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The Techno Cosmic Mass

OK, honestly, I don't even know what to say about this experience. I went with some Catholic friends to a banquet hall to watch a retired priest and various other speakers lead a few hundred (mostly game) congregants through every single New Age cliché one can imagine. We had our attention brought to each of the four directions, each of which represented an element (east-air, south-fire, west-water, north-earth), and for each of which there was an altar with masked attendants and a digital screen showing all sorts of images. (Whoever went out and found the thousand or so vaguely religious pictures we were shown over the next two hours was pretty thorough and eclectic, I'll give them that.)

There was ecstatic dancing to techno music. There were speeches and spoken word celebrating the month's theme: The Return of the Divine Feminine (happy Mother's Day!), with acknowledgements to the Divine Masculine (next month! don't miss it!). There was a severely eerie period of lamentation (the "Via Dolorosa") wherein the lights went down and everyone sobbed. Loudly. Rex (the organizer of our field trip) was having a ball. Lukas (the skeptic) had already left at that point, and we joked about his likely reaction. I was squicked out enough as it was.

The Award for Most Uncomfortable Moment would have to go to the exhortation to find a stranger, look deep into her eyes, and pronounce "All that is holy in me blesses all that is holy in you." Nigel and Margaret grabbed each other anyway (marital privilege?) and Rex was...game. Soon as I began looking for the bathroom, a ridiculously pretty hippie girl (they usually are; I don't know why) appeared in front of me and somehow I said it convincingly enough to get her to giggle, make a thanking motion, and scamper off.

What else to say? Check it out for yourself.
peachy as always, Mike at 5:25 PM