Wandering the streets of Burning Man this summer, my contemplation of sacred geography and comparative mythology lead me to explore the relationship between the outer and inner worlds, death and rebirth, synchronicity, symbolism, and ritual.
Hawaiian Wisdom, Sub Swara Release Party, Altered States Masquerade, Loving Day, Healing Hands, and Entheologue are all happening this week.
The best way to live in a sacred place is to make the place where you live sacred. I lived at the corner of Avenue A and 5th Street in New York, as urban as it gets. Borrowing heavily from ancient Art of Memory practices and traditions of Australian aboriginal Dreamtime traditions, I began to mentally superimpose my dreams onto the architectural features I'd just noticed.
There was a world of difference between prison and jail. Jail was for fuck-ups and drunks – loud-mouthed drunks and well-meaning drunks, people who’d yelled at a cop or decked other people in bars. Prison was something else. Prison was bad motherfuckers, guys strutting around who did not share Paul’s awareness that it was all, on some very deep level, a joke.