As the city continues to grow, internet becomes a precious commodity. I have not been able to get connected all day on WiFi and only sporadically on cellular.
We made it back from our dust adventure from my last post – I’m honestly having trouble determining if that was yesterday. It was the 1st of September according to my computer, and today must be the 3rd, although it is 2:30 in the morning as I type this. Time does not really exist here as fluidly as it does in the default world.
Tuesday night/morning I had to work a shift in camp called Temple Guardian. In the day, Sacred Spaces offers workshops and yoga classes, and at night it turns into a stage and dance floor. The Temple Guardian’s job is to make sure everything is safe and respectful at all times, to keep the temple’s clean, and generally be the adult in the room during the party. I reported at 1:30 a.m., dressed in white, and patrolled the perimeter of the camp. I expected drunken mayhem, and was shocked at the level of respect people paid to our space.
This guy was parked outside. The Art Car seems to be the way to get around town. Far easier than all this pedaling.
We had fire dancers show up.
And this cool screen that created laser images of the dancers
My shift was three hours long and it went by quickly. It was interesting to be completely sober during a dance party in the middle of the night. One guy walked up to me and said “You look like you need a hug.” We hugged, he exuded alcohol from his skin, and I asked his name. “They call me Tree.” And then he was gone, back on the dance floor.
After a nap and a snack, we set out to try and find two sets of people. Finding people in Black Rock City is nearly impossible. You basically go to their camp and ask around for them. If they happen to be there and someone happens to know them, you might find them. We needed to make it to Pink Heart, where the magically people live who found me a spare ticket and recommended us to Sacred Spaces. (You have to apply to be a part of this camp, and know someone who can recommend you.) Our people were not around, but we loaded up on some delightful cucumber water and took a photo under the heart.
We also got to meet the famous Halcyon, who makes wonderful videos about how to prep for Burning Man. I was happy to personally thank him for creating this for the community. What a gift.
Since my friends weren’t there (never fear, I went back later in the day and met them all. Such joy.), we tried to track down Snow Queen and King, who you might remember we met in line however many days ago we were in line. We found their camp, asked around, and were finally directed to their tent, where they were happily sleeping. My dad – no surprise – stood outside the tent and called their names. Snow Queen made an appearance shortly thereafter, and we were reunited with our roadside friend.
People who come here frequently tend to have rituals. They always get grilled cheese at 3, or make sure they hit the carcass wash by 5. Snow Queen goes to the Lavender Lounge each morning, where they offer scalp massages and spritzing with lavender water. Your eyes are covered with a mask, so the sensory experience is heightened. Quite refreshing out here in the dust.
As we were walking back, we met QuPid, one of the many men who created a reenactment of the Trojan War a few years back.
He even let us all try on his helmet.
I found a sign that accurately described my sentiment from the morning
And so did my dad.
It was getting quite dusty, and we didn’t want to be late for brunch. We said goodbye to the magical Snow Queen and headed back through another storm to eat. The food in our camp is absolutely delicious, and we eat twice a day with our community. I have quite enjoyed this gathering time to hear what everyone is up to throughout the day. Every single person is having a unique experience here. My experience is not even the same as my parents, and we are living ten feet away.
I decided to venture out on my own in the afternoon after a short nap. I did not take my phone, so you’ll have to imagine my adventure. I was finally able to connect with my friends at Pink Heart and thank them for the gift they have given my family. I then parked my bike and walked around the neighborhood a bit, empty cup in hand, drinking libations from various camps along the way. I climbed to the top of a 5 story tower in the middle of a dust storm, and sat at the top while the structure swayed in the wind. After a few hours I headed home, through another huge dust storm across the playa. When I returned, I was completely covered – this is my leg, and you can see where my socks were quite clearly
And a photo inside the RV – the winds were blowing up to 25 miles an hour today, and keeping the dust out became an impossibility.
Right now it is eerily quiet. It’s a bit after 3 in the morning, and soon we will be heading out to the main temple to participate in a ceremony called the White Party. We will gather at the temple at sunrise, and hold in a circle and chant OM, setting an intention for peace and love in the world. Someone is measuring the frequency of the energy created by this collective. I’m hoping we get to hitch a ride on our camp art car, as the ride out to the temple is long and the wind hasn’t died down all that much.
I will try to post again tomorrow night. I have a temple shift again at 1:30, and Friday begins a lot of the burning of various structures. The man himself will burn on Saturday night. I only have a vague grasp of these times. I know there are a few events I don’t want to miss, but it is completely impossible to see and do everything. I am bathed in amazement.
Sending you all our love and positive energy this morning. Thank you for the gifts you bring to our lives back in the default world – we are all quite grateful.