Greeting Kalibos..

Spirit gatherings can be dangerous things, the coming together of like minded beings drawn together from all corners of the globe at one precise moment in time can result in explosive effervescent bondings of mind body and soul.
The collective mind can speak to a million souls without uttering a word, the synchronisty of people around a bonfire can reaffirm our own humainty, as a tribal primal thing. A consciousness we so readily cast aside in this modern ammentiy driven rat race, a rat race i was beginning to believe that would soon become my fate if drastic measures weren't taken to avert soul titanic.



The valleys and forests of the Lord and Lady Somerset would be stage upon which this gathering would take place, donning the robe of the Wi'chootoo, White Hawk myself and the wand Little Cage of Theydon Bois took a 5 hour train ride through the rolling countryside of south to south west England, we arrived at the quaint town of Totnes and took a short ride in a cab to the lands of Lord Seymour, past his forefathers castle Berry Pomperoy, which just happened to be one of the most haunted castles in Britain. (lots of crazy latent energy i can assure you).
The festival itself was sweet,small,comfortable and not trying too hard to be something it wasnt.
But this isnt a blog about a festival or infact about anything else but the meeting of Kalibos.



Kalibos one of the many deities of the fire became evident to us over the next 3 days. The coming together of humans around a campfire/bonfire goes back to our earliest point as a species. The capturing of fire was the turning point of our cultural and social evolution. The worship of fire predates any religeon except the religeons of the sun and moon, through their unison fire was born into this world and we have danced around it in its honor forever more.
I tended this fire and kept its orange warm glow alive for three days, it was during this time that the magic happened, as i stoked the rich embers of his heart, the coming and going of so many unique souls gathering around Kalibos occured, breathing it its warmth paying homage to him in their own special way.




For the homage of wood through the valleys deep mist these soul adventurers would quest, with promises of hell hounds and highwaymen they braved the dark deep forests and together we stayed warm through the Cold September night.
Around Kalibos the conversations often lent towards Philosophy and religion whether it be a uniform faith or personal shamenism to even the beat of the drum gods and smoking weed to get hyper, everyone found a place with the person next to them to share their thoughts and feelings.

" Phenomenal thoughts of Rainbow Gatherings and the writhing bodies of intergalactic tribes to world music and instrumentation " Dragonfly turned and said.

In his eyes you could see, that he'd actually seen these things, in his eyes you could accept that seeing through time was a daily occurrence and that the fact that he was never coming back seemed to have set him at peace.




He certainly was an interesting cat, from undeniable blue blood background you could see that he had cast of a certain expected lifestyle and lived within the woods of the mind. Yet he smelt of Gucci aftershave and was constantly washing himself in sub zero temperatures, almost as if nothing else really mattered..just the personal journey through this beautiful planet of ours and living with it and our kin in the most positive way possible.

Now Wi'chootoo Kroarohawk Fire Shamans the world over will tell you this is but only one side of the story, that this life is a dynamic journey fraught with peril and compromise, its how you transcend this path that counts, the journey to achieve personal synchronicity with your surroundings is long and never ceasing.



Now as the days drew to an end and the temperature dropped, Kalibos would roar into life, mystifying with his dancing fire tendrils, creeping in and out of the fire, he drew everyone closer and closer (infact at one point so close a fellows shoes caught alight, naughty Kalibos). It was in these times that i felt the connection of the group, the transient collection of minds coming here and there, yet only myself and White Hawk sat never ceasing by his side, keeping the magisty of the fire evident for 35 hours..



It was so good to reconnect with my fellow man, ive been drifting in a soul connection sense for awhile now. Theres alot of leeches out there but what this trip taught me is to not judge those leeches because they are but what they are, if you look in the right places with the right eyes, those with shining lights will find you, they will only find you if you let your light shine forth also, so i guess you gotta bear that in mind.

Like a moth to Kalibos we are all drawn at some point, humbly does it though, because if like Icarus we think too much of ourselves,

we will fly high

and

we will fall.



AGENT B