A Quest for Community
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
I had spent all of Sunday
participating in the Summer Solstice rituals with several hundred
Damanhurians and Guests. It's perhaps the biggest celebration of the
year at Damanhur with many people traveling from all parts of Europe
and even flying in from places like North and South America, Iceland,
and Japan. It was a beautiful sun-drenched day and the pristine air was
charged with a kind of electric energy.
Soon after the final ritual ended about 20 of us piled into two white
vans painted with colorful Damanhur logos and were driven up the
precipitous winding road to near the top of "Sacred Mountain," which
rises behind the hill village of Vidracco. It was a hair-raising drive
with the typically crazy Italian drivers as they careened the vans
around the narrow hairpin curves. I could feel my heart thumping as our
van leaned out over the token tiny stone wall along the road's edge and
I could often see straight down for hundreds of feet to the jagged
rocks below. I tried hard to believe that the copper spirals of the
"Car Self" that all Damanhurians have glued on their car dashboards
really did offer some degree of magical protection.
