What happens when you're working for the "bad guy" and then go to a rave where your heart is blasted open in spiritual ecstasy? Well, for Jivana (who will turn into Raver J), it might involve a bit of a psychological crisis, the taking to an ancient...
I am sitting cross-legged on the ground along the perimeter of a jam-packed stadium. It's a massive party called Megawatt Phoenix.
LED fingertips twirl around me like a posse of comets playing butterfly games. I am not aware of the multitude of people catering to me as separate from myself as they massage my hands, arms, and head. I'm cruising through dimensions of geometric space until I am whispered to "open your eyes" by a girl's voice.
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Hair is stroked as something lifts my heart-shaped glasses to rest on the crown of my head. The helpers become a constant stream of braided-wave pleasure, aspects of rushing music and light. Or are they one? In this moment, I can't tell. It's pure experience as I watch the pantomiming performer show me a story of cosmic origins with his light gloves.
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The fingertips open portals, shake, and rapidly turn directions. We're on a roller coaster ride through black holes and other dimensions. Pleasure is at a pre-gush peak level and - without warning - "POOF," the light-glover blows in my face!
Timed at the drop of the bass, it was his finale to the orchestrally complex finger-dancing piece. Bolt-struck stunned; mind blown, face melted, I am in absolute reverence of the entire experience of this giant party my new friends call a rave.
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"Ha Ha Ha Raver J!" Marty, the neon leprechaun and new friend, proclaimed while laughing boisterously and elbowing another crew member, Shakra. Those two had been my escorts on a mission meandering through the crowds on the stadium floor. Thankfully it was at Shakra's chill speed, versus Marty's signature skipping-pace. They had brought me to a gatekeeper, a Medusa with glowing sherbet snakes. Through her grace was I granted the entertainment from her guarded light charmer.
