OZORA 2023

Vienna

The last four weeks were so intense, I’m just starting to integrate now.

When I arrived at OZORA Festival on Monday evening, I had a bad welcome and start already at the gate.

After that magical Boom experience, I felt like was in the wrong film. Through filters, I only saw drunk Berlin hipsters who joined as tourists at one of the best “parties” in the world.

When I woke up in the morning, I decided to drive to Heviz to chill at the hot springs and give OZORA another try after.

I returned on Wednesday evening. Immediately met some friends, including my best friend Nora, and had a much better start.

It was supposed to rain hard from Friday on, so I decided to just stay and have a last sun-dance with Astrix on Friday noon and the call it a psytrance summer.

When Astrix played, I went in, dancing “The Dance”. It was nice, yet, not the dance I’m used to, dancing and talking to the gods.

Afterward, I chilled in a hammock near the main stage for about an 1 1/2 hours while Darwish had his set on, being convinced I would leave soon.

When E-Clip started, the vibe dragged me to the main stage again. I thought I’d have another short dance.

What happened then was unprecedented…

Basically, I wouldn’t stop dancing for the next 60 hours.

People keep asking me which festival is better, OZORA or Boom.

I used to say: You can’t compare… both have a different character…

But after this summer, I say:

Boom is perhaps the “better” festival overall, but OZORA Main stage… it’s another dimension…

My step counter shows that after two weeks of dancing at two festivals, in my final 62 hours I danced the equivalent of more than two marathons (about 90 km) over the last three days with about 12 hours of sleep during that stint… me somebody who cannot even run a five-kilometer run in one go…

The way this endurance was possible was simply that I allowed my body to hyperventilate throughout my dance and instead of 800 ml of water, I actually had an extra 2 liter water pack in my backpack.

What had happened was indescribable. I celebrated life – all the gifts and blessings I receive through life – through this dance. I talked to the gods as I do in Delphi, and the gods talked to and danced with me. Every time I was about to quit, they whispered another epiphany about the beauty of my life into my ears, so I couldn’t stop dancing. I danced out of appreciation… out of joy…

I had so many deep epiphanies, about my union at Boom, the gratitude I feel for the mother and grandmother of my child, contacting Stanislav Grof before he passes away to get his blessing of how I would like to use his work in my way and much, much more…

The energy I seem to be radiating since Boom is crazy… I connected to so many beautiful souls and made beautiful friendships. People would come up to me – many of them recognizing me from the ceremony at Boom – wanting hugs and my blessings. Some of them started crying when I hugged them, some of them bowed down to me out of gratitude.

I bow down to all of them… we humans are all flawed but so beautiful…

And I was grateful to them as they reflected to me, that I finally stopped pretending to be…

I am…

Ahasveros