An extended, serpentine, highly detailed and life-like circumambulatory odyssey… I am amongst people that, largely, I know; I know the circle at large; I feel the strength of a larger circle that holds all the people, everyone who is involved whether they are visible or invisible.

Each person has a distinct orientation to this progressive rotational event, and the group as a whole is oriented toward it as well—but none of the various locations associated with the event are simple locations. There is challenge involved in making one’s way from place to place. Indeed, it’s a complete mystery how anyone is managing whatsoever to move from one location to another. There is no clear guarantee that any particular person or set of people will in fact make it to the next place at any particular time and in any particular disposition. People appear and disappear.

There are limitless possibilities as to what actually might be occurring or is being staged from location to location—wide varieties of food, various performance art possibilities, architectural accomplishments, disaster areas in process of recovery, danger zones. Situations are complete with trees, plants, animals writhing around, and weather changes.

Some of those who are moving from place to place have a special designation as Attenders. The evaluations of the Attenders have a particular value to those involved in the total endeavor. Attenders are charged with particular responsibilities for taking in each scene, being fully present, and offering some evaluation as to the magnitude of the overall configurations and effects. I am surprised to find that I myself am an Attender. I am not extremely enthusiastic about this because it’s a great responsibility and I’m a little burned out.

From location to location in the odyssey, I am aware of disintegration, decay. There are structures that are derelict, ramshackle places that are not inviting or consoling at all, not invigorating, but they are, it seems, absolutely necessary and essential along the way. At one point, I almost slip in the mud. I’m aware of haphazard, hardly initiated, and barely realized situations, as well as those that offer a fresh start. Some are daunting/daring salvage operations in-process. Place after place after place….

I see faces of friends in transit, coming out as I am going in; we nod acquaintance but remain on task, in trek. It seems there will be a whole group gathering eventually. I am much aware of all the behind-the-scenes action, how many people are involved in sustaining this experience. As usual, I have complications with my clothes—have trouble presenting myself, just keeping my act together. At times I will consider a locale as a “possible” place where I might belong for a while, but that is not the nature of this set-up, and I am quickly summoned away, on to the next locale.

I somehow feel in touch with all the spacetime configurations I have ever experienced—all auras and moods, all motilities profoundly energetic—impinging. The total event is a great wheel of life.