Opening Portals

"You're not gonna burn me, are you? I'm DEATHLY afraid of getting burned!"

I'm a burn artist. I get that comment all the time.

People expect that if you bring fire close to them that immediately entails burn. I'm not sure if its fear they're expressing, or curiosity as to how fire can touch their body and not burn.

Eitherway, massaging at the Avant Garden was even more beautiful than imagined. I set up a massage table I borrowed from Brooklyn Sanctuary down on the lower level of Galapagos, towards the back of the room, but totally visible. I had about 10 eager and willing customers, each so beuatiful and recipetive in their own ways. Some of the highlights from the night included a dark skinned man of whom took fire in the shape of a Mercaba and an 8 pointed star, so deeply. Another stayed on the table for 10 minutes after the massage.

The most impactful was the Indian man who feared the burn. I kept the fire at bay for the fire torch, but when I granted him Fakir towards the upper left shoulder, he took it and said it stung a little...but was fine.
After the massage, the man (whose name...??) no longer feared getting burned.

There was beautiful Josephine who so deeply enjoyed the session and hopes to greet me again in San Francisco this weekend. Ahhh, and Dennis, my lovely stage director concert going hippi friend from college, whose a hairy Italian man, engulfed the flames like a dragon eating his breath. Matt, a friend within the community.

So beautiful.

The night culminated with the union with a new friend and a reciprocal peaceful experience of which I later documented through poetry.

softly spoken
unbroken
zen grown-in
gardens bloom.

Avant moon
softly spoon
light up wings
open cocoon

SWOON.

eyes shining
strings rhyming
souls colliding
memorizing

your mouth near my face
settling in perfect place
whatta disgrace
wait...

no room for groan
except by stone
thrown
blown
under tow
pulling back the stars
night afar
sun ajar
the windows in your room
listen.
It blooms.

You reach for me
in reciprocity
tickling whims soft touch
caress
my breast
remove the vest
blocking the beautiful
exchange
between
you & me
balanced in
karmic responsibility.

Amok the days
when souls delivered trays
drinks, sphinx, sexy kinks
all at their brinks
pushing one off the mountain
the other to the sea
alone it be
yearning to pull a suckling
down.
share a space
at the bottom
of the ground.

round we toll
on a carousel of dreams
where what i give
to you
is all that it seems.


12/5
---- of giving and receiving, softness, and inner peace.


He gave me comfort in a body unbeknown to me. I gave him my image.

I give you my image & soul
You give me the pleasure of receieving.

Last days in Brooklyn...

YES! The Fire Massage is back on the road, spreading fiery healing vibes to the great world & beyond...Here's where you can find us until we head to MEXICO...

12/4: Avant Garden Crooked Disco Party @
Galapagos Art Space
16 Main St
Brooklyn, NY
11pm - onwards
$5 admission
Fire Massage UPSTAIRS!

In greenpoint, Brooklyn, available for private healing sessions 12/5 - 12/9

12/10: Rock the Bells @
REBEL, NYC
w. 30th st between 6th & 7th ave, northside
730pm onwards
$8/advanced, $10 at the door
Fire Massage Upstairs
Fire performances downstairs

12/12- 12/16
SAN FRANCICSO
Locations to be announced....

12/20...onwards
Bosque Village, near Mexico City...

besos.