Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our
nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice
is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our
currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of
choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian
though we know it will never be.
> > >>> >You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may
> > >>> >misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
> > >>> >We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because
> > >>> >we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are
> > >>> >not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not
> > >>> >naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal
> > >>> >village that transcends man-made law, physical
> > >>> >geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One
> > >>> >Massive.
> > >>> >
> > >>> >We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the
> > >>> >thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a
> > >>> >mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of
> > >>> >concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn
> > >>> >back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness,
> > >>> >and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all
> > >>> >the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not
> > >>> >only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the
> > >>> >very music slamming into us and passing through our
> > >>> >souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we
> > >>> >could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us
> > >>> >forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen
> > >>> >our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to
> > >>> >turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift
> > >>> >them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from
> > >>> >creating this magical bubble that can, for one
> > >>> >evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and
> > >>> >pollution of the outside world. It is in that very
> > >>> >instant, with these very realizations that each of was
> > >>> >truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs,
> > >>> >or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left
> > >>> >for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
> > >>> >Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most
> > >>> >intense, most hedonistic form.
> > >>> >
> > >>> >In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves
> > >>> >of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have
> > >>> >been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to
> > >>> >relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from
> > >>> >the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your
> > >>> >own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming
> > >>> >that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the
> > >>> >moment we were born. Programming that tells us to
> > >>> >hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff
> > >>> >ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon
> > >>> >hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb
> > >>> >ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through
> > >>> >mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us
> > >>> >to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to
> > >>> >feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our
> > >>> >own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close
> > >>> >our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the
distopian reality of the world you've created for us,
we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in
celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the
values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance,
Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and
Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice
is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and
challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in
place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But
know that while you may shut down any given party, on
any given night, in any given city, in any given
country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can
never shut down the entire party. You don't have
access to that switch, no matter what you may think.
The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never
fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this
is my manifesto.
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Current Mood: |
 complacent |
Current Music: |
Beatles- Love Album |
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