It was just another Saturday on Ken Kesey’s farm, but it felt like Shangri-La. The Cuckoo strode around his own eight acres, miles away, in a striped referee’s shirt, signing autographs and posing reticently for the cameras–an icon who, in the words of Hunter Thompson, “has found out a way to live out there where the real winds blow.
A generation of avant-garde writers are making conscious magazine headlines and electrifying the festival-speakers' circuit. Featuring a brutally honest look at the shadow self, and society at large, these books are not fluffy New Age reads. They are harder to define, hosting a multidimensional mix of spiritual awakening, new media activism, punk attitude, Burning Man aesthetic, and Occupy ideologies.
What would happen if we could arrange a hundred million people, at
thousands of parties across the planet, dancing at the same time, to the same
rhythms? Might this trigger
transcendental chaos, the unified heartbeat of the human spirit?