Via Sinistrae September 10, 2005

Via Sinistrae Sep 10, 2005
The Ritual begins before it starts.
	It begins at a different moment for each of us.
It’s like making love with a new person; you have to find this particular rhythm, this particular night.

	For some, the beginning involves the costume and the mask.
For others it’s claiming the space; walking the perimeter, focusing. Lighting candles. Welcoming guests.

All with a sense of something coming. Vaguely dreading its arrival.

	This night there is a play of opposites; dualities, mirror images.
Disquieting videos, disquieting loud music present throughout.
	Energy pulled into space. Played with, amplified.

Identities fused. Masculine and feminine integrated.

Pairs. Triads. Connection.

Transfers of substance, increase in energy.
	Music as fuel, people as keys unlocking space.
Convulsive movements.
	Forgetting of self and lack of sensation in the physical body, all normal in this place.

Out of bodies and through doorways of opportunity.

Opportunities to push through your own barriers.

Opportunities to connect on an essential level.

Opportunities missed... or misperceived.

Alone, out of place, out of time, out of luck. Not fully part, not fully separate. Not even able to get off the floor.

Until Koyote helps you dance.
	Dancing mask to mask; disconnected again, horrified by what’s happening in the room.
Very sexual. People acting out.
	Close your eyes. What is happening? In your head? In the space? Make yourself look.
Horror to rapture in the blink of another’s eye.
	Constant dancing, bursting heart, crazy bliss.
Then fear again. So fast, one emotion to another. What is happening now? In your head? In the space?
	Brutal assault on a helpless woman, or woman feeling her own power in her own space?

As ecstatic as she had been is as upset as she is now.
Floor woman is oblivious to the drama.
	Floor woman is fine.

Ecstasy replaces terror and anger. Her heart catches fire again and stays on fire for the rest of the night.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a brain.
	It doesn’t matter if you don’t have nerves and muscles and skin.

You have a skeleton.

Make it dance on its own grave...

always aware of the other skeletons in the space...

aware of your part and their part in the Solar Circus...

where Koyote helps you dance.