Well, I've heard from a hippie, who had heard it from someone else.. some such stories. Are they real? Absolutely not. Couple of times, around a camp fire full of smoke and full of darkness around, I've heard them. Long beard and dreads, no names, and disappearing before dawn.. those were the common reoccurrence.
Around me, in a circle, few figures sat. Are you a human? One of them asked. Out of curiosity, i affirmed. Some herbal tea was boiling on a blackened, misshapen kettle on the fire. A glass full of that was passed around in between.
After few sips, I asked back, are you human?
Yes, for now. Was the cryptic reply. Nothing much else was happening. After a period of unknown time, couple of them began to chant. No words, just sounds. It was very different, but entrancing. After sometime, one of them got up to collect wood and invited me to join. It was fun wandering and gathering.
When i returned to the fire circle, few mats were spread around, and some food was being cooked. I realised everyone was contributing, without much talking. This kind of sharing and activities were going around.
Without realising, that night ended and sun came up. In a nearby tree, a shade was set up and the circle moved over. And couple of days sped by. And then i found myself alone, near a road on the third morning. Were they hippie gods? What was the purpose of it all? It sure wasn't a dream is all i can assure.
There's one more experience, which I'll share later.
