and blowing fire from their mouth.The energy gets higher and higher and people get more and more excited until all energy becomes one and starts to ascend like in a spiral.
This feeling – all the power in here are wobbling – and the expansion of frequency reception is like one big creature made out of 20.000 smaller cells.
This feeling is not only related to the fact that I ate a bag full of mushrooms. I KNOW I AM AWARE, surely, something’s happening NOW . And that strong indication and energy erodes my whole existence from every single pore of my plasmalian skin and vaporizes me into simple joy — the pure pleasure of being here.
Ignition!He is burning! — with fire works blowing from his body. people are screaming,rushing,zooming into the inner circle. BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I turn back and see a huge plasma ball flashing purple electric lightning on the top of a pole.my plasmalian body’s special sensitive parts react to that. oh no! —– many neon colored fishes on bicycles running around, a giant golden dragon, big silver cube robots are passing by as silhouettes, and some people who accepted bravely the impossibility to record this reality are throwing their digital cameras and videos into the fire. Someone’s white flag is fluttering in the sparkling full orange sky and declares the ecstatic surrender of their familiar ways of thinking.
Yes, things always happen at the right time and in the right place.I mean, wherever you are, that place is where you should be in that moment. And apparently, our life seems like a random connection of the incoherent events like a dodgy stone necklace, but– its not! My whole life was a perfect scenario to bring me here. I am convinced about that. And for sure, I,m not the only one who wants to scream,no, who IS screaming for happiness to realize that fact .
‘ Spankin’! pudding!! ‘our sir-duke BamBam shouts holding a beer can that he just got for free from somewhere around the camp. Tsuyoshi returns back from the two turntables, then grinning shouts back ‘ Spankin’!!!!! ‘
After the burn, the community dance starts.The stage is next to the Blue Room dome..packed with people in front of the main stage who keep dancing. Naked couples, neon colored ravers, a middle aged cowboy with camera and absentminded face looks like he’s got a severe case of information overloaded…… instant ZEN shock treatment ! Innocent mad-maxers, Techno-sufi’s…. they are the all ingredients of this mixtech soup. Then , this ” somewhere– not west, not east “— becomes a huge spaceship and gets on to a groovy flight with the DJ pilot.I change my digital eye’s mode to “energy perceive panel ” and WATCH this place’s vibration as geometrical patterns. And guess what, the pattern’s shape resembles closely the massive wobbling pudding ….. it’s also erotic somehow.
wow, super pudding pilot indeed ……
The next night, I go for walk alone in the middle of the circle. Many people already left this land and only I can see the burning fire so far away where the piece of the burning man is still there. Community dance’s main stage is dismembered now and no lights are on at the Blue Room dome anymore.So I can’t dance in the middle of this emptiness anymore? At that moment in time, suddenly 3 fiberglass skeleton-domes are lit up and a big kick drum and fat-bass sound gushes out from the DJ booth,Wow, a sound system ride on! Then from every direction out of the darkness, groove hungry pilgrims come around and start dancing again.
I see, I’m on the moon, here is the moon, and that bright crescent one is maybe Jupiter or something.I start laughing and step in.
Now, the world in my digital eyes is a harmonious geometrical pattern and the shining desert wind is singing in my dolby ears. and I,m dedicating this dance to the wind and the sky and the earth. The beat climbs up from my tiptoes and goes through my backbone. then back to the sky through my raising hands. At this moment,I become an electric earth between sky and ground.I become the fire pillar of prana connecting origin of cosmic consciousness and am appreciate my very-much-be-here-now physical state. Cerebration and Dancing becomes the active meditation and then that purest joy has come again. Good-bye Kerouac. Apollo just saw a desert and we are starting to realize by dancing on this big blue candy where human beings gazed through the Trinitron screen on that day, holding their breath—- we can go much higher and far than science’s little victor while still stay on the ground … Using our deep insights and wisdom.
When I jumped back to Tokyo on my spacey vespa, one voice message was left on my holographic mail service.It was from captain Nick and other pudding crew members.
On the coffee table, the captain’s tiny photograph is standing and speaking ‘ Our space rodeo is still spankin’. our next mission is… ‘ then suddenly intergalactic space dandy or space sir-duke whatever, Bam Bam appears and pushes the captain away and shouts ‘ free beer! ‘ with a flashing stick then 2 of them say ‘ see you in Byron Bay at the countdown!! ‘ then they are gone……
I close my eyes and a flashbacks of the desert’s whiteness and wind hits me, and that feeling comes back again to me….
Well, mission accomplished. What was the mission? The whole EXPERIENCE throughout the 7days was my mission. Now my core — the database of my soul had upgraded — one version up.
Change the B(-rain) P(-icnic) M(-ind frequency) to fit you and keep spankin’!!!!
——– to be continued.
Published on ‘ Zavtone ‘ Magazine 13th edition ‘ Into The 2000 ‘ issue ( 2000 )