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Published on September 23rd, 2013 | by gatsbyadmin

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Burning More Than A Man

We gather together in the desert each year to raise great structures and marveous acheivements of art and engineering from the cracked desolate lake bed. We gather to heft our burdens upon a great funeral pyre, and to release all that no longer serves us.  We gather to venerate a great uniting, yet overshadowing presence…and we gather to burn it.  All of it.

From the enormous UFO topped by the towering “Man” to the beautiful and painstakingly hand-crafted temple.  From the prints in Fractal Planet’s on-playa gallery to the expressive effigies of the international core projects. From our lost loves to our bad habits….we burn it all.

Burning Man cannot be encapsulated. It cannot be defined, and it is an event which is challenge to “cover” in any traditional sense. Even when friends ask us “What was it like?” , all we can answer is: “go see for yourself”.   Burning Man is a place out of time, and it is a place of magic and manifestation.  What you desire and wha you perceive are  realty in Black Rock City.  So mind your thoughts, and speak your wishes…the playa is listening.

This year the playa answered this gonzo journalist’s wishes and brought me onto the playa with both biological and found families.  Burning Man is a unique experience for each participant, unparalleled by anything else. My Burning Man was beautiful, challenging, and rewarding adventure. What a blessing exploring this playground with children, exposing my mother to my world, and giving my gift in a large scale-production.  Seeing fire-spinners through the eyes of my six-year-old niece, reveling with my nine-year-old nephew as he gasped at explosions and chanted “burn, man, burn”, aiding an exahuasted and dehydrated colaborator, capturing footage of performers giving their glorious gifts, scrambling 600 eggs and weeping with my mother in the temple as we forgave old hurts….this was my Burning Man.  What might yours look like?

The official theme was Cargo Cult, and we embraced it with amazing bamboo structures and slews of fresh coconuts.  We even felt like perhaps we were the cargo…all us freaky fabulous wonderous alien creatures deposited, 70,000 strong, on a cracked prehistoric lakebed.  So many people attended this year that BLM closed the gates Thursday night and restricted entry to one in, one out.  The community is growing, and the principles of Burning Man are spreading, which is of course is positive.  Yet this raises questions about the ability to sustain the event in its current form.  The evolution of this cultural phenomenon is sure to continue winding  down an interesting and dusty path.

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