Go out and spread love

    (Ibiza, through the eyes of the barefoot Doctor.)

    Flew to London for a couple of days for a reality check, to give a talk,
    spread the love and have a bit of urban fun – and on the plane back, found
    myself surrounded by a noisy gaggle of San Antonio bound superannuated
    rave monkeys on the rampage, but managed to see the Buddha in them and
    they magically started talking a language far more resembling English as
    we know it.

    That’s how you shift external reality by seeing it differently.

    For me, the view from here is sophisticated Ibiza for the world’s more
    discerning aficionados of conscious hedonism, and I’d clean forgotten
    about the Ibiza Uncovered brigade – I’d assumed they’d become extinct or
    were languishing in a home for old clichés somewhere on England’s south

    Meanwhile the island is hopping with energy it hardly knows what to do
    with right now as the explosion of excitement gathers momentum in the
    sacred ground beneath our feet. Talking subtexts though, I venture what’s
    going on beneath the surface of all the glitz bubbling up ready to spew
    its fairy dust all over the summer season, is a growing, spreading sense,
    at the subliminal level, that when you go out with an intention to
    contribute joy to one and all rather than egoistically focusing on what
    you can gain, karma awards you greater gain by return.

    And while on your nocturnal joy-spreading escapades, if you’ve a mind for
    naturally induced altered states, do check out Atzaro every Tuesday night
    from July 6 till August 31, as Hofer66 and I will be performing our
    fabled, mind-altering, mood-improving DANCEFLOOR MEDITATION there –
    probably the most powerful form of subliminal hypnosis set to psychosonic
    beats in the world.

    Meanwhile play with that notion of contributing joy, in the quieter
    recesses of your heart and mind for a while and keep tuning in here, as
    I’ll be back with more left-field observations from the coalface of the
    world’s party capitol faster than a speeding bullet.

    With love and wishes for a mad time, Barefoot Doctor