Dear fans It was great. The Chapel of the Sacred Mirrors, located at 542 w 27th street on the 4th (I believe?) floor is a beautiful site in itself, to behold. The story preceeding my entry was something in tiself. Even though I got there very much following the directions, I ended up entering the building and walking up the stairs following an older straight couple. Themselves somewhat uncertain we were in the right location (perhaps the posters strewing the hallway and even immediate outside billboards speaking something about 'blood' had to do with that?...) they steadily progressed upwards and I behind them, somewhat dazzed and confused by both a wonderful session with my amazing therapist, and a most recent visit to India town in search of henna, dancing costume, drums, music, and ankle bells...The older man suggested some entry as the older woman preceeded him in the lead, and I knew that I was in the right location. You see, I have been there long time ago, with a friend and mentor, in another lifetime...But memories don't fade quickly when they were both strong and beautiful, and so mine let me know that I found the place. There were some people inside already and I immediately made my way to the bathroom. Still somewhat slightly paranoid about using a bathroom proper to my gender (a range of responses from 'miss, miss!' to 'what the hell?' to 'is SHE CRAZY' to 'strange person' to 'pervert' are most often than not thrown at my face or in my back. I did not feel anything of that kind that day: what a relieif, a good beginning. Appreciative of this already good sign I not un-self-consciously peed and stretched my tired arms and body in a wonderful expanse of a large 'handicapped' bathroom. I exited and washed my hands with soap, mentally preparing to bless the night and entities. I hung outside checking out a picture with a center piece of a globe wrathed by 12 plaques with religious symbols on it. These symbols were from different cultures and represented 12 religions. Enjoying the pleasure of doing imaginary rotation of the globe as well as logical analysis of mathematical distribution, I also definitely 'kaifofal' from the numerous winged eyes stemming from either side of the surrounding the globe large circle. A smooth transition into entering the full moon ritual space was briefly interrupted by payment of $10 and we all made our way to chosen sits. I choose the one to the left side of the stage, if looking out. The room was spacious, well lit and full of Alex Grey's paintings. The energy was superb. The vibe was to die for and I kept coming up with ideas, concepts and arguments during the presentation/ritual. The ritual featrued the drums - one of whom was a fellow lay now monk from Tibet, an Arabic Imam and a few other folks. Being terrible with names at this point and focusing on keeping my tired eyes open (the energy was so good I just wanted to go to sleep cuddling up on the floor like a like a little puppy) I listened to the various drumming and a gentle story of the monk who left his monastery to help homeless and abused kids around his area. He travels to find them and to rescue them. That was so nice, really. Each of the drummer's spoke, then I think it was Alex Grey he spoke to, and his wife spoke, someone read somethign that sounded terrible Christian and had suggestions for good behavior and honest and hard working life and people clapped. There was music and more music! Then we checked out the mirrors. I gathered a lot of material for my research and jotted down some future plan idea. Alex is moving his gallery by the way and is going to relocate to upstate NY near Beacon. A beautiful place with generous acreage and a nie looking inside and outside white house will be the home residence, which will contain artist studios. They will also be doing Halloween party and New Year's and generally there seems to be a very warm and welcoming family at that ritual. I kind of felt like my old family among them: slightly annoyed but nonetheless cannot do without...
It was great. The Chapel of the Sacred Mirrors, located at 542 w 27th street on the 4th (I believe?) floor is a beautiful site in itself, to behold. The story preceeding my entry was something in tiself. Even though I got there very much following the directions, I ended up entering the building and walking up the stairs following an older straight couple. Themselves somewhat uncertain we were in the right location (perhaps the posters strewing the hallway and even immediate outside billboards speaking something about 'blood' had to do with that?...) they steadily progressed upwards and I behind them, somewhat dazzed and confused by both a wonderful session with my amazing therapist, and a most recent visit to India town in search of henna, dancing costume, drums, music, and ankle bells...The older man suggested some entry as the older woman preceeded him in the lead, and I knew that I was in the right location. You see, I have been there long time ago, with a friend and mentor, in another lifetime...But memories don't fade quickly when they were both strong and beautiful, and so mine let me know that I found the place. There were some people inside already and I immediately made my way to the bathroom. Still somewhat slightly paranoid about using a bathroom proper to my gender (a range of responses from 'miss, miss!' to 'what the hell?' to 'is SHE CRAZY' to 'strange person' to 'pervert' are most often than not thrown at my face or in my back. I did not feel anything of that kind that day: what a relieif, a good beginning. Appreciative of this already good sign I not un-self-consciously peed and stretched my tired arms and body in a wonderful expanse of a large 'handicapped' bathroom. I exited and washed my hands with soap, mentally preparing to bless the night and entities. I hung outside checking out a picture with a center piece of a globe wrathed by 12 plaques with religious symbols on it. These symbols were from different cultures and represented 12 religions. Enjoying the pleasure of doing imaginary rotation of the globe as well as logical analysis of mathematical distribution, I also definitely 'kaifofal' from the numerous winged eyes stemming from either side of the surrounding the globe large circle. A smooth transition into entering the full moon ritual space was briefly interrupted by payment of $10 and we all made our way to chosen sits. I choose the one to the left side of the stage, if looking out.
The room was spacious, well lit and full of Alex Grey's paintings. The energy was superb. The vibe was to die for and I kept coming up with ideas, concepts and arguments during the presentation/ritual. The ritual featrued the drums - one of whom was a fellow lay now monk from Tibet, an Arabic Imam and a few other folks. Being terrible with names at this point and focusing on keeping my tired eyes open (the energy was so good I just wanted to go to sleep cuddling up on the floor like a like a little puppy) I listened to the various drumming and a gentle story of the monk who left his monastery to help homeless and abused kids around his area. He travels to find them and to rescue them. That was so nice, really. Each of the drummer's spoke, then I think it was Alex Grey he spoke to, and his wife spoke, someone read somethign that sounded terrible Christian and had suggestions for good behavior and honest and hard working life and people clapped. There was music and more music! Then we checked out the mirrors. I gathered a lot of material for my research and jotted down some future plan idea. Alex is moving his gallery by the way and is going to relocate to upstate NY near Beacon. A beautiful place with generous acreage and a nie looking inside and outside white house will be the home residence, which will contain artist studios. They will also be doing Halloween party and New Year's and generally there seems to be a very warm and welcoming family at that ritual. I kind of felt like my old family among them: slightly annoyed but nonetheless cannot do without...
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