PLuR, to me, has always been a concept. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. For a time, I embraced the idea. By spewing forth this happiness, this "vibe" I sought to make myself happier. And oh the hugs and love it brought! But it was all drugged, fueled not by love, but by a chemical.
And, as that chemical faded each time, and slowly from my life...so did this concept. The realization that I'm not a happy bouncy shiny person, and that I don't like everybody...and I don't have to...was gratifying. It made things easier.
But with it came a cynicism...a disbelief. Since I didn't believe in it, because it didn't fit my life, everybody else spewing it was just a liar...lying to others, and more so to themselves.
I still think most of them are.
But now, experience has taught me otherwise. I've 'found' PLUR! Hah. I won't go so far as to say all that...but I experienced the closest thing anybody ever has...
Out in the desert, I was a part of a gathering. A few hundred people in full celebration, creating and experiencing the truly ecstatic under a full moon. This community which gathered, trailed into the desert from elsewhere, accepted with open arms, allcomers. No suspicion, no expectation, all things taken at face value, without the need to sneak or poke or hide.
And as I sat above this gathering, myself gathering my thoughts atop the canyon wall....being watched by the moon, I felt it.
In many manifestations, I felt this feeling I'd sought before in a chemical. Tonight, I found it in a place, in people, in where it should be found. Total trust and safety in the presence of strangers. Acceptance of anything *I* needed to do for myself, unconditional love for me just for being, and being here.
In this place, my, our only worry is the threat of reality....life away from this place, rearing its ugly head and threatening that which has been so carefully crafted, and cultivated in the canyon below.
And watching my fellow moontribers below me...dancing, moving, swaying, sitting, exulting in the pure beauty of this moment...this company...this place.
This, is beauty.
This, is perfect.
*This*, is PLUR.
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I just wrote this, compiled from my notes, memories, and feelings resulting from what I honestly think is one of the most profound experiences in my life. I still can't express the impact it had on me.
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s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
And, as that chemical faded each time, and slowly from my life...so did this concept. The realization that I'm not a happy bouncy shiny person, and that I don't like everybody...and I don't have to...was gratifying. It made things easier.
But with it came a cynicism...a disbelief. Since I didn't believe in it, because it didn't fit my life, everybody else spewing it was just a liar...lying to others, and more so to themselves.
I still think most of them are.
But now, experience has taught me otherwise. I've 'found' PLUR! Hah. I won't go so far as to say all that...but I experienced the closest thing anybody ever has...
Out in the desert, I was a part of a gathering. A few hundred people in full celebration, creating and experiencing the truly ecstatic under a full moon. This community which gathered, trailed into the desert from elsewhere, accepted with open arms, allcomers. No suspicion, no expectation, all things taken at face value, without the need to sneak or poke or hide.
And as I sat above this gathering, myself gathering my thoughts atop the canyon wall....being watched by the moon, I felt it.
In many manifestations, I felt this feeling I'd sought before in a chemical. Tonight, I found it in a place, in people, in where it should be found. Total trust and safety in the presence of strangers. Acceptance of anything *I* needed to do for myself, unconditional love for me just for being, and being here.
In this place, my, our only worry is the threat of reality....life away from this place, rearing its ugly head and threatening that which has been so carefully crafted, and cultivated in the canyon below.
And watching my fellow moontribers below me...dancing, moving, swaying, sitting, exulting in the pure beauty of this moment...this company...this place.
This, is beauty.
This, is perfect.
*This*, is PLUR.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I just wrote this, compiled from my notes, memories, and feelings resulting from what I honestly think is one of the most profound experiences in my life. I still can't express the impact it had on me.
bc
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bc-
s^8^ represent.
"Fuck PLUR! it's all about hardcore ass fucking!!"
'I think, therefore I fuck up.'
"drug suppliers, typically wearing 'Ecko' brand sweat shirts shuffle around the dance floor, chanting softly, 'want some pills? k?'" - Shu Shin Luh, The Chicago Sun-Times
