The Moon is in the Zenith! The Sun is in the Nadir! Let’s start the celebration! Welcome to ground zero of LUNACY!!!!!!
That was the beginning of the Full Moon Festival celebration in Miami Beach, where every Full Moon, hundreds, and at some point, literally, thousands, congregated in the sand and celebrated nature. Some say at its best, others at its worst. The Era of Aquarius is reborn, peace, brothers and tree huggers.
This is Wolf men paradise.
The celebration started very small, just a few people that casually met in the beach in several locations. Some play bongos and congas, sometimes a guitar; almost always the girls dancing; some were from the ballet and they make it quite interesting.
Anthropologists say that men invented music, women invented dance.
As more people joined and an average location was more predictable, the fun also increased. Bonfires, many couples enjoyed the romance of the night. Many went to the water. Many stayed until sunrise. Many women received the sun with open arms (and legs) and beautifully gave to the Sun the emblems of a woman’s generosity.
The character of the event became more spiritual, New Age, if you want to see it in that way. Many girls after dancing took their clothes and went to the water, some guys followed.
Sometimes everything goes. However, it was not a degenerate orgy; it was like something of a ritual nature. There was an air of innocence to it.
Some extended the night rituals into the sunrise, and received the sun as if they were coming to the world, a rebirth; some girls asking nature for a companion in exchange of their generosity and fertility, some guys wanting to prove themselves as men and deserving of generating offspring.
Sometimes, the scenes resembled something taken from Igor Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring, without the sacrifice.
It was something spiritual and animal, primitive, primal, ancestral. Sometimes Venus appeared before the Sun…after hearing the Moon’s calls.
There were many opportunities to meet people with a common bond. Who knows how many marriages came from there and how many kids are daughters of the moon and sons of the sun.
As the voice spread out, people working for the hotels, bars and restaurants started to come; some families too and with their kids and dogs, cats, birds and other pets.
Now the tourists started to join, the impromptu celebration became a festival. People from around the world started to come to see and participate. In many places, there are now full moon festivals, although it would speculative to trace their origin to the Miami Beach celebration.
As the festivities continued to grow they attracted the attention of the press. TV and Radio stations and the newspapers were telling people when was the full moon, the location of the celebration, and even were covering it.
Now religious groups arrived. Catholics, Protestants, Santeria, Voodoo, New Agers, Tree Huggers, animists, you name it; each one on his own piece of sand in the middle of the resulting melee from so many different people and those who came for fun and sin. It was a syncretism natured carnival atmosphere with all sorts of gods and other deities competing for attention.
Impromptu preachers were all over the place.
We have to keep mother earth clean!!!!! Mountains of trash and plastic bottles littering the beach.
We have to keep our souls out of sin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of ‘fornication with the consent of the king’ going around.
We have to keep our bodies pure!!!!!!!!! Lots of people high in drugs.
The scene looked as if it was taken from the Forest Gump movie; where in the 60’s many protesters were not always really sure about what they were protesting against and more interested in protesting for the sake of protesting , getting high and to be in ‘Love the one you with.’
It was easy to get invited by a hopeful beautiful woman playing congas, into ‘her farm,’ usually, a bunch of guys so high and drunk that she will never get a chance to copulate with any of them.
As the celebration became an uncontrolled mess, large amounts of people who would not spend (or do not have money to spend) in the bars and clubs, started to go in mass to the restrooms of the nearby businesses (without spending much if anything either). Most businesses did not like having their places converted into public restrooms. We can only speculate why the sand dunes vegetation was always greener during full moons.
The now rowdy crowd composed of people from literally all walks of life started to turn more into a mutiny. …and it became more fun to be there than in a club.
Drug pushers everywhere; Prostitutes making a fast buck; Gay men soliciting from bums; pickpockets taking care of business; others stealing the clothes of those naked in the sea; drunkards, junkies, you name it.
Interestingly, for the large and unruly crowd, the crime was not much as otherwise expected. Most of the stuff ended in people having fun … their way.
Finally, the noise, the unruly loud people, the damage to the protecting dunes, the smoke from the bonfires, the business restroom disasters, the lack of consumption (and resulting taxes) and the construction of tax producing luxury hotels and condos, gave the City the perfect excuse to enforce an ordinance closing the beach after midnight.
It took some time but the worldwide known Full Moon Festival was over in Miami Beach. There are festivals in other countries, some quite famous. May be if the festival was managed in some way, it would became a worldwide tourist attraction.
Now, isolated small groups celebrate the Moon discretely, in several locations, the way it started.
Still, the communion with nature, the adventure, the romance and the sex continues…