Favorite memory or thing to do at the Rainbow Gathering

I think the first gathering is the best for most. Mine was in 1977 on the East Fork of the Gila River in southern New Mexico. My favorite memory of that one, was a guy camping in a cave, and there was a bird that had a nest of baby birds on the ceiling of the cave. She was a proud mother. She would fly out and get a bug for the chicks, and come back and hop around to everyone in the cave and show off her meal for her babies. Then she'd fly up to the nest and feed them. Then she'd fly out and get another bug and do it all over again. She did that all day long. Very cool.

Moon dancer's medicine show at the 85' & 86' gatherings were lots of fun, but that's another story.

 

Nobody with any memories, sad. Either the rainbow has lost its meaning, or I'm not connecting any more. I think I'll pass this year. AMF

 

I went when I was a young boy it must have been somewhere between 93-95 in Wyoming. I remember going all the way to the other side of the forest behind our camp with my friends and finding a river. Waking at dawn and walking a dirt road with hundreds of people in silence. Seeing a bunch of naked people waiting for a shower, and trying to trade a mini globe keychain for a jade dagger. Also we went with some guy named turtle.

 

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i love a little city with no cars and one law
- what's right . drums circling a fire in the night is
dreamtime for One . i like to make a new drum
for every gathering and might just hang it in
a tree on my way out and gone down the trail .

 

I was at that gathering. There was a fire started by some Gov't official trying to sabotage the gathering. But the family put it out before it could get out of control. I saw a rainbow circle the sun at the main circle during the Ohm prayer on the 4th that year, and there weren't even any clouds in the sky. Big magic!

 

Very kind, brother.

 

i think the R in rainbow is for random
and that I is silent

 

I went to a gathering at Blacks Beach in Sand Diego in 1998...

I lost the people that I came with immediately so I just wandered along the beach for a while. People were generally in little cliques talking about stuff and I really didn't feel like I fit in anywhere and it was really awkward for me since I didn't know anyone.

At some point, I found a candle in the sand. Then I found a bunch of washed up bamboo. Looking at the bamboo, I got the idea that it would be awesome to make bongs out of so I made a bunch of little bamboo bongs and sealed them up with melted candle wax. Then I just started walking around and giving them to people. Since I was a nice guy, giving away home made bamboo bongs, people started to accept me and let me into their conversations and I started having fun.

It was really funny when the police helicopter flew up and everyone waved, showed them tits, mooned them, etc. I remember seeing the guy in the helicopter smile really big and then they just flew away. After a while, a girl that I'd given a bong to came up to me and said, "Open your mouth." I, being a trusting individual complied. She squirted a whole dropper full of LSD in my mouth and told me to get ready for takeoff!

It kicked in almost immediately and all of the people around started to weird me out a little bit so I climbed up the cliff and sat on a rock. It wasn't very high up, maybe 40-50 feet, but once the acid kicked in all the way, it felt like I was a mile up, perched on a windowsill. I couldn't even imagine climbing down. So I sat up there, listened to the drum circle, watched the beautiful hippie chicks dancing naked around the fire and laughed and cried happy tears all night.

Morning finally came around and people started waking up and leaving. Some people tried to get me to come down but I was still too freaked out. It was probably three or four in the afternoon before I summoned the courage to climb down. Once I got back down to the beach, I saw a pretty good amount of trash had been left behind so I spent the rest of the day picking it up and packing it up the goat trail. I didn't want anyone to see the trash and make it difficult for something like that to happen there again so I had to get it cleaned up!

When it got dark, still tripping balls, I walked all the way back down to Ocean Beach and told all the home bums how awesome it was. I was hallucinating for three straight days after that.

I'll never forget that night.

 

If it kicked in right away then it wasn't LSD.

 

It was most definitely LSD.

I started feeling it in ten, maybe 15 minutes, and half an hour(ish) later, I was gone. It was probably 20-30 hits so it absorbed through my mouth some too. I didn't get any cramps though so I know it was pure good stuff! It wasn't my first....or last....rodeo either so I think I'm qualified to accurately represent my experience.