Pagan Festival

Oh I went to a pagan festival this weekend in Ohio. Far too too much to say about this. I went to do spiritual work and to play, and it was my first time. The Higher Self said that this was a reward because of all of my tears and strife after I did not get tickets to Burning Man.


It was more wonderful than I can say. There were new friends and new spirits, collectively enfolded the spectacular presence of Nature and the drums. There was even an academic component to the talks and workshops, and a wicked thunder storm that did not blow away my puny but loyal tent.

Time stopped, of course, although I was away for more than a week in the third dimension.

Amazing, amazing, amazing experience. Be jealous. Be very jealous.