I got to bm on Monday night, missed the rainbow, but was just happy to be back home.
For some reason, the universe was listening to my my thoughts, to my words and was manifesting it to me. My simplest desires, adventures or requests were achieved.
I have few examples but to make long story short here goes the best one.
Saturday after the man burn. I was with a “playa special friend” that I meet on Wednesday, first time burner and he had to leave at 2 am after the man burnt. We were sad that he had to leave and maybe we were not going to see each other on real life ever again, u never know how real world will treat you. We were at Temple of Boom just hanging before he leaves and he said:
– I have to leave in 2 hours. Lets get lost.
We started walking, holding hands, kissing and enjoying our last few minutes together, we were going towards the deep playa, it had been a great time together and we didn’t want to finish so soon, but his camp mates had to go and for some reasons he couldn’t stay.
We saw a light maybe around 1:30 and H/G, and he said:
-what is that light?
– I don’t know, let’s check.
We walked to the light and did not believe what we saw… the sign saying:
We had no words to talk. We could not believe what we were seeing.
We never hear about this sign before, nobody that was camping with us saw the sign. we did.
After that, he had to leave.
The whole manifestation thing was so intense… that now we are together, and we are still getting lost when possible…
The ethos of the Burning Man community continues to spread far beyond the orange trash fence of Black Rock City. From coast to coast and out into the far reaches of cyberspace, Burners are creating the conditions for communal effort, radical self-expression, and public art.
Part 1: Asbury Park, New Jersey
Since back in the Spring, New Jersey Regional Contact Marah Fellicce has been participating in an interactive art piece she calls “Memento Mori.” On a vacant condo lot amidst the suburban sprawl of Asbury Park, New Jersey, Marah uses wood pilings as the base for large fabric wrappings. Marah says the pilings were drilled into the ground in 2005 on what was to be the site of a new complex but the pilings have remained unused as construction has yet to begin on the lot. The first pieces Marah created were a part of “Sculptoure,” an annual outdoor urban sculpture exhibition presented by The Shore Institute for Contemporary Arts. The art work has continued to evolve since the May exhibition and has taken on a life of its own.
Over the past several months, Marah has added elements to the football-sized art piece and has held space for others to participate in creating “Memento Mori.” A local grafitti artist was inspired to contribute and painted bright tiki faces on many of the pilings. Reflecting the idea of constant change inherent in this temporary sculpture, passersby also rearrange rocks and leave contributions such as a prom dress with colored stencils, pink flamingos, a brightly colored Superman bust, and other found objects that become part of the artful display.The lot has become a place for locals to express themselves and the eclecticism of the project inspires conversations. A writer known online as “Wizard 343” from the website Weird New Jersey happened upon Marah’s work and, after talking with Marah, wrote a lovely article on the artwork, on Marah’s creative process and on how Marah relates her art to the Burning Man principles. For photos and a great story, visit http://tinyurl.com/marahnj.
We arrived Saturday afternoon under iron gray skies. It had been an effortless jaunt from Sparks; we had taken a lazy lunch in the parking lot where the weather alternated between chilly in the shadow of the clouds and blazing hot when the sun poked through. We had heard the reports: that though last week had hit 115°, this weekend promised rain, and the forbidding horizon did not dispel that fear. But we were not worried: we’re varsity. We’ve done this before.
Replicating the success of last year, we — my old friend and stalwart companion, Evan — packed little past essentials and stayed the night in a hotel in Sparks. Too tired (unmotivated?) to move our gear inside, plan “Let’s Leave it and Hope For the Best” was successful, and our pickup truck of dusty gear was unmolested in the morning. Refilling our ice chests from the free hotel ice machine, we headed to our usual supermarket to load up on water and last minute essentials (beer we had in spades; Irish cream, cup-o-noodles, eggs, cheese, crackers, some vegetables, more ice were procured) and we were off.
The Temple of Flux; us photographers all discussed how we didn’t really know how to capture it.
I like to think of Burning Man as a family reunion. The Burn marks a time when we, being a colorful and vibrant family, come together to create a space for both celebration and reflection. If we’re lucky, we make the annual trek out to Black Rock City and re-emerge dust-soaked, full of new ideas, new relationships, our perspective shifted. We return to the default world only to start mentally preparing ourselves to return to Black Rock City next year.
So what happens when friends and family can’t make it back to our desert home for the Burn? How do they stimulate new ideas, new relationships, and personal growth?
Though technology has made it possible for thousands of wayward Burners to experience the Nevada event through simulcast, there is something that happens out in the dust that is hard to really feel anywhere else. Or so I thought.
Returning home, I began to talk with friends of mine about their off-playa experiences. Through these conversations, I started to realize that some of the more meaningful stories about the 2010 Burn that I was hearing didn’t happen out in the Nevada desert. The stories I loved the most were about the magic moments that happened when our wayward Burner friends came together to create a sense of home during the Burning Man event in cities all over the world.
This year, our beloved Bex Workman, who has participated heavily in Burning Man for over a decade was unable to make it to Nevada for the first time in 14 years.
Now living in London with her new husband Tom, Bex reports, “I admit that I kinda freaked out and started talking about Burning Man non-stop. The more I freaked, the more I talked to people, the more I learned that my fellow community members here in London were going through the same thing and weren’t going to the playa either.” (more…)
For those of you who may be unaware, a Burners Without Borders contingent has been in Pisco, Peru for years now, helping the locals recover from a devastating 8.0-magnitude earthquake that took place in 2007. Chriz (aka North) just spent his first week in Pisco with BWB, and we thought you’d enjoy his account of his experiences there.
If you’d like to join Burners Without Borders in Peru, or anywhere else they’re engaged (including Haiti), learn how on the Burners Without Borders website. Here’s Chriz:
Hello from Pisco!
To start, I’d introduce myself as a long-time Burner with a mere 3 days with Pisco Sin Fronteras (PSF), so this is coming from a curmudgeonly old it-was-better-last-year Burner who is a wide-eyed gobsmacked Pisco virgin with a fresh optimistic view. (more…)