God is a DJ

I wanted to know dance. The kind I felt inside but couldn’t express or understand. A club? Fine. Ballroom, Latino, street dance? I get it; people find themselves there. I enjoy it too, but I often missed the flow.

Why do so few people dance freely, wildly, emotionally, creatively? Why doI want to dance like that? Was it planted in my soul as a child, when our parents took us to New Year’s Eve dances and we danced exactly like that? Creative and with love. With a pure child’s heart, without masks, without worries. Why do people dance so little?

Lesson one: If music is playing—dance!

Kristi, at a cacao ceremony, gave me a taste of not just cacao, but a different kind of dance. And that later led me to Austria, to an Ecstatic Dance festival.

You arrive broken after an 8-hour drive and immediately sit in a men’s circle where they ask about your relationship with women. And you realize, when thirty men are absolutely honest, that we are all very fragile. Then you connect with the women’s circle, and tears well up in your eyes as you discover the pain some women endure because of men. You feel a deep sorrow realizing many have walked through complex relationships, beatings, rape—even rape by their own parents. It hurts to find that every single one has experienced inappropriate behavior, a look, or harassment from a man. You felt ashamed for men before, in bars and clubs, seeing those "drunk pigs" eyeing women like pieces of meat. And if it stayed at just looking, that was the better case. Now you feel even more shame. But now you know that even those lewd glances can wound a woman more than you think. And you also know that they are all goddesses.

Then came improvised contact dance. Kika, the dancer I shared my first attempt at this style with, was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better guide…

Fun fact 1: After two hours of this dance, hairy female legs stopped seeming unusual to me.

Fun fact 2: I no longer needed a massage; the pain in my neck and shoulders was gone after this Herculean effort. And what is impro contact dance? Go and try…

That evening, I had my first Ecstatic Dance. By the way, the whole festival was a Safe Zone. No alcohol, no drugs. No sexual undertones. And the dance? A wooden floor, bare feet, no flashing lights or strobes, no smoke effects. Just you, the music, and the dance. And no words. If you want to speak to someone on the floor, say it through dance. Words are for outside the hall.

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You know that feeling? The music starts, you want to dance, but the floor is empty. You don't want to be the first because everyone is watching. And God forbid you go there alone. You wouldn't even think of it, because it's just not 'normal' here. So, try Ecstatic Dance. And you know what you’ll do next time? You’ll be the first on that floor. Because dance is a blessing. It is inspiration. You will be the first and you will inspire others to join. Not just to join, but to be inspired by your movements. Dance and inspire.

That night I also discovered that:

• A great musician can make you dance even to a Hare Krishna mantra.
• Bathing in a pool with others completely naked is actually natural.
• Dancing 8 hours a day, topped with yoga, swimming, and deep discussions is possible—and you’ll have a ton of energy the next day.
• Dancing a Sufi clan dance, spinning at high speed for twenty minutes without stopping—is possible! It is ecstatic, fantastically unusual to be the eye of the hurricane within your own body.

The evening taught me that you can cry while dancing, and that dance as a prelude to meditation is a brutal combination that shows you the way deep into yourself and your visions.

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The next morning, the Five Rhythms dance showed me that a human can truly produce DMT, their own psychedelic, in the brain. They say you can get high on your own supply without substances or ecstasy. You can. God bless you.

A 72-year-old woman arrived. She looked like your grandmother. She stepped behind the mixing desk and began something I will carry within me for the rest of my life.

Forty people on the floor—the exact forty who were meant to be there. The first 30 minutes were classic ecstatic dance. But what do I know? It was my first time. I didn't know how to fully let go and release the animal within. The emotions, fears, and joys. We danced, looked into each other’s eyes, perceived one another. We perceived the space. We got to know the space, our own souls, and occasionally caught a glimpse of someone else’s soul.

And then—boom. I found myself in a small circle, drumming my fist on the floor. Others encouraged me, joined in, and started stomping their feet. Everyone joined. The rhythmic stomp on the wooden floor echoed through the space in time with the music. We all held onto each other, and that’s when we vanished. We were no longer individuals. We were one organism. One world, one love, one heart, one tribe, one family. Perfect flow. Together in the circle, we danced out all our pains, joys, sorrows, failures, loves—past and future lives. Holding hands, someone always went into the center, their soul dancing freely as it felt. And that goddess behind the mixing desk was part of us. She knew what we needed, just as we knew what she needed. Applause, stomping, a Herculean roar as a celebration of the goddess, tears, embraces.

And then, a slow down. The fifth rhythm. Meditation. The end of the dance and the start of a sharing circle. We sat down, moved by the moment, knowing we were part of something extraordinary. We held hands and shared our feelings… pure love, playfulness, flow, excitement, ecstatic, God was the DJ! Goddess was the DJ. We don’t need religion, we have dance. Dance is our religion. We don’t want to leave. Laughter. Play one more set. Laughter. How can we leave now? Where are we supposed to go? There is a world out there. But we don’t want it. We sat in silence for a while. Then we slowly drifted apart. When I left the floor, I walked on a different earth, in a different world…

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For three days, I perceived dance. Mine and others'. I perceived the movement around me. In perfect harmony with other dancers, we danced for hours and hours. Mornings, days, and nights. We were one. One of our 25+ senses expanded. The body learned to perfectly perceive the movements of the organisms around me. In three days, it adapted because it was necessary. To avoid colliding on the floor, to function like perfect magnets.

But then you go home, get in the car, and drive for two hours—through Bratislava, on the highway… and you don’t expect it. But you immediately notice something is different. You are part of the traffic. You perceive other drivers and cars in perfect harmony. You see the rhythm in it; you adapt perfectly. You are all the cars in front of you, behind you, those that passed five minutes ago, and those that will pass in twenty.

You get home, go for a walk in the park, and something is different again. You are perfectly grounded. You feel immense stability, as if you had roots. You are a walking tree. In the square, there’s a concert with 200 people, and you perceive them. You know how they move, where they are going; you feel them changing direction and approaching you. All the dogs look you in the eyes. Rémus runs to you and jumps into your arms. An orchestra plays modern music in the square. You dance. Decently. You’d love to dance ecstatically like you did four hours ago, but you go decently because you’re home now and it would look "weird." You’re not quite there yet—to release your soul and ignore the 200 motionless people. But even so, you inspire. You move, someone looks at you and starts nodding their head, and you know they’ve started dancing, at least in their heart. You inspired.

How is it possible? You dance almost nonstop for three days. Impro contact dance is physically demanding, so is ecstatic dance, yoga, etc. You haven't slept more than 3-4 hours a night, and even that was in the car. So how is it possible you have so much energy—not just for yourself, but for the whole city! For the orchestra, for all 200 people, for every dog, for every tree. And you want to give that energy away. This is how music, dance, and community can recharge you? This is what love and cooperation can do? This is what tolerance and awareness can do? If so, then humanity has a massive, unfulfilled potential. A potential to do good, to care for all living things, to create.

How can there be so much energy in you? Boundaries were crossed many times over. Boundaries created by your mind. But today, those boundaries were destroyed. What will tomorrow bring?

Women are goddesses. This world belongs to them. They bring life. We owe our lives to them. They create. Let us cast aside fear and let them create. Let us dance with life. Let us make love to life. Give love. Love is the answer. God is a DJ. God is in every one of us. We are gods. We are goddesses. We are all one. And we all carry that unity within us.

Imagine a place where you arrive and feel peace everywhere. Everyone greets you or smiles as they pass. You can leave your things, your phone, anywhere, because no one will take anything. No alcohol or cigarettes are sold. And there is no need for them. You don’t miss it. You have water, tea, and cacao. Food is cooked with love - simple, beautiful, and you know exactly what’s in it. People are kind, free, and yet together they form one family. A place where peace reigns. Peace in you, peace in others. You are surprised to find yourself in such a place. And you start asking yourself why the world out there isn’t like this. You wonder where it went wrong. But you see the immense potential humanity has when love and cooperation prevail. When male and female energy unite and begin to create together. And you want to bring a piece of this place home with you.

And it can be done. Bring it. If you want to move the world, first move yourself. Start the movement. Inspire.