And the DJ said:'Let There Be House!'

Under a full moon high in the sky, at the beach-- waves are sighing on the sand and people are dancing-- some around fires. DJ/Shamans are melting vinyl and weaving magic, and time itself seems suspended. They've been dancing for hours, and will dance for many hours more, all through the day.

or this

in a room so huge the walls are completely gone, multicolored lights play in cool fog as people dance until they are drenched in sweat to rich, psychedelic jungle beat. Others tumble and play on a giant inflatable castle Huge screens are arranged around in the cavernous space with kaliedoscopic imagery playing all over them. Two boys in fuzzy yellow space suits spray dancers with their bubble guns. Girls with flowers in their hair twirl and laugh as a guy with giant fuzzy Micky Mouse hands tickles their ears. A bank of blacklights off to the side creates a universe all its own for the people gathered there.

Here walls are being dissolved, the family is strong, amorphic, full of love, center everywhere, circumference nowhere. The drops of cosmic, psychedelic nectar make ripples as they hit the surface of the pool of consciousness. We are drawn like hummingbirds to this source through space-time and our evolution/distillation process. And the DJ's sculpt the sound.

and again:

an ephemeral, magical city forms briefly in the high desert, steeped in ritual, humor, and a blend of aboriginal-techno-performance. Thousands here press through limits of art, dance, and ceremony. The rules of the 20th century are obsolete here; this is an adumbration of the future. At the end, a central, four storey neon and firework laden effigy goes up in flames, and the entire experience disappears into the memories of the participants.

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