Hello world earth ship,
A lot has past since last we've met blog journal. We've burned rubber along old Highway 10, cutting through great boundaries of southern roadsides, blazing along cacti-roadsides-and mountains that sit behind, front, left, and right of us, like the 'New Orleans Sunburns', a ever present reminder of the vast space through distance passing before us. The company enterprise, Carey and Mara and Austin and Taeroot, high-tailed it from Louisiana about 1 /12 weeks ago. Our tent had just experienced a snapped pole on our last night camping at The End of The World, an aptly named stretch of river cove that sits behind an old 'abandoned' naval base, though the lights still come on at night, and the sounds of footsteps are heard as the ancient Merchant marine ship sits still in the water. The old barges of cargo and fish come through the docks, where light post stands from older times still send out their green and red signal lights for the sharp levy rocks , steering captains to the meridian of the rivers Sound.
Our tent's fiberglass pole had snapped during a vi tales windstorm, leaving Mara and I trapped under the folded wet hot structure. When we left the city on the wings of teardrops running, we knew our en-devours spirit could not last without a proper vessel in which to conduct our outside lives. Times were tense and the air was balanced on a dimes edge; the despair of our endeavor not weighing just a hair too much to endanger its survival. We looked into each others human eyes and saw the sad tiredness that follows when a home sphere becomes infringed upon. It was only on happenstance that Carey and Austin stumbled upon a Cabella's outfitter. Once there, amid-st the stuffed animal bones and aquarium fisheries, we signed up for credit cards to get money off for a new tent. Now we use a fancy Getaway 2 'Super drive' tent space that frees up a lot of room and is comfy to set up.
After haggling, nickels and dimes were rolling out our pockets so we got quick to the woods of East Texas to refreshen our spirits. Carey and I stayed at the BeaverSlip Trail; a lush upland Pine forest full of marshy bogs and the sounds of alligators laughing grandpa nurgle calls in the night. Also one night Carey had a run in with a dive-bombing flying squirrel, which was beautiful. they do not have traffic laws there so of course it is more honorable and free spirited. The woods reinvigorated our belief in each other and the world, so it was good. Then we spirited away to our ultimate pilgrimage.
The Austin Psych Fest 2014, where people of the multi-verse come to feel prana ley lines activate from course running psycho energies. To be honest, i had no idea what the experience would be like. I'd never looked at the playbill, not gone for any particular bands, but i knew i had to go there, that it would be my namesake event.
And it Feels Like It Now. The people, the culture, this was a festival that reinvigorated the idea within myself that society's still have a lot to offer in cohesive formulae; that there are alternative strategies for people to get along and share each other in harmony. Though there were factors of incredible struggle too; ever-present securitas forces who were stationed everywhere to deny us our privileges of sovereign exercise. And even though the Tyrants were there, (as they always are in functioning capitalism) we managed to make peace with them, too, in a way, through understandings and negotiations. Carey and I managed to camp on the grounds, though we broke rules and regulations to get there. People who saw our struggles came to our aids and paved a way for our rehabilitation. It was touching, morally ambiguous, cey-la vie. At this festival it was the first time i'd ever taken Liquid Third Eye Magic Juices, along with several other Forces of Mystical Nature. Through the story playing out, the ideas and concepts one walked away with, there was a sort of connection established with all the people. As Psychonautic Cowboys/Cowgirls played their hearts out to unwavering ears, the jewels of musical creation began to be seen audo-hallucinatorially, leaving one breathless to the array of sparkling Sound Gems hanging in the air.
This was a true and told story of psychedelic lifestyle being utilized for a short time of spiritual rearrangement/paradigm shift motivating/personality re-molelcularizations. I didnt know what I needed from the world until i was down and out at the bottom of a flip side piece of drug induced euphoria, wandering and looking for the outside muses to lift me from sordid existentialism. I remember succinctly that Saturday night when we lay out before two massive venues; to my right, the standing stage of an orange faced Ares, the sound of anger and lifes one step monster that makes you break forward against the winds of strife.It was the headlining band on the Reverbration Stage. and to my left, there was a Deep Purple Cave, where the sultry candor of a Slanessh bed-dame lay resting on the Underwater Ariel matrress. I chose the left, feeling drawn to the rebirthing world of a re-examined sense of self confidence. This was called the Levitation Station. As it turned out, it was the perfect choice. I didn't know what I needed from the world, until i found myself in the knee deep thick of a inward drawing LSD trip, then suddenly Inside of an Of Montreal Show! and there was an explosion of Love and Security, where people were drawn into a blanket of comfortable expression, and a young person learned again how to dance, how to clap, and sing.
So yeah, that was probably a really greatest moment of my life kinda thing. I also saw Dead Meadow, The Black Angels, Cosmonaughts, Simmering Suns, Panda Bear, Bardo Pond (one of my new favorites who showed me a facet of God Space), and others. Now Carey and I are in Austin, staying with some good friends and people we met at the fest. We are washed and ready, renewed in a dusty sacrament of the Festival omens. Over the next few days we'll get the car checked up, our clothes washed, and hopefully, some work throughout this lovely new City. Everyday I walk here im in awe of what can become a cultures impact upon thee.
Farewell to Pics,
Spacepolk
The Psychedelic Cowboy.
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