I like when things break down. There’s something about long weather delays at the airport, a dead-stop in a traffic jam or a train derailing slightly off the tracks. Any shift or rotation where the Earth stops rotating the way it is supposed to. For that moment, I can relax and be like a child again: curious, starry-eyed, wondering what will unfold next but realizing that my will and my actions can’t or won’t force anything. For that moment, no matter how brief, one is absolutely free. In that moment, you truly realize the weight of the world doesn’t have to rest squarely on your soldiers and you can just relax and let go. You’re free - perhaps for the first time ever - to enter a state of pure being, for as long as you wish, or until the snow melts, the traffic picks up, etc.
I’ve always longed for these kinds of moments, though not necessarily for myself. You see, that moment, when things break down, offers a mesmerizing look, a peek, a glimpse, into what is real and tangible and eternal about you. For a moment, you realize that incessant machine hum, the constant barrage and inundation of the fast moving consumer culture, the echo of your worries, your doubts and fears, has stopped. That moment offers an entryway, a door to a whole new outlook, an entire new awakening. A world where you can turn those distractions off and fall in love and be one with silence; hands clasped. When you see that entryway and you choose to walk through it, you can begin to manifest harmony, love, peace and joy. Are you following me? Do you understand? Don’t worry, you will..
I feel like the world is currently immersed in what I’ll call a prolonged moment of things breaking down, yet, simultaneously, it feels increasingly like a return to the Natural State. It appears to be the defining truth, the musical soul of the ebb and flow of the universe. Call it a movement of consciousness, a vision of love or an existential musical celebration of life as joy. Whatever you choose to call it, we’re here and we’re fully signed in.
You see, what we’ve got here is a flavor to communicate. Call it a flavor like the smell in the air or on the concrete after a warm summer rain, like moonbeam concentrate, or the way you can still smell her on the pillow, even after she’s gone. If you pull all of these moments and sensory concoctions together into one funky existential soup, boiled with pure, childlike joy, then you can begin to have an approximation of the world that awaits each and every one of us.
We’re here to share joy, to cultivate joy, to articulate our own vision, to live the purpose that birthed us and to experience that joy with one another. We are a Cosmic Happening rooted in a Local Event. We're a musical, spiritual, literary, socially conscious, spiritually aware movement of joy. The sum of all life, after all, is joy.
The art we create can reflect that feeling, without reservations or pretentiousness. And our lives, individually and collectively, are a sacred work of art. Please feel free not to just listen or observe, but to actually join in and create as we weave koans for a new Buddha consciousness , backing off that tired road of the ever-saddening human condition.
You are not your tragedies. Forget about your sadness or your delusory awareness of past opportunities that have been compromised. You and I and God are all here now, fully awake and alive. We are all one. One consciousness, one prolonged masterpiece of living joy. It is our true and natural state of being. That tired road I spoke of earlier soon will no longer exist. It is fading. Come find the new road with us. Explore and wander with us, as we abandon that sad formless tragedy of old and recognize the beauty of the magnificent universe and the sacred music of the Eternal Now. Join us on a new sacred lifejourney that will offer love, insight, humor and an abundance of joy, as we recognize the equivalence of the uncarved block and the well-wrought urn, the ornate and the austere as peacefully coexisting contraries.
I hope that collectively, we will summon up a joy that has been dying to find it’s way into our hearts and minds. I hope it will conjure up massive feelings of actualized unconiditional love and allow you to release your true self into this new world that you’ll help create.
Joy is our sonic canvas and we’ll play music, create art, write truth, or sing sacred mysteries with an honest sweetness, attempting to evoke the same awakening in our universal brothers and sisters that we’ve been blessed to experience in our own lives.
Can you hear the wheel? Can you hear Gaia Song? It sounds like the everlasting sweetness of October as trains disappear until a grapy purple dusk, like a blanket starry desert sky on a soft summer evening, as ghosts whisper secrets on an old, haunted radio. The Universal Sound is as inspired by a childs’ laugh as by bluebirds scattered from an ancient, weeping dreaming tree. We’re noxious illusions , romantic prose and hidden profundity as weird, but beautiful sleeping truths. We’re that first touch of love, that invincible summer. We’re the first three seconds of your favorite song. Come on, check it out for yourself. Hold my hand and declare, here and now, that you're a unique, sacred expression of God and that you're here to create! Bring a blanket. Stay awhile..
