im watching fireworks from a balcony of a luxury apartment in potts point, surrounded by my brother and his friends and our lovely host who has laid on some beautiful food and lots of drinks, everyone is smashed, there's a strange energy in the air and suddenly these amazing fireworks start lighting up the sky.
i've never really liked fireworks, i hate the noise and i hate the idea that money should be wasted like that when we could build a hospital etc but as i watched this strange ritual i realized there is a up side, millions of people watching something beautiful is a good thing, the mass reflection on the years past and the one looming is like a meditation, the release of a city of spectators just being happy for a few seconds and kissing complete strangers has to be good and the general good behaviour and mood of those who attend. i had fun. the display was like a dmt trip, patterns forming, ever changing, cascading and suddenly the skies were filled with information. but it was chaos with meaning, the pyrotechnics were re creating the creation myth of the aboriginals. thunder, lightning, rain, waterfalls, it was all there in the sky, fire reigning down on us all, like a huge mas wedding sydney was reborn into 2009.
strangely amongst all the people there i found a man who was interested in ayahuscia, he was from colombia and had a beautiful girlfriend. We spoke a bit about fear, ego, architecture and women, his name was Andreas.
Free sydney transport through the night made it easy for me to return home, safe and sound and feeling good about the future despite the fact humanity is heading for the comedown.