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  • As the shift into the new era occurs, a city of crazies emerges in the scorching Nevada desert during the last week of August. A living mandala spreads across the dry salt bed called the Playa; the name of this city: Black Rock, its life cycle 1 week of the year...

    Its citizens gather from all over this vibrating sphere to escape the mundane grayness of their regular lives and to begin the crystallization ritual of creative expression and release.

    This ritual began in 1986 when Larry Harvey and a group of friends celebrated his rebirth; commemorating his new life they burned a wooden sculpture of a man to symbolise his metamorphosis.

    Quickly and spontaneously the annual ritual grew to be too big for the beach in northern San Francisco and was moved to its current location the Playa, Black Rock City - Nevada's third largest city.

    * * *

    Art is sprinkled across the surreal landscape of aquarelle colors, gathering the madness of over 35.000 souls and concentrating it in a grand display of psychedelic flamboyance, pyromania and creativity.

    Floating vehicles, dripping in lights and glitter, house mobile-bars in which Alice meets Mad Max's crew to have some mushroom brew.

    Spaceship mermaids riding glowing seahorses and dragging two dusty speakers at 3 miles/hr are cheered along by parades of cartoonish freaks dancing to the trance that lingers in the ever so light sand particles that twirl in the air.

    In the background a fire-breathing whale chases the pirate ship manned by naked women and space cowboys, on their way to a “sonic head-wash” after having their poonani trimmed.

    Substances are abundant yet unnecessary. The energy field takes you to high places alone as this psychedelic montage celebrates its bardo nature, a true manifestation of a a Temporary Autonomous Zone .

    It´s a surreal city in a profound landscape with every type of bizarre service, transaction, and communion.

    The best part being the gift economy; no money transactions are allowed! (Other than a pricey entrance fee $250). All trade is made in barter form and everybody contributes in whatever way they can. Participation is essential to fully experiencing the magic of Black Rock City, one becomes a spectator and the spectated in this ever changing mandala of human celebration and creation.

    Thousands of gift giving pixies and elves are around to share trinkets and crafts, good luck charms, condoms, peyote and rum.

    * * *

    All this happens in spontaneous dance; there is no main attraction other than the people who are in it.

    Everyone is there to play.

    Surrounding the dust storms and the fire tornadoes, a dense energy field envelops Black Rock City; people from all countries and all walks of life come to share their uncommonly common world views.

    The abstract and intangible nature of art is bridged and brought closer to everyone.

    One bumps into old friends and pilgrims whose paths have crossed before. Coincidences, synchronicities, and all strange things of that nature are accelerated, facilitated, and amplified.

    The more one embraces the traditions of this city the stronger its seductive magical powers become.

    And as the fire burns the art to the ground, we leave no trace, and stare with awe at the flames that guide our meditative state, letting us scream with ecstasy and cleaning our souls.

    That is where we shall keep the fire till this living collage of extremities re-emerges next year; same place another time, in a parallel universe.

    May the creative force be with you…
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