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grim23This weekend I went to Beltane in 'Ol Number 3, leaving the traditional Harley behind. She ran great, but had to have her new belts tightened on arrival, which happened with the assistance of Maverick. Oh. Excuse me - President Maverick of the Bavarian Illuminati Motorcycle Club, inaugurated in true discordian fashion by Presidents Grim, Tiny, Ara, and Norene. Many thoughts about what 'Ol Number 3 needs and where to store it were manifested with her very successful shakedown run, and I learned much about the bus and how she runs.
This year, as usual, I helped with the Medical and Safety end of things, but there was no call for us; a peaceful and safe Beltane was had by all. Time was spent with rope and ritual, and trust and communication and being real was both taught and learned with a brave Queen, a second-time tantric student who completed her Abyss two days before the responsibilities of her reign ended. There was resistance, and surrender, and white and black, and white and red. There was drumming and dancing and a new Queen and a wise and stable King, and the community seems to be happy and stable. Hail Queen Jen, and Hail King Ogg!
This year, as usual, I helped with the Medical and Safety end of things, but there was no call for us; a peaceful and safe Beltane was had by all. Time was spent with rope and ritual, and trust and communication and being real was both taught and learned with a brave Queen, a second-time tantric student who completed her Abyss two days before the responsibilities of her reign ended. There was resistance, and surrender, and white and black, and white and red. There was drumming and dancing and a new Queen and a wise and stable King, and the community seems to be happy and stable. Hail Queen Jen, and Hail King Ogg!
