Yesterday, Tania and I decided to make a mini road trip to the Integratron Sound Bath in the middle of the desert about three hours away in Landers. Hoping that I would find clarity in a meditation chamber with 40 other people was wishful thinking, as I already know that turning my mind off is not something that I have ever been able to do on command. But the vibrations of the giant crystal bowls pulsing through my skin and bones at least reminded me how crazy everything is. Like, you can make real music with carved out rocks and lay in a dome in the middle of the desert with a bunch of strangers all trying to make themselves better. Life and nature and humans are crazy.
After the sound bath, we rocked on the hammocks and there was a man speaking Italian on the phone next to us. He reached out his hand to rock me and I let him. Tania asked him about the Vipassana Retreat where he just came from. People go there to find enlightenment. You don't speak, smoke, eat meat, or see the opposite sex for 10 days. His name was Marco and he asked if he could come with us to check out the Giant Rock, supposedly the biggest free standing boulder in the world visited by creatures from Venus. Like any intelligent females alone in the middle of the desert with no means of self defense, we said of course. Duh.
The Giant Rock was giant. There was graffiti all over stating that punk wasn't dead, two initials plus another two initials equals love, feminist symbols (I'm thinking it's because we are all adventurous, but maybe it's also the Venus visitor thing), the all-seeing eye. We listened to music out of my car and offered Marco a smoke. He said no like a good yogi should. So we smoked and danced out in the desert next to a giant rock. There was a second where I looked over at Tania and she was fucking radiant. And I wondered if I was too.
When we dropped him off back at the Integratron, he invited us to come back soon and he'll take us to the hot springs. Totes.
We drove slower through the town on the way back and stopped for what Tania said was the best Soy Chai she's ever had. When the guy told us that they were out of their regular Chai we were so obviously bummed, he brewed us a different kind and gave us giant samples before giving us our actual drinks. Why everyone was being so nice to us, I don't know. I would like to think that there really is a wave of good electromagnetic energy that emanates out from the desert, but it could have also been that one of us wasn't wearing a bra.
Singing to Tania's random ass iPod mix on the way back, I realized that I didn't need a sound bath to find clarity. I already had it, I just misplaced it somehow, getting wrapped up in things I shouldn't.
Marco texts later last night, "U gals are cool kittens."
Fuck yeah, we are.
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