Inspired by the concept of quantum awareness, Robert Lanza's biocentrism and the Wish Tree art installation series by Yoko Ono, INTENT 2020 seeks to create a synergy effect by compiling together diverse pieces of music expressing intentions and desires of the contributing artists. The third volume of the series, "Vapor State", includes works by the artists based in the UK, France, Belgium, Norway, Sweden, Russia, the US (California, Texas), Egypt, and South Africa.
The third volume was released during Imbolc, a Gaelic traditional festival marking the beginning of spring, held about halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. Qataka of the Dream Aid project has contributed a short story dedicated to Imbolc. More of her work could be found here: bit.ly/360VYNL
by Qataka / Dream Aid
The faint glimpse of sunset told us that darkness should be expected soon. The camp was only two hundred yards away, and the men were warming themselves, fiddling with the bread they had brought with them, trying out their whips. This was the first glimpse of the outdoors, and Alora was determined to find some peace there. Her father was walking her to the camp, and his smell of leather and tobacco permeated through the air as she continued to march along. The main hall was crowded with men, women, and children. Two of the men on the loudspeakers were waiting for them and before long the booming cheers could be heard all around the camp. When a man who had slipped through the mist behind the crest came back to tell everyone that his flock was back on the run, and all across the village they were all going to school, the men shouted their greetings over and over again.
And, suddenly, a wonderful thing happened. A faint voice echoed from the crowd, singing a devotional melody in perfect tune with the surroundings. It was whispered through the crowd in the same ancient voice and the notes were the simplest yet the most tender in all human music. Alora knew instantly that it was a song of joy and thanksgiving for the strange coincidences of this period, as well as for those we would see to come. And she knew that it was only after hearing these words that you could be sure that something extraordinary was happening. While your curiosity was still around and you were sure that the voice coming from the crowd was the right one, you felt a piece of indescribable magic. Some kind of thirst in the crowd which had been also gripping your imagination at the earlier moment which had eventually blown away. The first words out of the mouth of that flabbergasted man were these:
"Searched to the very beginning of time, however deep the abyss of a million eternities, it still remains: the life, and the soul, the heart and conscience of this proud race."
The man continued:
"Holy water, sacred flame, Brigid, we evoke your name. You are the grand river of the sacred fire. You are the river of light. O righteous old Brigid, great river, and rich and pure, Great Mother of the Earth, let our bodies rise and crawl before you."
"Over a starry bed of living fire, I give myself freely to light. In the fire, I will once more be restored, in a new and better world with new gifts and new attributes. Life is a dance of the breath between Fire and Water. Even as the water falls down a river, fire falls down a pyre, the sparks of light from the embers making fire for all who believe in it. And a voice to stand above all, a voice beyond voices, a boundless voice, it tells us that we have chosen to be here."
"And never again shall this mortal life be cut short by a disease! Never again shall the mortal be tarnished by sickness, anxiety, and pain! Never again shall the fickle eye of death blind our sight, one while another finds beauty in eyes we didn't know we had! Never again shall we spend our lives in homes or on hospital beds, passing into a new life a month at a time! And never again shall we ever be apart from those who call us family, who hold us in their hearts, whose love and care we have asked for and for which we have waited so long."
The crowd went quiet before erupting in cheers so incredibly loud so many times Alora felt her eardrums crack. She went outside, and a little girl ran out to greet her. The girl was wearing a cowl so closely covering her eyes, Alora could only see her eyes when they were focused down on the ground. The girl had bright green eyes and freckles that matched her eyes. She gave Alora a shy smile before giving her a doll-like figure made from rushes and clad in bits of cloth. Alora gave the doll a smile, much to the delight of the little girl, who squeaked with joy. She gently caressed the doll, feeling a glow of happiness in the figure's smile. Alora looked up, proud and excited. She was in the right place at the right time.