POLAND Tantra Festival











✨ Another Little Throwback to a Summer Sunset – Awaken as Love Holland Tantra Festival ✨
It’s not nostalgia, it just finally made it to the top of the list. These beautiful sunny days keep dragging me away from the keyboard and out into the world 😎.
Looks like I’ve officially caught the Tantra festival bug. Somehow, this type of “vacation” really works for me. This time, the venue was already familiar – the estate and castle Baarlo de Berckt, near Eindhoven. I was there before, for an Ecstatic Dance festival. I knew the way! Which, believe me, is a big deal for me. Normally, I’m the one being left by a bus in the middle of nowhere, desperately chasing down a ride, a carpool, or whatever moves – because these festivals are always “somewhere” deep in a forest, miles away from civilization. This time, it was easy: one bus, a plane, a sleepover, another bus, a train, and then a final bus. Simple, right? 🤣
Once again, I was part of the Love Angel team – I’ve written about this curious “job” before. Being part of the team is a whole different festival dimension compared to the “plebs” – the regular participants just soaking up the festival vibe. We are the workers. Real mining shifts, barely enough time between one task and the next. I stuff everything into my bag in the morning, changing outfits and putting on makeup while literally running from one place to another.
Of course, even regular participants have their share of frustrations: Which workshop to attend when THREE are happening at the same time?! Or when they arrive a little late, only to find the temple full… or worse – when they can’t find a partner! And the ultimate disaster – when they do find a partner, but the partner shows up late, leaving them standing at the door like a sad puppy, frantically racing down the hallways hoping to sneak into another workshop in time. And then comes the comforting: “It’s the Universe’s decision, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.” While silently thinking: f*ck… I totally blew it like a clueless teenager. But hey – what’s the point of all this “self-work” if one missed workshop can ruin my peace of mind?
Been there, done that. Those days are behind me now. As a Love Angel, I’m spared these emotional tortures. If we’re not on duty, there’ll always be room for us at the workshops. Yeeaahh… one less frustration in life.
Now, about the travel wardrobe struggle. Because of astronomically priced plane tickets and a last-minute decision, I only had a tiny backpack (max 8 kg). On the way there, I smuggled in a little cloth bag with sandwiches and water, but on the way back they made me cram everything into my backpack. So I piled on every piece of clothing I had, like Quasimodo, and passed the grumpy Helga at airport control without blinking.
And while we’re on the topic of sandwiches… There I was, sitting at a random train station somewhere between Eindhoven and Venlo – because I got so caught up chatting with DS that I missed my stop. Sitting, waiting for the next train, munching on a leftover sandwich from the day before. In summer. Which means – beautifully matured. And I’m thinking… People say “Wow, you travel so much, such amazing places, festivals…” And I just wanna say, “Sure, come with me sometime – stale sandwich included – then let’s talk.” When am I finally going to travel like a lady?? Thank God for Dutch trains.
Now, back to packing. We stayed in an 8-bed dorm. The other girls came with suitcases the size of closets. Summer clothes, winter clothes, mid-season clothes… and feathers. I instantly felt defeated with my tiny backpack. Luckily, my clothes weigh about 5 grams each – including my sister’s prom dress from the previous century. It all worked… until the grand finale – the ball, masquerade, sparkle night. Alright fine – a little white, a little gold, a dash of glitter, and a mask I drew with a fluorescent marker I managed to squeeze into my bag (from now on, I’m never traveling without it – it literally saved my personality and identity among the insanely creative and carefully prepared costumes that night).
Now looking at the festival photos (attached), I can hardly believe it. All these super educated, well-traveled people, who can afford to attend these pretty pricey festivals – HOW CRAZY DID THEY GO ABOUT MASKS?! Was it for the art? The photos? The disguise? Maybe we finally took off our daily masks just to put on a real one and be ourselves. Fascinating. Either way, creativity had no limits.
Maybe next year I’ll finally splurge on a checked-in bag. Or, honestly… I might just make a lace mask from my grandma’s old curtains from the flea market. My Ruža Selectronic sewing machine still works wonders 😂.
Once upon a time… In the Concious Castle lived a Witch, a Wizard and a Knight… Actually, only Witch and Wizard (Knight is only a temporary – associate member).
The Witch and the Wizard met long time ago (not soooo long..), saw each other by the waterspring, recognized each other, hugged and remained hugged – forever. They wandered the world together for a while and looked for a place to build their nest…
At some point, the rich Dutch man enters this fairy tale and recognizes the magical skills of the Witch and the Wizard and invites them to use their sorcery and witchcraft to revive and bring the Soul into his 13th century castle. Soon after that historical meeting, just an ‘ordinary castle’ became the Conscious Castle, under their magic wand.
Where am I in this story?
So, recently, while surfing the Akashic records, I came across a post by a Witch, looking for a volunteer Fairy, to help in a Conscious Castle. Mmmmm…what a tempting offer??? I packed my wings, some stardust, a needle and thread, just in case, bay leaves and red pepper for the ‘sarma’, red tulle, sequins and other things – you know, fairy stuff.
The winter fairy tale has begun.. So, I arrived in the blink of an eye to the Conscious Castle. The Witch and the Wizard, as hosts in the castle, are, I can say – absolutely perfect. Every Witch’s magical idea and the Wizard’s skilful hands, with the crumb of the “Love spice”, as the main ingredient, have transformed the cold walls of the castle into a warm, hearty and sensual nest…
As soon as I had my fairy trinkets set up, fairies and elves, dwarfs, tieflings, mermaids, nymphs, leprechauns, drows, dragons and other wonderful creatures began to arrive, from all sides into the Conscious Castle. Wow, what an impressive gathering..
And so, we were hanging out, exchanging magic dust, laughed, hugged, every now and then, cooked together, cleaned the golden sprinkles. Learned magical skills from each other, danced, danced and danced…
In the evening, we gathered dressed in the most festive possible clothes, made of mystical threads, which can only be seen by someone whose eyes are present, here and now. And then we would play, curiously discovering who and what we are, returning to our true essence in the fairy circle. At some point, all the creatures would get a little tired and retire to sleep in their rooms in the Castle. And the Farm. My fairy room was in the Farm.
A new day would bring new games and challenges. You know, the ones typical for these slightly unusual creatures – full of surprises!
And then, the New Year has come! Although, I’m not really sure what that means in the World of Magic? I think the time is measured quite differently in this circumstances? Hmmm.. The whole ‘concept of the space & time’ is a little bit twisted? A kind of a Void? Anyway, it was more than enough reason for a massive celebration!
At some point, at the first day of the New Year, almost all those beautiful creatures packed up and POOF! They disappeared… some on a broomstick, some on a cloud, some with a camper- those are the newer generations of dwarfs and fancy knights…
We stayed in the Castle, Witch and Wizard, and me, Spirit. And here and there enchanted mist that crept into every corner and needs to be cleaned…and packed for the next New Year.
There were still hours and hours of untold stories and the crackling of a fire (I made up fire, for the sake of a fairy tale)… and delicious food, yummy… The three of us and a Castle. And let’s not forget an incredible invention from the Matrix – a sewing machine 😊
Soon, I, Spirit will also pack up my fairy supplies and get onto a bird with huge wings to fly me back to my Fairy Home.
Thank you, Witch and Wizard, for this Fairy Tale. Only LOVE.
The events and characters depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental 😊
Bulgarian Tantra Festival – po prvi put u istoriji čovečanstva!
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Posle nekih 20-tak godina, ponovo se obreh u Kopenhagenu. Razlog? Čisto turističke prirode, malo pred prvomajske i uskršnje praznike, po iole razumnim cenama. U stvari, ništa za ovu priču nije baš zanimljivo. Evropa ko Evropa. Sve isto, samo su ljudi plavi.
Ali nije isto! Umesto hotela, hostela ili Airbnb, spavanje u kapsuli! Kao u Japanu! Potpuni ’highlight’ boravka. ’Where to Sleep’ smeštajni objekat, 8 kapsula po 3m2 za po dvoje ljudi = 16 duša na cirka 40m2. Ekonomska isplativost dovedena do savršenstva. Pri tome je spavanje 1270 DKK, što mu dođe 30€ po čoveku / noć, iliti 60 € po kapsuli. Bagatela. Nema ’staff’, topla ljudska reč dobrodošlice, samo pin za vrata sa ulice, pin za ulaz u zgradu, pin za ulaz na sprat, pin za ulaz u kapsulu. U toalet se ulazi na kant. Welcome to Copenhagen!
A kapsula? Pa kao u komori za piliće. Ne, u stvari, kao oni kontejneri za robu koje prevoze brodovi. Uđeš (na pin), zatvoriš vrata, upališ svetlo, uključiš ventilaciju i spreman si za lansiranje na Mars! Ima samo jedan mali problem (osim klaustrofobije). Ventilacija ne pomaže ako neko od ukućana prdne. Momentalna kontaminacija komore. Pomor pilića. Raketno gorivo. Iako spavate u istoj sobi, nema šanse da vidite ostale spavače, svakako ne svih ostalih 14. Čuje se tu i tamo hrkanje, oseća miomiris patika ispred kapsula. Sve u svemu – izuzetno zanimljivo iskustvo, lepo se spava u kapsuli. I sanja. Nekako futuristički.
Šta se još promenilo u šarmantnom Kopenhagenu? Kristijanija (Freetown Christiania) je trenutno prilično razvaljena. Pošto su gansterske bande intenzivirale okršaje, stanovnici Kristijanije su se dogovorili sa danskom vladom da prekopaju glavnu trgovačku ’Pusher’ ulicu, i da time onemoguće prodaju opojnih sredstava. Zvanično je zatvorena 6. aprila. Najavljeno je sređivanje i izgradnja ’šoping mola’ sa buticima za prodaju od marokanaca do albanki, restorana sa prigodnom muzikom i ostalih pratećih sadržaja. Mala šala. Samo je raskopano da bi se sprečili dalji obračuni bandi. Danska vlada je ovog puta ozbiljno zapretila konačnim zatvaranjem Kristijanije. Kakva šteta na pomolu. Kakvo unikatno mesto, sa još unikatnijim ljudima i grafitima.
Još jedan apsolutno nezaobilazni ’landmark’, koga pamtim iz davnih dana je Oresund, most koji spaja Dansku sa Švedskom (i obrnuto). Braaate, kakva gužva, subota pre podne, kao da je pola Kopenhagena pohrlilo u Malme!?! Jedan drugom na glavi, u krilu, sa sve biciklima, dečijim kolicima, trotinetima, rancima, kolicima za bicikle. Jedva preživesmo 40to minutnu vožnju. Al neka, vredelo je pravo iz kapsule uleteti u dušegupku preko baltičkog mora do Švedske!
I za kraj, novitet, ili se bar ja toga ne sećam. Vozovi u metrou bez mašinovođe, potpuni hit. Dakle nema šanse da na duši nosite dve-tri duše samoubica koji skaču pred voz (inače, veliki problem u Nemačkoj, poslednji put sam čekala sat vremena u Kelnu da dođe mašinovođa odnekud, usled deficita istih, i zakasnila na voz iz Brisela za Gent – nečuveno. Sve sve, ali da nemački voz kasni!?!! Kuda ide ovaj svet ??? Ali o tome u nekoj drugoj priči…) Elem, stakleni tunel, sedneš napred na prvo sedište i ’going deep, deep down to the rabbit hole’.
Sve u svemu, turistička ’all inclusive’ kombinacija, Kristijanija i ’magic mashrooms’ plus vožnja na prednjem sedištu metroa (M3 linija kao dvojka ide u krug), plus spavanje u kapsuli za kraj.
Copenhagen – Back to the FUTURE!
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(sve „činjenice“ u ovom tekstu sam čula uz put ili iz razgovora sa Maasai-ma. Verovatnoća istine – 99.9 %)
Zima 2024. Nakon podosta godina solo turizma odvažih se na pravu turističku (avan)turu u orgaizaciji turističke agencije. Zanzibar mix, Stone Town, Paje i Kendwa i još što-šta naokolo kroz fakultativne izlete.
Drugačije je kad se ide u grupi, organizovano. Za promenu, nisam ultetala u bezbroj nebuloznih situacija koje treba instant rešavati i koje su sastavni deo solo „tripa“. Ovo mu dođe kao aktivni odmor. Ono, baš aktivni, jer smo se selili 4 puta za dve nedelje i prošli celo ostrvo.
ZANZIBAR „obala crnih ljudi“. Gde god pogledaš unaokolo – razglednica. Osim ako izuzmemo turiste koji neumorno i besomučno fotografišu, posmatrajući svu tu lepotu – takoreći isključivo kroz objektiv svojih telefona. Ima i dosta srećnika sa onim nabudženim foto-aparatima i podvodnim kamerama… Pridržah u sred okeana kameru, brat-bratu, 15 kg – aždaja. Volim i ja da fotkam, da ne grešim dušu, ali mislim…svaaarno, dokle to ide??
OK, kad bi izbrisali turiste iz objektiva (uključijući i mene :), na nestvarno belom pesku bi izdominirale crne, izdužene figure Maasai ratnika. Izdominirali bi i pored gomile turista 😊
Sa crveno-crnim plahtama-aljinama, futorlama za noževe, štapovima, đinđuvama, ogrlicama, perlicama, minđušama, narukvicama, nanogicama, obasjani suncem. Maasai ratnici. Sa Ray-Ban naočarima, „bubrezima“, mobilnim telefonima i plastičnim sandalama. Prelepi i prezgodni. Mirišu na muškatni oraščić – najjači afrodizjak za žene. Osim toga što su predominantni na zanzibarskom pejzažu, mogu biti i predosadni. U stvari – sve zavisi, kad si raspoložen(a) za ćaskanje, samo se stvore. Ako bi samo da prođeš plažom od tačke A do tačke B – a neko te juri da proćaska sa tobom na 50oC, može da bude iritantno. A i ne mora 😊
Svakako, svašta sam saznala o Maasai-ma tokom tog usputnog ćaskanja. Da budem iskrena, jedva sam čekala da me pikira Maasai dok hodam plažom, kao da lovi lava…mmmm, nije loše biti plen.
Ima jedna stvar koju nisam uspela da skapiram. Koja je ekonomska strana ćaskanja sa mnom, ili sa bilo kojim turistom na plaži? Ima Maasai-a koji nose torbicu sa rukotvorinama, pa valjaju iste, ali je većina onih koji manekenišu. Umesto da jure lavove, jure turiste. Doduše, 2016. (ne-proveren podatak) Maasai ratnicima je zakonom zabranjeno da love lavove – pobiše ih sve.
Neke zanimljive činjenice iz života Maasai-a (ne ovih modernih verzija, već onih pravih, izvornih). Maasai žive u Keniji i Tanzaniji i od nedavno u Zanzibaru. U Zanzibar dolaze trbuhom za kruhom i turistima. Dečaci. Ima i poneka žena Maasai – ali retko. Inače se Maasai između ove tri teritorije, Kenija, Tanzanija i Zanzibar, kreću bez papira, pasoša i sl. Veoma su ponosni na činjenicu što nikad nisu kolonijalizovani, niti prodavani kao robovi, zahvaljujući svom nomadskom načinu života. Ne zna im se broj. Nikad niko nije uradio ’popis stanovništva’. Zašto? Zato što Maasai veruju da će neko od pripadnika plemena umreti ako se budu prebrojavali.
Krave su im sve i svja. Za krave se kupuje mlada. Tu se malo gađaju brojevima koliko je krava potrebno da se ožene. Jedni kažu 15 – jedni kažu 25. Otprilike, od 15 do 25, šta znam, valjda od sela do sela, zakon ponude i potražnje?
Jedan Maasai dečkić u Paje-u mi je ispričao da njegova porodica živi podno Kilimandžara a da je on došao da prodaje đinđuve po plaži, pa skupi novce, da kupi krave. Idosmo do kraja plaže i nazad – uz priču. Pita me Maasai dečkić, da li je OK da mi pokaže nešto do svojih – porodičnih rukorvorina ?? Naaaravnoo… kupih tri nanogice, ako to zalegne za kravlje uvo za ženidbu – mašala. ’A jel ti imaš neku kravu?’ Paaa…, rekoh ja…’dobro bi došla neke kravica, mleko sir i to, ali malo zjbn, Terazije, 8. sprat, centar grada, ne radi lift…’ požalih se ja na svoju muku.
Maasai ženidba/udadba. Maasai su poligamni. Prvu mladu, tj. prvi brak biraju roditelji, to nema da se bira. Kao što rekoh, mlada se kupuje sa tih 15-25 krava. Nakon prve, do 5-6. supruge Maasai ratnici mogu da biraju sami, verujem da je dozvoljeno i da se zaljube. U svakom slučaju, svaka žena sebi gradi kuću od blata, u kojoj će živeti sa svojom dečicom. Kuće su jako niske, na moje pitanje, ’zašto su vam kuće tako niske kad sve svi vi po 2 metra?’, dobila sam odgovor: ’Maasai su nomadi, mi se stalno selimo i gradimo kuće samo da prespavamo, zato su tako majušne’. Elem, svaka žena sa svojom dečicom živi, radi i čeka da dođe na red, što od ostalih žena, što od lavova koje treba uloviti. Muškarci, Maasai ratnici su lovci i brinu o kravama i lavovima ćiji su plen krave. Drugim rečima, jedan prosečan Maasai ratnik ne pipa ništa oko kuće i u kući. Po opisu, izgleda da su balkanopitekusi direktni potomci Maasaia, izbledeli usled migracija i klimatskih promena.
Još jedna činjenica ide u prilog pretpostavci da su balkanoidi potomci Maasaia, a to je da – dečaci ne plaču. Kakav si ti to muškarac (muškarčina) kad plačeš ?? Plačip…. S tim da su Maasai pravila donekle surovija po tom pitanju. Elem, ako pustiš suzu, junačku, najstrašniju, dok te muče i izlažu iskušenjima, u sred džungle i ako zaplačeš, prognaće te iz sela i nema da se ženiš. Ovi naši balkanopitekusi stegnu zube na nedaće, ali ipak mogu da odu kod mame da se požale i isplaču. Kod Maasaia nema mama – krajnje surovo – prave muškarčine, ratnici. Realno imaju poslova sa lavovima – ko živ, ko mrtav. Balkanska podvrsta Maasaia se samo k..rči na prazno, mane lavovi – osim u zoo vrtu.
Kako prepoznati izvornog Maasai-a (pošto ima i onih fejk)? Originalni Maasai nema dve donje jedinice. Kada im se promene mlečni zubi, vade im ta dva zuba. Običaj potiče iz davnih dana , kada su često obolevali od neke bolesti (ili od ujeda zmije) od koje se ukoči vilica. Kroz tu rupicu između zuba bi dopremali vodu i tečnu hranu, te bi Maasai(ka) preživeo(la). Domišljato. Običaj je ostao do današnjih dana, služi kao znak prepoznavanja.
Maasai dečaci (ne znam za žene, one se jako retko sreću) imaju žig na obrazu. Žigisani su iz razloga bolesti koja je isto davnih dana napadala oči, pa da bi zlu odvratili pažnju od oka, da se zakači za ružni ožiljak. Za ovo verovanje ne znam šta da kažem – iskreno se nadam da radi.
Veliki broj Maasai-a je pokršten. Britanci su i tu odigrali svoju veliku istorijsku ulogu. Tako da možete na plaži sresti Roberta, Stivena, Džona. Pored toga imaju jako komplikovano Maasai ime. Dva moja Maasai druga se zovu Dangote Nakote Kisota Toroka i Simba Nakaru. Skraćeno, Dangote i Simba.
Ovi plažni Maasai galebovi govore engleski, italijanski, u zavisnosti od grupe turista koji dolaze na Zanzibar. Maasai jezik je samo govorni, tj, ne postoji pismo. Prenosi se usmenim putem, sa generacije na generaciju.
Malo mi se srušio Sneško kada sam jednog savršenog Maasai ratnika videla uveče u klubu u „civilki“. Niti više love lavove, niti su poligamni – jedan Maasai mi se žalio da je napustio ženu jer ga je prevarila !?!!, niti jedu na cevčicu… Srećnici idu u London na školovanje. Žene više ne zidaju kuće, angažuju majstore. Ni Maasai nisu ono što su nekada bili. Zadnje vreme došlo.
Svakako, Zanzibar ne bi bio to što jeste da nema Maasaia. Bar za mene, potpuni ’highlight of the journey’.
HAKUNA MATATA !!
BONUS – nekoliko reči iz jezika Maasai – MAA jezik (napisano latinicom po Vuku, tako kako se izgovara)
Welcome – Tushukunye /Karibu
How are you? – Supai – Greeting for men. Ipa – Reply to supai. Takwenya – Greeting for women. Iko – Reply for Takwenya
Good – Sidai
I love you – Kanyor iyie
Thank you – Ashe
See you – Kidua
Good by – Olesere
Za verziju teksta na srpskom jeziku ‘skrolujte’ na dole.
The plot of this episode is happening in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. I heard about it or rather experienced Tantric Dance for the first time (hereinafter TD) at Tantra Festival back in 2018, also in Amsterdam, personally by the founders themselves – Rakesh & Elfriede. It was pretty shocking – around 300 people, half of them blindfolded, the other half unmasked, they dance as a couple, you don’t know who you’re dancing with, you lead a little and you’re led a little. All in all, it’s completely crazy. There’s no chance to stay indifferent. Since then, I’ve come across TD here and there and I’ve been more and more interested in the whole phenomenon.
Four years later it’s October 2022: there’s Tantra Festival on Ibiza, where I meet Elfriede telling her “Heey, it’s wonderful that we meet again!’’, and she invites me to TD Teacher Training, which takes place in July 2023. Bloody hell!? And what will I do now? I mean, it’s a piece of cake… Maybe the turning point was the fact that it is ‘’certified’’, which for a (too)serious collector of certificates was a (too)serious challenge.
July 2023: it’s time to hit the road. I asked myself, god knows how many times, when I will be on annual leave like all normal people, to go to the beach a little bit, to eat a little, to have first-degree sunburns?? Once again I’m plunged in ‘’personal development’’ with a notebook in my hands and some serious work. This time the subject was Tantric Dance.
The training was held in the former monastery, in the eastern part of Amsterdam, transformed into studios for various purposes – as a dance studio, a yoga studio etc. Under the window was a small boat, there were also a small channel and a small bridge, all very idyllic. Participants – two Swiss, one Belgian, one American, the rest were Dutch and me – a Serbian woman. And yeah, I was thinking how Serbian Ministry of Foreign Affairs could ‘’motivate’’ me somehow, since I’ve been working for years as our Ambassador for various ‘’spiritual/shamanic/sexual/ personal/ collective development’’ events and therefore I represent our dear country with my personality and work. I would say quite successfully, to begin with I’ve convinced a lot of people that it isn’t thaaat much cold in Serbia as it’s in Siberia, that we are a little farther south and geographically (still) in Europe.
MoreRadnja ove epizode se dešava u Amsterdamu, Holandija. Za Tantrički ples (Tantric Dance, u daljem tekstu – TD), sam čula, tj. doživela prvi put na Tantra festivalu, 2018. isto u Amsterdamu, lično od “izumitelja” TD-a, Rakesh & Elfriede. Bilo je prilično šokovito, <300 ljudi, pola sa povezom na očima, pola bez, plešu u paru, nemaš pojma sa kim plešeš, malo vodiš, malo budeš vođen, sve u svemu totalno krejzi, nema šanse da ostaneš ravnodušan/šna. Od tada sam ovde i onde nailazila na TD, i sve me je više zanimao ceo fenomen…
Četiri godine kasnije, oktobar 2022., Tantra festival na Ibici, sretnem Elfriede, “Heeej, divno što se srećemo ponovo!”, i dobijem od nje poziv za TD Teacher Training, u julu 2023. Grom i pakao !?! I šta ću sad? Mislim, teško žabi sa obale… Možda je prelomilo i to što je “Certified”, za jednog (pre)ozbiljnog sakupljača sertifikata ovo je bio (pre)ozbiljni izazov.
Juli 2023., vreme da se krene na put. Po ko zna koji put se upitah kada ću kao sav normalan svet ići na normalan GO (godišnji odmor), malo plaža, malo klopa, malo opekotine 1og stepena?? Opet sam se uvalila u “personal development”, sveska u ruke i ozbiljna šljaka. Ovog puta na temu Tantric Dance.
Mesto gde se održava trening je bivši samostan, u istočnom delu Amsterdama, preuređen u ateljee za razne namene, plesni studio, joga studio, itd. Ispod prozora parkiran čamčić, tu je kanalić, mostić, vrlo idilično. Učesnici, dvoje švajcaraca, jedan belgijanac, jedan amerikanac, ostalo holanđani i ja, srpkinja. E, da, nešto sam razmišljala, moglo bi naše Ministarstvo inostranih poslova da me na neki način “motiviše”, radim već godinama kao Ambasador po razno-raznim “spiritual/shamanic/sexual/personal/collective development” dešavanjima, i predstavljam dragu nam državu Srbiju svojom ličnošću i delom. Rekla bih dosta uspešno, za početak sam dosta ljudi ubedila da u Srbiji nije toooliko hladno (Siberia), da smo maalo južnije i geografski u Evropi.
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Everything you wanted to know about the Tantra Festival but never knew who to ask!
October 2022. Ibiza, Spain, at the end of the tourist season. In the Facebook group Ibiza Tantra Festival – Attendees Only, new posts are just popping up. These posts share who is arriving and when, who is sharing transportation from the airport to the Portinatx Beach Club Hotel and with whom, who is arriving a few days early, who is staying in Sant Antoni de Portmany, who would like to grab another closing party in Ibiza before the festival begins. The impatience and excitement are steadily growing, three days, two days, one more day until the start of the festival! The tribe slowly arrives on the island.
Portinatx Beach Club Hotel is a perfectly satisfactory place for an event like the Tantra Festival, with two swimming pools, the sea at the end of the path, bungalows tucked into the shade of pine trees, quite fancy. Monday afternoon is registration time, with more than 400 souls of various ages from 25 to 75 years old I would guess, both sexes, and all possible nationalities. “Hey, hello, how are you?” Long time no see. Sooooo good to see you again. Hmmm, can you remind me please, we know each other from Arambol in India, right? Perhaps the Ecstatic Dance Festival Portugal? Or Tantra Festival Amsterdam? No, no, no, I remembered, it was ISTA (International School of Temple Arts) training in Turkey! YES! So good to see you brother (or sister).”😊
The opening ceremony is hosted in the Shiva Shakti Temple (a large circular tent like you may have for a wedding). Pillows are arranged in circles, first row, second row, third row etc. Rows are spreading out and people are coming down, down, down though the rows like a river of people is flooding in. From the corner, the sounds of the sitar (an instrument from India) are heard, a gentle introduction, allowing one to enter into oneself, breathing and accepting the initiation of the temple that will be our home for the next week. Now it is time to get on our feet and we walk through the village, our eyes meet the eyes of the other inhabitants of the village. With some it is easy to establish eye contact, while with others it is impossible. At times in front of someone, emotions grow, and eyes fill with tears for who knows what reason. In front of someone else, one’s eyes just fall. It is quite a large village, approximately 400 souls walking around with the hope that the upcoming days will bring some new life changing insights, perhaps relief, excitement, the unfreezing of emotions, start an inner fire, stir up Eros, or just entertain at the minimum.
Why are you here? What do you want to find? Four ingredients are needed for a successful journey: Curiosity, Innocence, Excitement and Self-regulation.
Let’s go dancing, dancing for life, in the fiery baptism of the Temple.
The festival is now officially open!
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Oktobar 2022. Ibica, Španija, kraj turističke sezone. FB grupa Ibiza Tantra festival – attendees only, samo iskaču novi postovi. Ko kad stiže, ko s kim deli prevoz od aerodroma do Portinatx beach club hotel, ko dolazi par dana ranije, ko odseda u Sant Antoni de Portmany, ko bi da ugrabi još neki closing party na Ibici pre nego počne festival… Nestrpljenje i uzbuđenje rastu, još tri, dva, jedan dan do početka, pleme polako pristiže na ostrvo…
Portinatx beach club hotel, sasvim OK mesto za manifestaciju poput Tantra festivala, dva bazena, more na kraj staze, bungalovi ušuškani u hladovinu borova, fensi. Ponedeljak popodne, registacija, više od 400 duša, raznih uzrasta, cenim od 25 do 75 godina, oba pola, svih mogućih nacionalnosti. „Heey, hello, how are you? Long time no see… Sooooo good to see you again.. Hmmm, can you remind me please, we know each other from Arambol, right? No? Maybe Ecstatic Dance festival Portugal? Or Tantra festival Amsterdam? No, no, no, I remembered, it was ISTA training in Turkey! YES! So good to see you brother (or sister )“😊
Svečana ceremonija otvaranja u Shiva – Shakti templu (veliki šator kružnog oblika, kao za svadbe). Jastuci poređani u krug, jedan red, drugi red, treći red…nižu se redovi, nižu se ljudi, nižu, nižu, reka ljudi ulazi, ulazi… Iz ugla se čuju zvuci sitara (instrument iz Indije), lagano uvođenje, ulaženje u sebe, u disanje, inicijacija templa koji će nam biti dom narednih nedelju dana. Hajmo na noge, šetamo selom, pogledi se susreću sa pogledima ostalih stanovnika sela. Sa nekima je lagano uspostaviti “eye contact”, sa nekima baš i ne, ispred nekoga grunu emocije, oči se napune suzama, iz ko zna kog razloga, ispred nekoga se pogled samo obori… Prilično je veliko selo, 400 i resto duša hoda sa nadom da će nastupajuća nedelje doneti neke nove „life changing“ uvide, olakšanje, uzbuđenje, odlediti emocije, pokrenuti vatru, pokrenuti Eros, ili samo zabaviti.
Why are you here? What do you want to find? Potrebna su četiri začina za uspešno putovanje: Curiosity, Innocence, Excitement and Self-regulation.
Idemo u ples, ples za život, za vatreno krštenje Templa.
Festival je zvanično otvoren!
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