Thursday · Air
Self-expression as the night's medicine
Air is "very much about you as an individual" (Angel), so the evening handed the stage to everyone: poems, an anthem in white wings, a didgeridoo through the ferns, a red flying-V.
A thread of the Love Dimension
The floor as a church you dance in. Golden hour on the lawn, lasers at midnight, the whole field moving as one body.
Ben HoltMusic medicine, as he names his own work, and a workshop called The Way of the King.
Alec ZeckAn invitation to keep inquiring into how an idea alone can move the body.
David StarfireTurned the dance floor into a family: fire, live drum and light, with all the love handed back.
Derek AbtA classical guitar and an open voice at the pre-dawn grate, singing the circle toward first light.
ForestialRemixed a sovereign-tech song so a dance floor could feel the call to own our own data.
The golden-hour DJGolden light, a raised gloved hand, and the whole lawn turning into a dance floor.
The late-night DJLasers, haze, hoops and fire at the edge of a full floor as Earth night ran toward midnight.
Liquid BloomHeld the last of Fire Night as a transmission: remember, your wisdom lies in nature.
Matt McKibbinMake energy addressable the way the internet made devices addressable, so communities can hold sovereign power.
MORiLLOA dusk-to-dark set that carried the whole lawn from the last light into lasers and haze.Radiant SoulsFire flow at dusk: poi, staff, fans, rope dart and fire-breath, moving prayer for Fire Day.
Ruby ChaseA prayer for trust in love, carried through fire and forgiveness to a field seeing through new eyes.
Griffin VSolo electric guitar on a red flying-V, played out under the drapes and the string lights.
Tom MillerLove is currency: creative energy circulating value relationally, so prosperity is a love dimension.
HaroldA cosmic storyteller carrying the harmonic calendar: each of us a harmonic representation.Thursday · Air
Air is "very much about you as an individual" (Angel), so the evening handed the stage to everyone: poems, an anthem in white wings, a didgeridoo through the ferns, a red flying-V.
Friday · Earth
The golden-hour lawn with everyone on the floor, MORiLLO's dusk into lasers, the late set with hoops and fire at the edge.