TOWARDS A sky billowing in the distance with upward-bound cloud we walked, keeping tight to the diamond-shaped ridge on our left. It was into a mood of prehistory rolling from the ancient beech trees knotting its sides, as if at any moment a Moa could come crashing down, through, its splayed three-toed feet flying.
We passed many coming-together-campsites in the lengthening shadows, pungent with cigarettes and blunts, loud with chatter and favoured electronica, whilst out on the downs a confusion of colourful Gatherers jinked like confetti caught high in the wind.
We sought our own space under the eaves, large enough to accommodate our crew, maybe twenty or so yet to come. A mixed group of funky guys and girls hanging as friends, still a wondrous thing to me then.
A crew I had met shortly after that first abandoned warehouse dance party in the centre of town - young, resonant, positive, socially adroit, spiritually aware, as apt to discuss The Celestine Prophecy as an upcoming stomp. And always something fun to do, house, club or party to go too, Wednesday to Sunday, the rhythm of their lives marked by the ever-present trance and dance and recreational drugs.
We were first world children.
Brought up in peace, bored, with no great cause to own, ya-yaa-ing on the picket line, no survival simplifications; only young and eager and outraged by the ceaseless hunger stretching endless before us, that svelte compulsion of many years, work and work and compete and consume and get ahead - leave the others behind - fuck ’em, right? - over the top boys, over the top - the me, me, ME of media, our spiritual destitution;
just a life-time ahead of being weighed and ranked, of being told who was better and why, everybody’s life a highlight reel, and with it all hurtling at you ever faster, contending, compounding, that whole fucking rotten bullshit deal - rejected, because this was Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect, cuz - not the tarnished caricature but something beautiful, truly. Conscious. Lived and intended.
Peace. Love. Unity. Respect. It meant something then and still does now, cool cats doing cool things whose policy was betterment and inclusion.
My friends scions. I loved them with a huge passion. They were simply the finest humans I’d ever known.
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