#floor-lessons

Being at psy festivals has taught me a lot about the organizing of individuals into an efficient and powerful group, and how that can be achieved quite effortlessly by mere structure. Bringing order to

Ever since I stumbled upon these gaps that seemed to be cosmic invitations to new experiences I started wondering: Where could this go? How far can I take it? And most of all: How do I get past those instances

Nowhere has this "gap theory" helped me so much to find a way to trust life as on psychedelic dancefloors where I first stumbled upon it. In part 1 we dove a bit into the need for it and how

For years - and really for most of my life - I have encountered a strange energetic exchange between men and women, a seeming difficulty to approach one another and great difficulty to get to a place of

Concluding my festival story from S.U.N. festival 2013, read up part 1 and part2 I was a wreck, feeling the intensity of what probably should happen vs. my BS narratives how it would be weird to walk over

Continuing my cosmic festival story, read up on part 1 here As I was dancing I watched the dude I just gave a hug to walk over to his friend to share his cigarette. A group of two girls were coming over

One of the most memorable experiences on my psy travels was S.U.N. festival, Hungary in 2013. People were awesome, my newfound crew from southern Germany had welcomed me into their camp with open arms

I have often noticed how essential the ability to cry is in order to release penned up emotions and to loosen the obsessive grip on our inner world of conditioning. As men, we are not meant to cry, especially

Finishing up the story of my insightful psychedelic journey I took in 2013, check out part 1 and part 2 before you read the conclusion here ;) As nature had calmed down in the following hours and my mind

Continuing my story about a psychedelic journey in 2013 that caught me by surprise and left me with many valuable insights into life, the universe and my own mind. Read Part 1 here A storm coming As I

In my second Ozora year I met yet another lovely crew of people and we became great friends right away, camping together for the week and having a great time as the festival progressed. Among them was

In the many years I went for my festival summer walking barefoot I have made some interesting and counter-intuitive observations regarding my body's way of detoxing and how easy it is to smell good without

On my first Ozora in 2012 everything was new to me - the place, the people, the experience. From my regular life at home I wasn't quite used to random people communicating with one another in mutual respect

It was a brilliant afternoon to celebrate being alive. The gateways of the mind were still wide open, a sensibility to pick up on the slightest bits of information from the environment and other people's

It was the last afternoon in a magical week of experiences. I really wanted to smoke some green for the closing ceremony by the mainfloor, but I had run empty over the week. Just a little more for the

"Hey guys I really don't want to pressure you, but can we get going soon?" I was waiting for my newfound friends from Italy to finish up what they were doing so that we could walk down to the