What a special day…

A seven year cycle was closing as seven years earlier I initiated my new life by going to OZORA for the first time.

Seven years later, I would close that cycle by being an artist/healer at Boom.

What a special day…

One year earlier I was baptised in the lake of Boomland with the name of Ahasveros.

One year later I was using that name as my artist name at Boom.

What a special day…

That day, I lost my fire-agate ring at the communion performance with Momo… my most precious ring, that also used to be my master ring for twelve years.

Twelve days later – dancing with the gods in OZORA – I realized it was my gift to Momo of our mystical union.

I have the habbit to wear rings that are precious to me for some time and pass them on to a person I love… with my energy and experience.

And when I lost that ring on 23.07.23 I believed this one I would never pass on.

Boom Festival 2023…

I invited Momo to join me as my co-artist for my Sufi breathwork and whirling meditation. He is a cacao ceremony facilitator and ecstatic dance DJ.

Before Boom, we hardly had time to meet and prepare. At Boom we connected deeply and spend a lot of time together.

Momo is a heart brother. He is love. He radiates love.

On Sunday, July 23rd 2023 at 7 pm we had our performance together at Chi Temple.

We were quite curious to see how many people would join us to such an event. We didn’t expect too much as it was announced as a meditation, not an ecstatic dance combined with sufi meditations.

At seven we started. I asked Momo to open the ceremony and then he passed the word to me…

“Doorood Boom… a Sufi is one who sees life through the heart… a Sufi is one who lives truth through love!”

I continue explaining the Sufi breathwork and the whirling.

And then, Momo puts the music on for the meditations…

At the beginning the Chi Temple was already quite full… during the meditations it continued to fill up.

From whirling we shift towards the ecstatic dance.

The frequency went super-high quickly. Not only the crowd started to experience ecstasy but also Momo and me, we were ecstatic and drunk by the frequency.

The crowd exploded, the temple was packed – as more and more people were attracted by the frequency – and as more people started to join, they started to dance all around the temple too.

When the ceremony was over, everyone was super-high, super-ecstatic. People would come to us, hug us, thank us, express their gratitude, telling us it was their “Boom Moment 2023” – some even said ever. Over the course of the final three days at the festival people would continue to approach us and thank us.

And still now, four weeks later, people keep sending us messages like this one we just received:

“We joined Chi Temple where you played because we were captivated by the music and the JOY of the people dancing …. The music and the moment were so beautiful that we cried out of joy for 20 minutes after the end of the mediation. Thank you and the Sufi master for making us feel this unconditional love with so many people at the same time, the merging between all of us was…. magical! Thank you again, LOVE”

When the stage facilitators came to us telling us that our ceremony was the best one on that stage thus far, we realised that really something special had happened and it was not just us feeling high by the frequency.

We were super high out of joy and ecstasy having created and experienced what we did.

And then I realised, after thirteen years I lost the ring that used to be my master ring for twelve years. The last ring I got as a bachelor… the ring I wore during my divorce opening up my new life… the ring I wore during my TEDx speech… the ring I wore when I witnessed the birth of my daughter.

It kinda was an irony that I lost that ring that was forged by a Sufi during that Sufi ceremony.

Instantly, I said “I guess it was not supposed to be mine any longer. Whoever finds it will be blessed and enjoy it.”

Eventually, someone would find it that night and give it back to me. But I knew losing it was a sign and it was not mine any longer…

Later, when I sat with Momo, I looked at my ring and pulled it off my finger.

“I believe it was no coincidence that I lost it… it is time to pass it on…”

I hand him over the ring.

“A Sufi master has forged it! Now, you are a Sufi brother”

Three nights later, the final night at Boom, we met just before I went to rest early so I could leave early the next morning to meet my daughter.

“We’ll call it Sufi Ecstatic… let’s carry that medicine out into the world.”

Twelve days later at OZORA in the middle of my dance I realise that not just something new was born on 23.7.23… by gifting that ring to Momo, it was our mystic union… like Rumi meeting Shams…