Let the Gods ride you like a horse…
Dancing.
This time it was a place called Berlin. A great dance club here in Chicago. Well, the entrance is in Chicago.
I’m fairly sure the club itself isn’t.
It was Green Drunken Amateur day, and the club was full of the noxious color when we got there. It was still early, still before 1. The music wasn’t promising, but then again it was working for the throng of drunken greenies.
We wandered to the back bar and ordered ourselves some drinks.
I am an atheist, really…
But for some reason I keep tossing off pleas for strength and guidance in the dance of life from metaphormorphilogical characters such as Pan…not unlike my favorite atheist, Socrates, might have in Phaedrus.
Maybe not the wisest action if you don’t like chaos. But then I've always been fond of Eris.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have started with Tequila. (laughing)
So, we stand near the back bar, and we watch the late crowd begin to come in, and some of the greenies begin to leave, but a lot stayed.
We began to flirt, to touch each other to the rhythms…
Standing back and watching as we unfold in three directions….the visions of delight I’m with attracting attention…sucking people in….
I can’t say quite when the tipping point came…when the crowd changed over…when the music began to thrum to a more intense pitch….I remember going out to the dance floor…I remember dancing….but as if in a dream.
Well, that’s how I viewed it at first…now I realize I was being ridden…by the gods….
(laughing)
Really. I Am An Atheist.
The floor was packed as the womyn before me danced, sweated and swayed against the crowd…the dance floor so full there is no clear boundaries besides the self enforced.
I would probably have more readers if I wrote about what happened after the dancing (laughing)…Storm has already touched on that.
But for me…in my memory…it is not like other memories…it was like being ridden by the gods. And it was good. And deep, and passionate, intense and wild…and if that wasn’t a religious experience…then there is no such thing (laughing).
One has to throw it down completely, give it up entirely, let the chaos and the rhythms flow through you and the crowd, let the energy create the vortex of the door to the real world. Bring it closer and bind yourselves with it, taste it, savor it…drink it and become enlightened by it.
Loose your hold on surety and take the energy… push the bounds….take each touch farther than you should….build it up till it is time to take the dance elsewhere, where three can play with the energy of chaos. Let the gods ride your soul. Dance like your life depends on it.
~~~
Although next time Pan, maybe a little less tequila when you’re driving. At least when you’re driving my body around, Ok?
Maybe atheist isn't the best word to describe me, even if it is "technically" true.
This time it was a place called Berlin. A great dance club here in Chicago. Well, the entrance is in Chicago.
I’m fairly sure the club itself isn’t.
It was Green Drunken Amateur day, and the club was full of the noxious color when we got there. It was still early, still before 1. The music wasn’t promising, but then again it was working for the throng of drunken greenies.
We wandered to the back bar and ordered ourselves some drinks.
I am an atheist, really…
But for some reason I keep tossing off pleas for strength and guidance in the dance of life from metaphormorphilogical characters such as Pan…not unlike my favorite atheist, Socrates, might have in Phaedrus.
Maybe not the wisest action if you don’t like chaos. But then I've always been fond of Eris.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have started with Tequila. (laughing)
So, we stand near the back bar, and we watch the late crowd begin to come in, and some of the greenies begin to leave, but a lot stayed.
We began to flirt, to touch each other to the rhythms…
Standing back and watching as we unfold in three directions….the visions of delight I’m with attracting attention…sucking people in….
I can’t say quite when the tipping point came…when the crowd changed over…when the music began to thrum to a more intense pitch….I remember going out to the dance floor…I remember dancing….but as if in a dream.
Well, that’s how I viewed it at first…now I realize I was being ridden…by the gods….
(laughing)
Really. I Am An Atheist.
The floor was packed as the womyn before me danced, sweated and swayed against the crowd…the dance floor so full there is no clear boundaries besides the self enforced.
I would probably have more readers if I wrote about what happened after the dancing (laughing)…Storm has already touched on that.
But for me…in my memory…it is not like other memories…it was like being ridden by the gods. And it was good. And deep, and passionate, intense and wild…and if that wasn’t a religious experience…then there is no such thing (laughing).
One has to throw it down completely, give it up entirely, let the chaos and the rhythms flow through you and the crowd, let the energy create the vortex of the door to the real world. Bring it closer and bind yourselves with it, taste it, savor it…drink it and become enlightened by it.
Loose your hold on surety and take the energy… push the bounds….take each touch farther than you should….build it up till it is time to take the dance elsewhere, where three can play with the energy of chaos. Let the gods ride your soul. Dance like your life depends on it.
~~~
Although next time Pan, maybe a little less tequila when you’re driving. At least when you’re driving my body around, Ok?
Maybe atheist isn't the best word to describe me, even if it is "technically" true.
posted by Johnny Lightheart at 10:39 PM
1 Comments:
Johnny, an atheist calling on Pan one of the oldest gods in the Greek myths. Hmm, Pan and Eris a troublesome pair if ever I saw one.
You certainly don't want Eris throwing her golden apple between you and Storm, one Trojan war was enough.
A thought prevoking post Johnny, thanks.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
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