Dancing the sky down….
Horseback riders trespassing. A blue stake into the heart of the oak - no resistance. Opening doors. The other reality - go through the door. Light shining up the natural steps. A clearing, a mound. Creatures dancing round and round. Pannish creatures with leaves for hair and large ears, playing flutes. Other doors opening, other creatures appearing… The celebration. We are still in deep shadow my friend and I. Can we go to the meadow?
The sky is bright but I can see the stars and moon. My friend doesn't want the eye in the sky to see him, so we sit and watch from the safety of the grove.
A man with bee eyes and antennas comes up to us and asks us to leave. If we don't go down to the meadow we must leave. I try to argue for my friend's sake, but the bee man is adamant. I get up to leave then turn back, angry. What are they doing? What is the purpose? Why is everyone down on the meadow?
They are waiting for the eye to open, is the answer. The eye in the sky is a reflection of the eye on the ground. When both eyes open and look at each other the sky will come down and we will BE.
What purpose is this?
My friend asks if we will hear the music. The bee man answers yes. My friend wants to stay. Well if we stay I answer, then we will damn sure dance!
We go down and dance around the mound. I'm dancing with the strangest creatures - animal, humanoid, insectal, myriad half-creatures. And a wee feminine feline-like creature. Where have I seen her before? She dances with wild abandon, enticing me to join. We are all entranced, our bodies moving of their own accord. Our consciousness lifted to the heavens. The ritual appears to be reaching a crescendo. Then the ground begins to shake. The eye within the mound is opening! As it opens a light shoots up and reflects off and around the one in the sky. The music…….. I look at my friend - this is where you heard it! The sky, the blue, begins to lower and it comes down to ground level - the utter blackness of space, aurora borealis, ethereal winds. We all collapse to the ground.
Images dance across the heavens - black men whose head ornaments reach the sky. A man with a head of feathers instead of human hair that reaches out two feet in all directions. Animals……more people……other-worldly creatures. The sounds they make, blending with the astral music. A primal story enfolds. We watch with rapt, uncomprehending attention. We LIVE the tale. It is in our cells, calling to us to remember. My friend is on the ground, memorizing, absorbing, being absorbed.
The sky rises again……..
Aesop Rock - Impossible Kid Tour 7-18-16
1 year ago