The Tribe of Spiral; The Passing of the Torch
Tonight was the night that everything changed; The night of the great spark, the passing of the torch between the Old Tribe and The New.
I’d sensed its coming weeks, leading to a culmination in this night. I had been dancing hard, casting my energy wider than ever. I could feel his presence growing closer. I knew that it was all coming together, here in this moment, and as the universe aligned, there he was; The Herald of Chaos, our tribal totem, the human embodiment of the living universe itself.
We went outside and shared a moment in the cool air of the autumn night. We were at the third iteration of this particular club, which despite the new owner’s attempts to steer into a venue for more “normal” types, somehow had come back to us again. We sat on the steps, talked and smoked, catching up on recent times, and reminiscing on times past. As we do, we took up a random conversation with a passing soul. He generously offered to give us his last caplet of MDMA. It was the newer variety of the drug; a reddish brown crystalline substance packed loosely into a gelcap. We cracked it open and split the contents between the two of us. I saved the gelcap, as a token of the moment. And as the high slowly came over us, we knew that the moment had come. We were ready now to do what must be done.
We went back inside, our course set for the centre of the dance floor. As we danced, we began the exchange of energy that would be his passing of the torch to me, there on the floor in the fray, in what I somehow knew would be our last moments together. We spread apart across the length of the floor. He cast out his energy like a mooring line from across the far side. I grabbed hold of it, and we began slowly reeling each other in on that invisible line, parting the crowd for us to connect the spark of life in the centre. The music reached its peak, the chorus echoed among the crowd;
“I’ll miss you my love, but it’s about time, that this world, goes up in flames….”
He raised his hand to the sky, holding the line to mark the point of where our heaven met this earth, and as I drew it in I felt every spark, every flame that we had ever known, both together and alone, in the tribes which we had found and formed across the years between us. This was the passing of the torch, the beginning and the end of time. This was the crossing of our stars in the endless sky.
When the moment had passed, he turned away his back to the crowd and slowly began to drift away, back into the fabric of the fray from which he had been made. I watched him fade until he was gone, and my tears began to fall. I knew that he was gone forever this time, that there would never come another like him in all the days of my life. And I knew that it was my turn now, my turn to make the sky burn, to carry on the flame that he had lit within my heart, and the hearts of so many others.
It is because of him that I had first found my faith in something greater than myself, something greater even than gods; faith in the moment, faith in the living universe in which we all are a vital part. I never wonder or want for strength in knowing my path is laid before me; I only seek to know how and where that journey will take me, and who will take it in their turn when my own has passed.
-For Mykey-
(Song Credit – Starsign – Apoptygma Berserk)