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Lately I have been exercising ‘ power spot hopping ‘ around the planet and the galaxy at speed of light. 1999 was an ultra hit-year as my energy meter went up to maximum level numerous times, in all sort of places. This is the special report from Burning man 1999. For more realistic reappearance, I will present this as a live report using my time-transporter.
Shift mode is set to the year 1999, September 4th, Black Rock desert, Nevada, U.S.A. Access……..
A huge snail-shaped car passes by me slowly. A 2 meter high cyborg wearing a steel-body suit with a bunch of coils and bolts says “Hello” in Thai. To him, it doesn’t matter where I came from—- Tokyo or Bangkok. Throw everything positive into the chaos-soup and drink it up…..that’s the one and only way to taste this festival in the middle of a desert, a festival that keeps going on for a whole week. I stop by in front of a pyramid shaped dance tent and look in from the gate.No sound.Only one skinhead sitting and meditating on the ground in front of the DJ booth, face to face with Buddha festooned with leis.
I start to walk again to the center of this ” circle city ” that’s made by thousands of tents and peoples artworks. The inner circle zone is an ’empty ‘ desert land . Only few of domes of dance tents and man’s created objects.
I look down at my feet. This land is so white and endless —– extending with innumerable cracks crossing just like humanity’s eternal karma. The sky over my crimson-red janome parasol is super blue …. and I am spinning myself around slowly just to taste the dizziness that’s caused by the sky and ground’s strong color contrasts.This timeless feeling itself is what I need…After a small sand storm, I take off my googles and cancel my digital eye’s infrared-ray interception mode … I need to be more dizzy….
When I stop by route 66 lounge bar for freaks in the desert the ” spaceship pudding “crew who came to this desert for a secret mission are there as well.
First, let me introduce captain Nick Taylor. Doing his duties on earth as 007 funky techno DJ, and an organizer of EDGECORE RELEASE. His dandism is a totally unique cocktail mixed with space age philosophy and spankin’ manga cartoon humor . Sub-captain Amanda is a DJ and the organizer of MYCELIUM- such a cool woman . And then, super groove pilot, Tsuyoshi. His amazing ” brain voltage navigation skill ” is a natural gift. Sometimes he handles huge capacity space ships with his remarkable acrobatic DJ driving techniques. And astral chat specialist A.B.— he amplifies the sound frequency of his space didgeridoo and contacts with many other space biotants. He is also an activist of the Edgecore crew with captain Nick. Last, is the 5th member , is an intergalactic space freak Bam Bam. He is the last one of the super rare spacebiotants” The kenty tribe” . And as the last of the kenty’s he glows with futuristic decadent glitter costumes and flashing strokes of sarcastic whip. Favorite words are ” feel the shame” and his pretty hairy nipple is functioning as a special detector of free beer, even middle of the desert. The combination of Bam Bam and Tsuyoshi is the ultimate buzzy-dizzy intergalactic circus. These ‘ Pudding crew’ s secret mission is ‘ make people’s consciousness wobbling ‘ in the power ascension spots , I mean parties all over the planet. They make an instant appearance and then disappear into another dimension. Techno wobbling pudding. How spanky that is…..
As dusk falls over this momentary kingdom, people’s stimulation becomes more in reach for higher frequencies and the air is filled with unusual presentiments of silence .I can sense it just like a invisible high-tide. tonight is the final burn…final take-off to the total surrender and a 20.000 people’s community dance. Massive laser beams hitting the star dotted sky from the two opposite sides of the camp. forming a huge shining green pyramid over 20.000 heads.
For one hour — until the man will be burned — people keep drumming and singing primitive chants in nowhere language. A drunk person screaming “burn them out now!!” .Naked dancers with beautiful body paint keep dancing and blowing fire from their mouth.The energy gets higher and higher and people get more and more excited until all energy becomes one and starts to ascend like in a spiral.
This feeling – all the power in here are wobbling – and the expansion of frequency reception is like one big creature made out of 20.000 smaller cells. This feeling is not only related to the fact that I ate a bag full of mushrooms. I KNOW I AM AWARE, surely, something’s happening NOW . And that strong indication and energy erodes my whole existence from every single pore of my plasmalian skin and vaporizes me into simple joy — the pure pleasure of being here.
Ignition ! He is burning! — with fire works blowing from his body. people are screaming,rushing,zooming into the inner circle. BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I turn back and see a huge plasma ball flashing purple electric lightning on the top of a pole.my plasmalian body’s special sensitive parts react to that. oh no! —– many neon colored fishes on bicycles running around, a giant golden dragon, big silver cube robots are passing by as silhouettes, and some people who accepted bravely the impossibility to record this reality are throwing their digital cameras and videos into the fire. Someone’s white flag is fluttering in the sparkling full orange sky and declares the ecstatic surrender of their familiar ways of thinking.
Yes, things always happen at the right time and in the right place.I mean, wherever you are, that place is where you should be in that moment. And apparently, our life seems like a random connection of the incoherent events like a dodgy stone necklace, but– its not! My whole life was a perfect scenario to bring me here. I am convinced about that. And for sure, I,m not the only one who wants to scream,no, who IS screaming for happiness to realize that fact .
‘ Spankin’! pudding!! ‘our sir-duke BamBam shouts holding a beer can that he just got for free from somewhere around the camp. Tsuyoshi returns back from the two turntables, then grinning shouts back ‘ Spankin’!!!!! ‘
After the burn, the community dance starts.The stage is next to the Blue Room dome..packed with people in front of the main stage who keep dancing. Naked couples, neon colored ravers, a middle aged cowboy with camera and absentminded face looks like he’s got a severe case of information overloaded…… instant ZEN shock treatment ! Innocent mad-maxers, Techno-sufi’s…. they are the all ingredients of this mixtech soup. Then , this ” somewhere– not west, not east “— becomes a huge spaceship and gets on to a groovy flight with the DJ pilot.I change my digital eye’s mode to “energy perceive panel ” and WATCH this place’s vibration as geometrical patterns. And guess what, the pattern’s shape resembles closely the massive wobbling pudding ….. it’s also erotic somehow. wow, super pudding pilot indeed ……
The next night, I go for walk alone in the middle of the circle. Many people already left this land and only I can see the burning fire so far away where the piece of the burning man is still there. Community dance’s main stage is dismembered now and no lights are on at the Blue Room dome anymore.So I can’t dance in the middle of this emptiness anymore? At that moment in time, suddenly 3 fiberglass skeleton-domes are lit up and a big kick drum and fat-bass sound gushes out from the DJ booth,Wow, a sound system ride on! Then from every direction out of the darkness, groove hungry pilgrims come around and start dancing again.
I see, I’m on the moon, here is the moon, and that bright crescent one is maybe Jupiter or something.I start laughing and step in. Now, the world in my digital eyes is a harmonious geometrical pattern and the shining desert wind is singing in my dolby ears. and I,m dedicating this dance to the wind and the sky and the earth. The beat climbs up from my tiptoes and goes through my backbone. then back to the sky through my raising hands. At this moment,I become an electric earth between sky and ground.I become the fire pillar of prana connecting origin of cosmic consciousness and am appreciate my very-much-be-here-now physical state. Cerebration and Dancing becomes the active meditation and then that purest joy has come again. Good-bye Kerouac. Apollo just saw a desert and we are starting to realize by dancing on this big blue candy where human beings gazed through the Trinitron screen on that day, holding their breath—- we can go much higher and far than science’s little victor while still stay on the ground … Using our deep insights and wisdom.
When I jumped back to Tokyo on my spacey vespa, one voice message was left on my holographic mail service.It was from captain Nick and other pudding crew members. On the coffee table, the captain’s tiny photograph is standing and speaking ‘ Our space rodeo is still spankin’. our next mission is… ‘ then suddenly intergalactic space dandy or space sir-duke whatever, Bam Bam appears and pushes the captain away and shouts ‘ free beer! ‘ with a flashing stick then 2 of them say ‘ see you in Byron Bay at the countdown!! ‘ then they are gone…… I close my eyes and a flashbacks of the desert’s whiteness and wind hits me, and that feeling comes back again to me….
Well, mission accomplished. What was the mission? The whole EXPERIENCE throughout the 7days was my mission. Now my core — the database of my soul had upgraded — one version up.
Change the B(-rain) P(-icnic) M(-ind frequency) to fit you and keep spankin’!!!! See you!
——– to be continued.
Published on ‘ Zavtone ‘ Magazine 13th edition ‘ Into The 2000 ‘ issue ( 2000 )
A Diary of Geisha=borg Agent #2 ~ Borg goes to Burning Man 1999
Lately I have been exercising ‘ power spot hopping ‘ around the planet and the galaxy at speed of light. 1999 was an ultra hit-year as my energy meter went up to maximum level numerous times, in all sort of places. This is the special report from Burning man 1999. For more realistic reappearance, I will present this as a live report using my time-transporter.
Shift mode is set to the year 1999, September 4th, Black Rock desert, Nevada, U.S.A.
Access……..
ゲイシャボーグ・ダイアリー2 : ボーグ、バーニング・マンに行く
光速に近いスピードで、この惑星及び銀河近辺のパワー・スポット・ホッピングをしてきたけど、さすがに1999年はエナジー・レシーブド・メーターが振り切れる場面に遭遇する機会が多かったな。
今回はバーニング・マンからのスペシャル・リポート。臨場感を出すために、当時へ時空転移して現在進行形でやらせてもらうわ。
ではシフト・モードを1999年9月4日、アメリカ、ネヴァダ州ブラック・ロック砂漠、午前11時へと設定。そしてエンター、、、、
A huge snail-shaped car passes by me slowly. A 2 meter high cyborg wearing a steel-body suit with a bunch of coils and bolts says “Hello” in Thai. To him, it doesn’t matter where I came from—- Tokyo or Bangkok. Throw everything positive into the chaos-soup and drink it up…..that’s the one and only way to taste this festival in the middle of a desert, a festival that keeps going on for a whole week.
I stop by in front of a pyramid shaped dance tent and look in from the gate.No sound.Only one skinhead sitting and meditating on the ground in front of the DJ booth, face to face with Buddha festooned with leis.
I start to walk again to the center of this ” circle city ” that’s made by thousands of tents and peoples artworks. The inner circle zone is an ’empty ‘ desert land . Only few of domes of dance tents and man’s created objects.
I look down at my feet. This land is so white and endless —– extending with innumerable cracks crossing just like humanity’s eternal karma. The sky over my crimson-red janome parasol is super blue …. and I am spinning myself around slowly just to taste the dizziness that’s caused by the sky and ground’s strong color contrasts.This timeless feeling itself is what I need…After a small sand storm, I take off my googles and cancel my digital eye’s infrared-ray interception mode … I need to be more dizzy….
巨大なカタツムリの形をした車が、ゆっくりとしたスピードであたしとすれちがう。山ほどのコイルやボルトで形成された、鋼鉄のボディ・スーツに身を包んだ2メートルもある男がタイ語であたしに”コンニチワ”と挨拶を投げてよこす。彼にはあたしが東京かバンコクのどちらから来たのかなんてどうでもいいことなのだ。
積極的にすべてを混沌のスープのなかに投げ込んで、それをごくりと飲み干すことーーそれこそがこの砂漠の真ん中で1週間繰り広げられるこの響宴を享受しつくす唯一の方法なのだから。
あたしはピラミッド型をしたダンス・テントのまえで立ち止まりゲートから中を覗いてみる。音の出ていない今は、ただ一人スキン・ヘッドの白人の男が、DJブースの前にすわり、ハワイアン・レイを首にかけたブッダの置物と向かいあって瞑想しているだけ。
あたしはまたぶらぶらと”サークル・シティ”の中心に向かって歩き始める。何千ものテントで形成された”町”の中心にぽっかりとできた空間。そこにあるのはいくつかのダンス・ドーム・テントとマンのオブジェ、そして砂漠。
あたしは足元を見下ろす。ここの大地は真っ白で、からみあう人々の永遠のカルマのようなひび割れが、交差しながらどこまでも続いている。真っ赤な蛇の目傘ごしにみる空は強烈に真っ青で、その色彩のコントラストが引き起こす目まいを楽しもうとあたしはその場でくるくるとゆっくり回ってみる。この時がとまったかのような感覚こそあたしが欲しかったもの。一陣の砂嵐をやり過ごした後ゴーグルをはずし、それからデジタル・アイの赤外線遮断モードを解除する。もっと目眩がほしいからね。
When I stop by route 66 lounge bar for freaks in the desert the ” spaceship pudding “crew who came to this desert for a secret mission are there as well.
First, let me introduce captain Nick Taylor. Doing his duties on earth as 007 funky techno DJ, and an organizer of EDGECORE RELEASE. His dandism is a totally unique cocktail mixed with space age philosophy and spankin’ manga cartoon humor . Sub-captain Amanda is a DJ and the organizer of MYCELIUM- such a cool woman . And then, super groove pilot, Tsuyoshi. His amazing ” brain voltage navigation skill ” is a natural gift. Sometimes he handles huge capacity space ships with his remarkable acrobatic DJ driving techniques.
And astral chat specialist A.B.— he amplifies the sound frequency of his space didgeridoo and contacts with many other space biotants. He is also an activist of the Edgecore crew with captain Nick.
Last, is the 5th member , is an intergalactic space freak Bam Bam. He is the last one of the super rare spacebiotants” The kenty tribe” . And as the last of the kenty’s he glows with futuristic decadent glitter costumes and flashing strokes of sarcastic whip. Favorite words are ” feel the shame” and his pretty hairy nipple is functioning as a special detector of free beer, even middle of the desert. The combination of Bam Bam and Tsuyoshi is the ultimate buzzy-dizzy intergalactic circus.
These ‘ Pudding crew’ s secret mission is ‘ make people’s consciousness wobbling ‘ in the power ascension spots , I mean parties all over the planet. They make an instant appearance and then disappear into another dimension. Techno wobbling pudding. How spanky that is…..
砂漠のフリークスのためのラウンジ・バー、ルート66に立ち寄ると、重要な任務とともにこの砂漠に寄港しているスペースシップ・プディング、”宇宙船プリン号”のクルー達とばったり会った。
まずはキャプテン・ニック・テイラー。007ティック・ファンキー・テクノDJ及びエッジコア・リリースのオーガナイザーとして地上任務遂行中。そのダンディズムはスペース・エイジ・哲学とスパンキーなマンガ・ユーモアのまったくユニークなミックス・カクテル。それからサブ・キャプテン、アマンダ。同じく彼女もDJでマイセリウムのオーガナイザー。とてもクールな女性。それからスーパー・グルーヴ・パイロット、ツヨシ。彼のDJとしての驚くべき”脳周波ヴォルテージ・ナヴィゲーション・スキル”の高さは天性のもの。時には数万単位の乗員キャパの船でも軽業的な飛行をやってのけることはご承知のとうり。それからアストラル・チャット・スペシャリスト、AB。スペース・ディジリドウーの周波帯を増幅させて、いろんな宇宙生命体との交信をやってのけるんだ。彼もまたキャプテン・ニックと共にエッジコア・リリースのクルーとして地上で活躍中。そして5人目のプリン号クルーはインターギャラクティック・スペース・フリーク、バンバン。彼は宇宙生命体のなかでも特に珍種である、ケンティ族の最後の一匹。ラスト・オブ・ケンティね。未来的グリッター・デカダンな出で立ちと閃く皮肉の杖のひと振り。お気に入りの言葉は”恥を知りたまえ”。そしてその毛むくじゃらの乳首はいついかなる場合でも無料ビールのありかを探知する特別なセンサーとして機能しているわ。たとえ砂漠の真ん中でもね。彼とツヨシが一緒にいるときのコンビネーションといったら究極の宇宙的めまいサーカスってところ。
彼らプディング・クルーたちの使命は、地球上のあちこちで現れては消え、そしてまた現れる数々のパワー・アセンション・スポット、つまりパーティーで人々の意識をプルプルと震わせること。そして通常の意識を超えた次元にさらにナビゲートすることね。テクノ・ウオブリング・プディング。なんてスパンキーなの、、、、
As dusk falls over this momentary kingdom, people’s stimulation becomes more in reach for higher frequencies and the air is filled with unusual presentiments of silence .I can sense it just like a invisible high-tide. tonight is the final burn…final take-off to the total surrender and a 20.000 people’s community dance. Massive laser beams hitting the star dotted sky from the two opposite sides of the camp. forming a huge shining green pyramid over 20.000 heads.
For one hour — until the man will be burned — people keep drumming and singing primitive chants in nowhere language. A drunk person screaming “burn them out now!!” .Naked dancers with beautiful body paint keep dancing and blowing fire from their mouth.The energy gets higher and higher and people get more and more excited until all energy becomes one and starts to ascend like in a spiral.
やがて宵闇がこの束の間の王国へと降りてくるにつれ、人々の興奮はゆっくりと高まり、雄弁な潮騒のように大気中に満ちてくる。今夜はこの祝祭のファイナルであるバーニング、完全なる降伏へのファイナル・テイク・オフの日なのだから。そしてそのあと一晩中続くコミュニティ・ダンス。
いつの間にか、満天の星空へと向けて砂漠の左右から強力なレーザー光線が投射され、27.000人の人々の頭上には緑色に輝く巨大なピラミッドが出現している。
マンに火がつけられる1時間ほどのあいだ、人々はドラムを叩き、何語でもない言語で原始の聖歌を唄い、酔っ払いは”今すぐ燃やしちまえ!!”と叫ぶ。全裸に美しいボディ・ペインティングをほどこしたダンサーたちが口から火を吹きながら踊りつづける。興奮はさらに高まり、その場にいる人間すべてが発するパワーが一つになり、螺旋を描いて上昇しはじめる。
This feeling – all the power in here are wobbling – and the expansion of frequency reception is like one big creature made out of 20.000 smaller cells.
This feeling is not only related to the fact that I ate a bag full of mushrooms. I KNOW I AM AWARE, surely, something’s happening NOW . And that strong indication and energy erodes my whole existence from every single pore of my plasmalian skin and vaporizes me into simple joy — the pure pleasure of being here.
Ignition ! He is burning! — with fire works blowing from his body. people are screaming,rushing,zooming into the inner circle. BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I turn back and see a huge plasma ball flashing purple electric lightning on the top of a pole.my plasmalian body’s special sensitive parts react to that. oh no! —– many neon colored fishes on bicycles running around, a giant golden dragon, big silver cube robots are passing by as silhouettes, and some people who accepted bravely the impossibility to record this reality are throwing their digital cameras and videos into the fire. Someone’s white flag is fluttering in the sparkling full orange sky and declares the ecstatic surrender of their familiar ways of thinking.
あたりのパワー自体そのものが、うごめく巨大な生き物のように膨張してゆくこの感覚はマッシュールームの効き目だけじゃあ、ありえない。あたしはハッキリと自覚する。何かが、”今”起きている。その気配と鳥肌がたつほどのエネルギーが、プラズマリン・スキンの毛穴のひとつひとつを通してあたしの全存在を”今、ただここに在る”ことへの悦びへと帰化してゆく。
マンに火がついた!
その体内から花火を吹き上げながら彼は燃える。人々は叫び、サークルのなかへと走り出す。
バチバチバチ!!!振り向くと右後方で巨大なプラズマ・ボールがこれまた大きなポールのうえで紫色の電光を放ち、あたしのプラズマリン・ボディの特別に繊細な部分がそれに反応をはじめてしまう。オイオイ!それはともかく、あたりでは蛍光色に輝く魚をつけた自転車が何十台と走りすぎ、金色に輝く巨大なドラゴンや、見上げるほどのシルバー・キューブ・ロボットたちがシルエットとなって行きかい、このとてつもない現実を”記録”することの不可能さを潔く受け入れた連中がデジタル・カメラやビデオ・カメラを火のなかへと投げ込んでいる。
自ら運んできた常識が、この現実に幸福なる完全降伏となったことを宣言する誰かの真っ白い旗が、火の粉が舞うオレンジ色した夜空にはためいている。
Yes, things always happen at the right time and in the right place.I mean, wherever you are, that place is where you should be in that moment. And apparently, our life seems like a random connection of the incoherent events like a dodgy stone necklace, but– its not! My whole life was a perfect scenario to bring me here. I am convinced about that. And for sure, I,m not the only one who wants to scream,no, who IS screaming for happiness to realize that fact .
‘ Spankin’! pudding!! ‘our sir-duke BamBam shouts holding a beer can that he just got for free from somewhere around the camp. Tsuyoshi returns back from the two turntables, then grinning shouts back ‘ Spankin’!!!!! ‘
After the burn, the community dance starts.The stage is next to the Blue Room dome..packed with people in front of the main stage who keep dancing. Naked couples, neon colored ravers, a middle aged cowboy with camera and absentminded face looks like he’s got a severe case of information overloaded…… instant ZEN shock treatment ! Innocent mad-maxers, Techno-sufi’s…. they are the all ingredients of this mixtech soup. Then , this ” somewhere– not west, not east “— becomes a huge spaceship and gets on to a groovy flight with the DJ pilot.I change my digital eye’s mode to “energy perceive panel ” and WATCH this place’s vibration as geometrical patterns. And guess what, the pattern’s shape resembles closely the massive wobbling pudding ….. it’s also erotic somehow.
wow, super pudding pilot indeed ……
The next night, I go for walk alone in the middle of the circle. Many people already left this land and only I can see the burning fire so far away where the piece of the burning man is still there. Community dance’s main stage is dismembered now and no lights are on at the Blue Room dome anymore.So I can’t dance in the middle of this emptiness anymore? At that moment in time, suddenly 3 fiberglass skeleton-domes are lit up and a big kick drum and fat-bass sound gushes out from the DJ booth,Wow, a sound system ride on! Then from every direction out of the darkness, groove hungry pilgrims come around and start dancing again.
そう、人間はいつでもいるべき時に、いるべき場所にいる。
つまり、いつでもその時自分がいる場所がいるべき場所なんだってこと。そして一見、不格好なストーン・ネックレスのように無秩序で無関係の瞬間の茫洋たる連なりに見える人生は、実は全て自分をここに運んでくるための完璧なシナリオだったと、またもや確信する。たぶんその”事実”をもう一度再確認した喜びに叫び出しそうになっていたのは、いや実際に叫んでしまっていたのは、あたし一人ではなかったはずね。
”スパンキン!プディング!!”
バンバンが、どこからかゲットしてきたビール缶片手に叫ぶ。
ツヨシがターン・テーブルの前から振り返り、ニヤッと笑ってから叫び返す。
”スパンキン!!!!!”
マンが壮絶に燃え尽きたあと、ブルー・ルーム・ドームのとなりに設けられたステージでコミュニティ・ダンスが幕を開けた。ぎっしりとステージ前を埋めた人々はダンスしつづける。全裸のカップル、ネオン・カラーのレイヴァー、容量オーバーの情報注入にいささか呆然自失気味のカメラ片手の中年カウボーイ、、、、
インスタント・ゼン・ショックトリートメントも、無邪気なマッド・マクサー達も、テクノ・スーフィーも、全部ごった煮のスープ。
やがて東でも西でもないこの”どこか”は、巨大な宇宙船となってパイロットと共にグルーヴしはじめる。
あたしはデジタル・アイのモードをエネルギー感知パネルに切り替えて、この覆うパワーを幾何学パターンにして”眺めて”みる。するとなんとそれは、”プルプルと”震える巨大なプリンの形に酷似しているじゃあないの!しかもどことなくエロティックだし。さすがプディング号先鋭のパイロット、やるわよね。
次の夜、あたしはひとりでサークルの真ん中へと出かけた。
もうすでに沢山の人々がこの地を去り、昨夜のマンの燃えかすのそばで、誰かがたき火をたいているのが遠くに見えるだけ。コミュニティ・ダンスのステージはすでに解体され、ブルー・ルーム・ドームの灯りも、もうつくことはない。
もうこの”空っぽ”の真ん中では踊れないんだろうか?
その時突然、すぐそばのグラスファイヴァーで骨組みされた3つのドームがまばゆく光りはじめ、大地を震わすキックの音と分厚いベースの音がDJブースとサウンド・システムからほとばしり出る。やった!!
するとその音に呼ばれるようにして闇のあちこちから、貪欲な巡礼者たちが集まりはじめ、踊り出す。
I see, I’m on the moon, here is the moon, and that bright crescent one is maybe Jupiter or something.I start laughing and step in.
Now, the world in my digital eyes is a harmonious geometrical pattern and the shining desert wind is singing in my dolby ears. and I,m dedicating this dance to the wind and the sky and the earth. The beat climbs up from my tiptoes and goes through my backbone. then back to the sky through my raising hands. At this moment,I become an electric earth between sky and ground.I become the fire pillar of prana connecting origin of cosmic consciousness and am appreciate my very-much-be-here-now physical state. Cerebration and Dancing becomes the active meditation and then that purest joy has come again. Good-bye Kerouac. Apollo just saw a desert and we are starting to realize by dancing on this big blue candy where human beings gazed through the Trinitron screen on that day, holding their breath—- we can go much higher and far than science’s little victor while still stay on the ground … Using our deep insights and wisdom.
そうか。あたし今、月のうえにいるんだ。”ここ”が月だったんだ。ってことは、あの三日月状に輝いているのは木星か何かかな。あたしは笑い出し、そしてそのままステップを踏みはじめる。
あたしのデジタル・アイに映る世界は今この瞬間、調和に満ちたジオメトリカル・パターンとなって光を放つ。砂漠の風がドルビー・イアの耳元でひゅうひゅうと唸り、あたしはこのダンスを風と天と大地に捧げる。ビートは爪先から背骨を通り、高く挙げた両手から天へと還っていく。この時、あたしが天と地とをつなぐアース線となり、源たる宇宙意識と物質界との間にりんとして立つ、プラーナの燃え上がる柱そのものになるんだ。ダンスは能動的瞑想となり、あの至福の瞬間がまたやってくる。さよならケルアック。アポロが見たのは荒野だったね。
そしてあの晩、TVのトリニトロン越しに人類が息をのんで見つめた青い大きなキャンディのうえで、あたし達は踊りながら気付きはじめている。あの科学の小さな勝利よりもさらに遠くへ、この地上にとどまりながら行けるのだと。深い洞察と英知と共に。
When I jumped back to Tokyo on my spacey vespa, one voice message was left on my holographic mail service.It was from captain Nick and other pudding crew members.
On the coffee table, the captain’s tiny photograph is standing and speaking ‘ Our space rodeo is still spankin’. our next mission is… ‘ then suddenly intergalactic space dandy or space sir-duke whatever, Bam Bam appears and pushes the captain away and shouts ‘ free beer! ‘ with a flashing stick then 2 of them say ‘ see you in Byron Bay at the countdown!! ‘ then they are gone……
I close my eyes and a flashbacks of the desert’s whiteness and wind hits me, and that feeling comes back again to me….
Well, mission accomplished. What was the mission? The whole EXPERIENCE throughout the 7days was my mission. Now my core — the database of my soul had upgraded — one version up.
Change the B(-rain) P(-icnic) M(-ind frequency) to fit you and keep spankin’!!!!
See you!
——– to be continued.
Published on ‘ Zavtone ‘ Magazine 13th edition ‘ Into The 2000 ‘ issue ( 2000 )
その後、スペイシー・ヴェスパで東京に舞い戻ったら、サイバー・ヴォイス・メッセージが一件あたしのホログラフィ・メール・サーヴィスに残されてて、それはキャプテン・ニックとプディング・クルー達からだったわ。キャプテンの小さなホログラフィが、コーヒーテーブルのうえで立って喋りだす。”我々のスペース・ロデオは今だ続行中。次なる任務は。。”と、突然、インターギャラクティック・スペース・ダンディまたは宇宙公爵閣下、ああどっちでもいいや、、、ともかくバンバンが脇から現れてキャプテンを突き飛ばし、光る杖片手に”無料ビール!”と叫ぶ。それから二人そろって”バイロン・ベイのカウントダウンで会おう!”と言って映像は消えた、、、
あたしは目を閉じてフラッシュ・バックを感じる。あの砂漠の白さ、風、そしてあの感覚、、、、
てな訳で今回もミッション完了。何がミッションだったのかって?それはこの7日間における体験そのもの。あたしのコアとなる魂のデーター・ベースにさらなるヴァージョン・アップが成されたってわけ。
change the B(-rain)P(-icnic)M(-ind frequency)to fit you and keep spankin!!!!
じゃーね!!
~~~~~続く。
Published on ‘ Zavtone ‘ Magazine 13th edition ‘ Into The 2000 ‘ issue ( 2000 )