Soul Revival

Yet another amazing event that I am honored to co-produce with Goddess Azula in SF at the Anon Salon. Rob Brezsny, author of the century for me, will be rising us up with a Sacred Uproar. Come to dance, make art and feel awake!
love,
Robin Sol

Being that the jpeg photo is a bit challenging to read, please see text below for event info...

Soul Revival with Rob Brezsny and Friends!
08.08.08 9pm-Late
Generously hosted by: ANON GALLERY
285 9th Street @ Folsom/ SF


Special Features:
A Benefit For Temple Pantheogenesis at Entheon Village
9-10pm Happy Hour Gallery Opening with Visionary Art by Karma Moffett and many others
10-11pm Rob Brezsny and Josh Brill with A Sacred Uproar
11pm-4am Soul Sounds dance magic by Adam Apollo, KnowaKnowone, and DJ Dragonfly
Suggested Donation:$15-$30

A Burning Man gourmet appetizer of visionary art, dancing, shrine creation, and elevating films, all tied together by a blasphemously reverent sermon. A SACRED UPROAR sung into being by Rob Brezsny -- Is the SACRED UPROAR a medicine show or a revival meeting? A ritual designed to invoke ingenious love or an experiment in rowdy bliss? An invitation to worship deities that know how to laugh or a license to commit blasphemous reverence?
• Rooftop Star Gazing
• Theatre showings of Elevate Films
• Visionary Art Gallery opening
• Shrine room with Live Burningman Art Creation
• Sacred Uproar by word artist Rob Breszney
• Wild Dance Party
• Full Bar!

Contact: Robin Sol (707)889-0687 Or Azula (773)793-9143
www.pantheogenesis.com

This here is a multi roomed, multi dimensional Soul Revival. A kick your feet in the dust to raise off the dust feel good time! We gunna break paradigms by chimin' our rhymes in time to our hips movin' our minds. Cuz we've got Spirit to honor and she's no small game. So gather your suds and sage, 8-8-08's the day to connect the serpent to its tail. Brothers and Sisters its time to clear the way for The Way!

on ending WAR…etc.

Some thoughts that emerged after a very exquisite conversation with this new community that is emerging at Isis Oasis...


Instead of thinking that everyone has to be the same, want the same thing, sign on to the same causes in order to change the world…

We get to trust that as long as everyone is true to themselves and digs others around them for being true to themselves too, we can exist as different, yet all extremely important to the whole of where we are going as the collective.

We just need to get out of the way and let the chaos find its perfection…we don’t try to make the chaos find its perfection before it is ready. We simply hold space for all the right (and very different) parts to come into place.

Our biggest…yes, BIGGEST challenge and necessity is to be true to ourselves.

Cuz if we are true to ourselves to the level that we can open to the reality that no two people are alike and truly allow compassionate loving space for the other to be who they are,
Then we can FLY together in Spirit’s vision of perfection…a harmonious, healthy unit.

I believe in us just as I believe in Obama
To get to receive a leader of his spiritual significance and charisma at this time is in alignment with where we are going.
Yes, Obama, unite us.
Just as we will re-unite together as one, AS god, in liberty and justice for ALL!

Cuz, we’re on a one track ticket to the oroborus eating its tail, and we can’t quite figure out how we can be the mouth of the snake AND its tail

But we’re doing it.
We’re eating up into circles.
We can’t be stopped.
Now is the moment.

Beltane Alchemy event at Isis Oasis

well, i have most definitely taken one of those major turns in my life where new visions produced by Sufi spins pour forth. Below is the information for the Beltane Alchemy event that I am producing with my Burningman Temple Pantheogenesis friends at the Isis Oasis Sanctuary (my new home and art project and career and master teacher!) This is my first produced event of such a scale. Grateful am i for having chosen all of these event producer mates in the past (Thankyou Johnny D and Michael Wall, the osmosis of being near you during production crunch time has rubbed off in ways that are saving my booty). It's fun. And entirely all-consuming. and i'm not moved into my tower that is STILL being built for me, 3 months after promised. (gotta say, it's very cool though. Worth the wait of not being settled....i think) Don't like how much time i spend on computer and cell phone...but i trust that this too shall change. Because I've needed to form connections to do the work of an event producer and Temple director, I have met a bunch of friends really fast. Enjoying this connectivity. The grace of having such a new yet extraordinary star family in my life to work on creative projects with, like this one, is really something to behold. So, my friends, come for a visit. or book a retreat, or come to Beltane Alchemy. Magick is most definitely afoot! New cell # is (707)889-0687.


BELTANE ALCHEMY
Seeding the Ascension of our Collective Consciousness
A Benefit for Burningman Temple Pantheogenesis at Entheon Village
and natural habitat development for the animals at Isis Oasis
www.isisoasis.org

This is your time, your moment, your place to Climb
into the Earth so you can soar into a Star!
Beltane Alchemy.
Where we will gather on a green grassy lawn, with the companionship of a 500 yr. old
Fir Tree, tying the ribbons of love around the Maypole.

This is your time, your moment, your place to Celebrate
The gifts of your breath, the sensations of your kiss, and the heart of your boogie.

Beltane Alchemy.
Supported by your willingness to coagulate in community…
we will honor the Rites of Spring by opening our hearts
like the Peacocks of the Land
and the Blossoms of the Season.

Shamans, D.J.’s, and performing artists will guide our way through the night and into a new day.
Expect to pray. Expect to sweat. Expect to remember the full delight of being human.

***This is a drug free event. We invite you to practice the exploration of alternate states of consciousness by getting high off natural collective ecstatic celebration!***

SCHEDULE:
Please pre-register by April 22nd through PayPal on the Beltane Alchemy link off of the home page of www.IsisOasis.org or e-mail RSVP to veleda@templeofallgods.com

Saturday, April 26th
10 am Gates Open for check-in/registration
12 pm Tree of Life Opening Prayer
12:30 pm Women’s Mysteries and Men’s Mysteries

***please bring wildflowers and garden prunings for garland magick***

2:00pm May Pole Dance (led by Priestess of Isis, Annie Weller)
3:00pm Isis Oasis Land Explorations
4:00pm Breath of Life: Shamanic Breathwork Journey (Chad Ashley Vandenburg)
5:45pm The Art of Tantric Kissing (Sherry Huggi-Ma)
7:15pm Beltane Feast (catered by Sol Sprouts)
8:45pm Candle Light Procession to the Theatre

9:00pm Gates Close (everyone must be registered and on site)

*music begins in the Dance Temple Theatre*
Live visionary art by Clay Chollar
Live visualz by Davin Infinity (www.ShamanEyes.net)
Love Den/Healing Sanctuary by XochiLuv Productions

9:00 – 10:00pm Arjun & Guardians
10:00 – 10:30pm Tina Malia
10:30 – 11:30pm Heyoka
11:30 – 12:15am Faerie Oracle Medicine Wheel (Kaia Ra, Zsuzi Fern, &Jonah Kai)
12:15 – 1:00am Didgeridoo Chakra Activation (Jonah Kai and Lee Giove)
1:00-1:15am Union Twin Flame Prayerformance (Davin and Amber)
1:15 –2:00am Tone of Orchid (Taylor Maidenspace and Sydefx)
2:00 – 3:00am The Goddess Alchemy Project
3:00 – 4:00am Knowa Knowone
4:00 – 5:00am Satchi Om, Akasha, Aire Redtree
5:00 – 5:30am Cyphertown Session, Poetry Slam Jam
5:30 – 6:15am Lotus Drops
6:15 – 7:00am Adam Apollo

Sunday, April 27th
7:00am Sunrise Ceremony with Robin Sol and Kirtan with Arjun Baba
11am Yoga with Niema Lightseed
12pm Sunday Brunch (catered by Sol Sprouts)
1pm Community Activation Discussion
2pm Wildlife Sanctuary Tour (meet by the Fir Tree)
3pm Transmission of Egyptian Mysteries (High Priestess Lady Loreon)
4pm Closing Ceremony
4:30pm Pack up and Return home
****all participants must leave the property before dark****

LOCATION:
Isis Oasis
20889 Geyserville Ave
95441
Please go to www.IsisOasis.org for event directions. Isis Oasis is located about 1.5 hours North of San Francisco and 20 minutes from Santa Rosa, directly off the 101 in wine country CA. It is home to a wildlife sanctuary of exotic birds such as the White Peacock and endangered cats such as the Ocelot. Also on site: acres of ceremonial land, a mythic playground, hot tubs and pools, and an Isis Temple.

WHAT TO BRING:
• Camping gear: tent, sleeping pad, sleeping bag/bedding, towel, flashlight (there will be some collective snuggling space available as well)
• Garland makings: wildflowers/garden clippings brought in water…(Ex. lupen, red clover, ivy, sword fern, green prunings…anything you find on the side of the road, a hike in the great outdoors, your garden…)
• Snacks for between meals: there will also be Gold and Noni on tap provided by Chad of www.NobleLifeElements.com as well as raw treats provided by Stacia and Kelli. No community kitchen space is available.
• Festive attire: If you were a fairy, or May Day royalty, or a delightful spring flower being pollinated by a bee, what would you wear? Wear it!

FOOD:
• Harmony from Sol Sprouts catering will be providing nurturing, wholesome, mostly vegan food for the Beltane Faery Feast and Sunday Brunch.
• Please bring whatever dietary substitutes you may need, as well as necessary snacks to sustain your full force between meals.

GUIDELINE BOUNDARIES:
• No Fires
• No Drugs
• No fingers in animal cages
• No unattended children

REGISTRATION:
Please pre-register by April 22nd through PayPal on the Beltane Alchemy link off of the home page of www.IsisOasis.org or e-mail RSVP to veleda@templeofallgods.com.
Once on site, Saturday April 26th, all Celebrants must go through the check-in Portal. The hours of registration begin promptly at 10am on the 26th and end at 9pm that evening.

****The Beltane Alchemy Vessel closes at 9pm on Saturday, April 26th. Everyone must be registered and on site by this time.****


BENEFIT INFORMATION:
This is a Benefit for two causes:
• Art Fundraiser for Burningman Temple Pantheogenesis at Entheon Village
85% of the proceeds of this Gathering will go towards funding the creation of a Tribal Throne that is to be birthed into being by Adam Bradley of www.Maderasculptures.com and initiated into our tribal use at Pantheogenesis Temple at Burningman 2008.
• Natural Habitats for the animals at Isis Oasis.
The Beloved animals at Isis Oasis are ready for new, upgraded habitats. 15% of the profits received from this event will go towards a world class animal facility with educational programs implemented to demonstrate our inherent connectivity within the web of all life.


COST:
Sliding Scale Donation of $75 - $175
The more you donate, the more the above causes benefit. Thank you for all that you give.
Your donation includes Beltane Rituals, Banquet feast*, Camping, Hot Tubbing, All Night entertainment, Workshops, and Sunday Brunch*. For event inquiries please email veleda@templeofallgods.org. This venue has a limited capacity. Please reserve your space early to join us in this sacred celebration!
Payal presale tickets & updated event information available at:
www.isisoasis.org

*RSVP for meals by April 22nd ~ veleda@templeofallgods.org

Update on the movings of my life

I have for the last 2.3 years been diving into the Vegas
Vortex, making this desert land and its fire community my home.
Transitions are about me now as I will be leaving this Vegas home the
end of January.

I leave Las Vegas and the Sekhmet Temple , bringing the red sol-ar to
the violet infused forest of Isis 's Oasis.

Last summer I began the initial plottings for a center in Las Vegas
that I was calling The White Peacock, a Sanctuary in the City. You
can see its initial design from a website that Erin Doleshall,
high integrity and talent filled graphic designer in Las Vegas created for me...
www.whitepeacock.org . This center fell through, but the magic of
The White Peacock has opened its tail again and shown me the way
to a sanctuary in Northern California (1.5 hours from S.F., 1 hour from Marin, 30 min
from Sebastopol, 45 min from Harbin Hotsprings) that I will be
bringing a fresh infusion of energy to. This is an Egyptian themed,
30 yr. old retreat center called Isis Oasis
(www.isisoasis.org) I will be coming in as a marketer/sales rep., as
well as revamping the website and bringing a new vision to the
business side of things in addition to the creative use of the 10
acres of land that make up this sanctuary. The owner, Lady Loreon,
is growing old and having trouble moving with her arthritis. I hope
to help her make a transition to a life that honors her as an elder.
Much is unknown and much is yet to be discovered…however, spirit is
calling me forward on this path BIG TIME. The synchronicities have
been obnoxiously thorough. And so, I have accepted this invitation
to invest myself in this new way.

There are so many possibilites for re-visioning Isis Oasis. What do we, as a Tribe, need from an established Sanctuary/retreat center/performance space like this? Let us collaborate in ways that bring forth a sustainable, Earth worshipping sanctuary for the collective nurturing of all life. I am available for any conversations in these regards. Let your dreams be heard. Now is the time to create magick pertinent for today with the fabulous prima materia that is currently Isis's Oasis.

Meanwhile, as many of you know, I am in the process of negotiations
with production companies and networks for a travel T.V. series that
ties in my aZa Shapeshifting work with my intense love for engaging
with the unfamiliar. As with the magick of the White Peacock, the
travel show continues to go through various incarnations as key
people come in and out and back into the picture. I am learning to
enjoy this roller coaster of a ride. And mostly, I am learning to
Trust. In one year, I have been so close to materializing dreams
that have crumbled at my fingertips, to then watch as the seed of
those dreams gives birth to newer, stronger, more plausible versions
of the original visions.

I say YES! to this life…to living. To seeing with heart wide open.
To flying, even when I can't see where I'll be landing...

And so, to begin this New Year, I take leave from this physical
location, leaving rivers of gratitude behind me…following echoes of
bliss ahead of me…


Thankyou for believing in this world with me.


Robin Sol

Period.

BE STILL.

The STILL has a period at the end of it cuz it is an expert at knowing how to stop. Pregnant, patient, poignant pause to allow the birthing of new words.

It is circular and small, an insignificant marking to the eyes that read for action. But without the dot to end the thought, the mind doesn’t get to stop. Cool midnight is trampled by stampeding elephantine thoughts. Elimination of wastes after mealtime is eliminated, to be replaced with a belly so full-- the mobilization of the human mammal goes couch.

To stop.

And what if…and what’s next…and how do I make it so…STOP. And in their place, meanders through the timeless lady in pre-dawn silk, she pours herself upon the rock…

Finding eternity laid out buffet style…
Placing a billion different bites of infinity upon my palate. I taste the moment and it bursts my panicking protestors into more water to spill upon the rock. Now saturated in the wet essence of surrender, I don’t have to react to the picketers in my brain. I get to read their various signs and choose which message to follow.

calmly. easily. without rush.

I listen to the solidarity of the period, because it gently asserts the ways in which it knows its worth. What is before and after will always change. But its presence remains the same. Existing in the period before dawn, where the blue slides in and out of her silk gown. (Naked to the world is how I let them know there is nothing to be afraid of.)

There is nothing to be afraid of.

I only experience this truth in the space between identities. When there is nothing to loose, there is nothing to be afraid for. When I humble into my circular low-line dot, I get to rest in myself. And the words that come after me...they make themselves. I rest as place holder for what will come into being.

And oh how uninhibited the lyricism is of the words creation chooses to ramble through me. Little ol’ me could never make all the pieces come into play. He says, “I am an empty, hollow reed, please for the honor of life, Play Me!”

It is enough to maintain the health of my reed instrument. The kind of songs I want sung from me are not meant to be understood by my instrument. They are meant to surprise. That came out of me!

Oh, well Gee. hee. hee. Ohhhhh.

I pause. to say. that all the energy it takes to maintain the action of solid Robin persona, tires the sweet saga to where it never can find its way through the stuffed up reed.

So in this moment, I choose identity with the single star that dots itself in the sky, place holding for magnificent constellations. When I.dentity becomes uni.vers.al, the great periods take their royal seat count.less places as they form the arch and stability of every letter.making.every.word.making.every.scene.that.will.ever.be.seen.……………………………..………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Bells of Prayer

I found this poem in a journal I wrote a year ago. Interesting, as in the last two months I have been engaging my life in a project full of 'bells.' For those of you who aren't familiar with what I'm swinging these days, check out www.whitepeacock.org The project has called for some real live surrender as the land where this sanctuary was getting built is no longer its home. So I trust...that I am made for this work. and i take one step at a time.

I can remember, I think,
In mists of nostalgia,
When their were Temples
That were always open
and as prevalent as
Starbucks in cities

You could kneel
into the Earth
lighting a candle
for the moment
On an altar
to the Now
whose leaves move the wind

and then
prayer break was sung
to a close
with a bell

and you returned to your work—
centered and attuned with the sacred

Bells like these saved my life once…
Gut wrenching
Feverish delirium
Alone in hotel
Muslim Sulawesi
Just back from living with the Boat People
In floating village
Where sewage and cooking water were one and the same

On hotel bed—
Unable to move
Hallucinating on ceiling
Pissing through sheets
my body witnessing its death,
dying


Merging
surrendered sweetness and terrifying completion

The bells…the bells…
The bells of prayer
Rung five times daily through
City speakers
With her singing
And his loud preaching,
low sun through white window
Easy moon in my belly
The bells
Ringing
They were…
nudging a nostalgic memory

that brought me back
to this, to life, to myself
and to my Raven's claws, reaching for the sun,
planting it closer to humanity
through sounds of chimes on the hour
i will build bells, I declared,
to refurnish city lives
with stillness.

i will build
until humanity becomes a species of bellerians,
drinking in and fed
through the resonance of prayer.

Woman

Oh Woman,
Your strength and compassion
Curve along your fur
Sinuous walk,
You move still on Red moon
You sleep for days at a time
To greet the purple mid afternoon
And exhale jasmine from your dreams

Woman,
Greet the day
The way
You greet the night

The sun
Is
Radiating
To be your ally

Lasso rays like you lasso moon beams
The world waits
I wait
You wait
To be seen.

NEW LOVE

This love breeds a wakefulness
that is ready in stillness
Like the crisp before sunrise,
That blue glow time
as the Earth begins to breathe as daytime

I should be tired now
But this love breeds a wakefulness
that is young and primal
glowing and ready
to channel creation

I am grounded yet buzzing
Reaching in exhilaration
to the expansion
you just woke me to

Leaning back on velour pad,
birds, crickets, lawn mower
that ready stillness, taut on my skin
I am gratefully sunk
into the fullness of contentment

I come out from the walls
and sit in prayer with the sprinklers
I rise holy
like virgin oil from vinegar

I know that this living,
so close to tears,
is what I was formed for

So I sing a YES
that vibrates through the sex
of the never ceasing copulating creation of Now!

more on zen longings

If I could
I’d jump into a cloning machine right now
One of me would lead the experiment of taking Saturn’s sword,
and cut right on the lines of perfection.
It’s the me I seem to have chosen with my one body.
I walk as Kali, rarely do I float by.

But if I could get in a machine that would make another me,
I’d have that me drink margaritas for weeks down a river in Idaho
She’d stay with the same guy or gal
Until it was blatantly obvious they were finished
She’d marry a rich man and spend her days reading novels and picking apples in her orchard
She’d laugh a lot
Be complacently comfortable
And be content with that

This 2nd me
wouldn’t know much about Kali’s dagger or Saturn’s sword,
Nor would she wish to.
She wouldn’t know about daily practices
Or praying to herself that she is good enough
She wouldn’t be sewing herself the next cocoon to die in, directly after she broke open the last.
But me. This one body. I know about these things. I am committed to the quick movings of my soul
And so…
In a parallel universe
or in Frankenstein’s Laboratory,
you may find a complacent me copulating with the me that wields the blade.