Vidna Obmana
The Spiritual Bonding

The law of a man changes according to his thought. Only the laws of the spirit remain the same.

(Proverb of the Apsáalooke tribe)

In the heart of the virgin forest, the hymen of the visible is penetrated; shamans from the heart of darkness probe the world of shadows. Soft ambient filaments guide the dances of the ritual ceremony; syncopated percussion knocks at the door of a primordial Elsewhere.

Cold electronic drones bathe the clearing in a whitish light, icy rays of an opaque winter dawn. Obmana and his officiants position themselves on the ground at the four cardinal points; the cycle of the seasons is overturned, the Invisible fertilizes Mother Earth and the Spiritual Fetus begins to take form.

Streams of consciousness of ritual didgeridoo exhale spirals of smoke that reach up to the sky; soft sonic membranes cover the meadows with a cerulean uniform frost, a soft placenta that protects the Fetus, that nourishes it.

All is in harmony. Muffled ocarinas, metallic cymbals, sandy maracas, synthesized gongs, mystical flutes; all dissolve in a milky fog full of omens that penetrates the bones. Consciousness is on the threshold of some superhuman Truth and the Fetus finally sees the light.

And, invisible, it will walk with us and we will not see it.

And, leaning against our ear, it will speak with us and we will not understand it.

And, lying in our bed, it will sleep with us and we, perhaps, will at least dream of it.