To know a higher world find a dance floor
The intense analeptic rays of the 11 am sun scold my eyes between the breaks in the rafters above me and I realize I’ve been dancing for nearly 20 hours without a single pause in my step; still, submission is unthinkable. The Berlin club I’ve landed at is a total grime scene compared to others around the corner and yet I couldn’t have been more enraptured by its sensuality. Effortlessly I rewind time back to this intimate memory, the evocative imagery of the warped wood making up the rickety dance floor as it recoils from the stomping of the bodies in my periphery. I still sense the opaque salty droplets of sweat that slowly drip down my neck into the crease of my collarbone as I move my body into the euphoric energy of existing in the flow of here and now.
My senses triggered again by the smell of mixing aromas; vinyl records cooking on the decks paired with the tobacco and hashish smoke burning off the cigarette hanging out of the Dj’s mouth. She’s an androgynously dressed, babyfaced, electro master. Sporting basketball shorts, hair pulled back, and a plain face; expressionless in her focused gaze, entranced and meditative. Audacious in her transitions, I’m feeling the elements of the universe through the sound waves flowing out of the speakers; earth, wind, fire, and water. She’s our savior in this memory because she understands the rare and sensuous dialect of our consciousness unfolding alongside hers.
There’s only a handful of blissed out faces surrounding me, each individual enthralled with only the responsibility of being alive and present in this moment. The various rhythms of each body and every face burned forever in my psyche. I observe their expressions, I think about how many generations, how many ancestors it took each one of us to arrive here from the terrestrial paradise of non-existence.
My mind replays each step and my soul fills again with the emotions imprinted forever into my evolution. I recall every super charged sensation, deepening as her transitions adopt my soul; I enter a trance with each rhythmic rotation of my hips. The precise and powerful step each foot makes, the left up with the percussion, the right hitting with bassline.
The all encompassing energy of the memory dissolves me, and flashing back I still remain incognizant of anything else in the universe. There is no worldly distraction capable of unbinding my coordinates on these dance floors that find me. Devoted forever to this sacred union of body, mind, soul; fused with movement, passion, and spirit. I’ve witness lifetimes of healing unfold in each primitively modern ritual. I worship these spaces I am free to express and connect.
To appreciate the power behind each breath taken, and find value in the release of every thought through various motions, is to join in the celebration of life, the true purpose of it all. We bleed soulfully as the collective energies begin to coagulate and pump through the echoes. When I acknowledge my presence on the dance floor, I momentarily dissolve all identity and transcend to the heavens; becoming openly available to witness the sacred act of being alive.
It is to see the magnificence of the mind in its creation of music, and the passion of the soul in receiving this energetic exchange in varying frequencies from another. Music is designed to take us out of our current place in space and time and transport us to alternate dimensions, we become untouched by anything not made of pure bliss. When I dive deep into my understanding of the power of music I face god in her most potent form of expression. It will never escape me how blessed we are to be here dancing; mysteriously guided, healed, and connected by all that is music.
When we dance, we embrace the raw nature of our universal connection imbedded in the DNA of humanity and bring infinite value to the unique expression of our each individual bodies. We activate our powers, and show worship to our eccentric beauty. It’s a seduction of primal release as we witness each other dance without fear or reason.
I know without music life would be a dull series of encounters and without music the spirit of this world would lack all passion, for music is a spirit created by passion and channeled from the souls of the millions of musical gods existed on this plane. It is the great connector for all walks of life. From the ancient medicine songs sang around fires in the amazon to the underground raves rampant in every major city. We gather in cathedrals to feel the ethereal sounds of the orchestra, and we gather at bars in awe of the no name jazz musicians in the corner areas of cities that embody the energy of John Coltrane or duke Ellington.
Music and dance is the most accessible thing in the world. You don’t have to throw yourself into the chaos of Berlin to feel what I am feeling. This bliss is most commonly found every day in my headphones as I walk the streets of Venice. Music inspires my writing, motivates my activities, and heals my soul. I feel myself come alive as the the various strings and melodies ripple through my spine, the rhythms sync up to my heartbeat, and synapses fire off in my brain as daily I explore my undying love for music.
A rightful development is our relationship with music: to close our eyes, to sink deeply into the ethereal realm where sound is birthed and time escapes its imprisonment. To find worship for the creativity of life in the present moment of this study of sound and self. An opportunity to learn the rhythmic language of our souls and let it reflect in the way our bodies moves around to the vibrations that inspire us. Disengage from external diversions we rediscover our divinity in this sacred ceremony of transformation that pulls all beings deeper into source.
Kurt Vonneget:
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDEDFOR THE EXISTENCE OF GODWAS MUSIC