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Savage Temple (2014)

I made a thing ???

I can’t be the only Pagan on tumblr who enjoys dance as a devotional or ecstatic practice.
That’s me last night, spinning hoops. I went to a dance club with a fellow Pagan last night. We both have described trancing out while dancing… feeling the sensation of being lifted, of my particles spreading out and pulsing to the rhythm of the music… of blissful union with divinity.
I used to be able to reach this state with drums and fire only. Primal. But lately, lights and smoke and the pounding energy of other revelers have been able to get me there. It’s incredible energy. As I gaze into the lights after my third drink, my heart says a prayer to Dionysus, and I feel I am a maenad, tearing at the walls of mundane life, letting my soul (and voice!) scream and yell, and twirl and clap, and spin, and spin, and spin…
Is anyone else an ecstatic or devotional dancer? Anyone else make revelry of some sort a part of your practice?