A shaman's visit to the city

A charged weekend night in the city,
and the city people geared up to be washed over.
The slightest hint of rain clouds greeting the happy clouds,
and the confluence was quite a sight.

Like a flock of charged beings we headed to the altar
of the shaman with his console, electricity in the air
and soma flowing freely amongst the believers and otherwise.
A breakbeat and the shaman took us all in his stride.

Hit by a wave of exhilarating energy, the masses gathered,
taking in the vibes, which at times were bouncy, grungy, loopy
or downright loaded with a blasting energy, jumping around and
letting ourselves go, we danced the energy dance.

Twisted spirals and a multiverse of sound layers,
one plane at a time and there was only one way to go,
Higher. Engulfed by the soundscapes coupled with bursts of energy
and breakdowns and colour and more energy.

As the energy rose at every plane, the crowd burst out into
a hysteric wave of madness and shouting chants,
to the shaman who would lead us there, somewhere.
A plane of sights, sounds and colourful people
channeling the pure and divine energy which bounced around the
arena.

The experience ended with the want for more of the fluid flow,
exhausted beings, like flower children who hung their head
yet full of colour and the bright hope of a new dawn,
the resonating ended and gradually the beings recomposed
and recollected themselves, headed out with a head full of music
and colour and a diminishing state of underlying trance.

The bounties of fulfilled expressions and emotions,
flew out with the music themselves, a touch of liberation
and an unexpected feeling of contentment overpowered us all.
It rained that night in the city, as we got out and were washed
away by nature's sweetest emotion.

Oh yes! oh oh yes! We had the party of our lives!