Going to a National Rainbow Gathering is an amazing experience. That’s putting it mildly. All six of my now grown kids and two of my three grandkids have accompanied me to at least one of the two I attended. One was 10,000 feet up in the Uinta Mountains of Utah, the other 9,000 feet up in the Sangre de Cristos Mountains of New Mexico.
It’s no surprise I felt at home after finally making it to Welcome Home camp the first time. It reminded me of gatherings of hippies up in the mountains of New Mexico that my family and I attended when we lived next door to the Hog Farm. Only a thousand times bigger. There were an estimated 30,000 in Utah and about 15,000 in New Mexico. That’s a lot of Rainbows camping out in the forest at once!
My backpack immediately felt lighter upon leaving A-Camp (where the bikers and all who wish to drink alcohol hang out). People began telling us, “Welcome Home” right away.
The kitchens are spread far apart, some with lots of impressive cooking equipment. Luvin’ Ovens builds ovens out of stones and mud and bake chocolate chip cookies and deep dish pizza at night and share freely.
At Jesus Camp, food is given freely throughout the day. Something I took note of when my teenagers took all the food to their little campsite about a ten minute walk from mine.
At Granola Funk, they even have a generator, with musicians providing live music on into the night.
Campfires scatter across the mountains, with singing and drumming. People shout, “We love you!” across the meadow to each other. In the main meadow there’s an evening gathering for dinner every evening, and everyone making a huge circle. Many kitchens bring down ice chests and huge potfuls of lentils, rice dishes, other kinds of beans, maybe some kind of kale or spinach dish.
Then on the 4th of July, silence is held until the Om Circle at noon. The silence after so much noise is stupendous.
And to hold hands and Om for twenty minutes after the sacred silence is beyond amazing. It is glorious, and one of the many experiences which give me faith in humanity.
After the Om Circle is the Kiddy Parade, then the Ginger Parade, then the celebration. It’s the Rainbow High Holy Day to pray for peace on Earth.
Instead of money, there’s bartering. Lots of crystals, jewelry, tie dye and Hindu style clothes. Spiritual books.
Conversations about magic and manifesting and how powerful we truly be are common. Healers everywhere (at least that was my experience). It’s a western Shambala.
And coming back to Babylon after so much bliss is not easy. But when things get very rough, I feel the Light inside me, and remember the feeling of holding hands with thousands, and I embrace this world and all her people with my etheric Paravati arms.
My soul longs to live up on a mountain again, but my calling is to remain in the home I was called back to 24 years ago this month. Wow. Time flies! Such a big family, activities of daily living took so much more time when they were small.
I love you all, may your Thursday be blessed!
Thursday’s child has far to go. I was born on a Thursday.