A guest house called Creativity

Some self-proclaimed French idealist called “the Mother” and an Indian freedom fighting guru activist visionary called Aurobindo started Auroville with the goal of creating a self-supported biological health paradise and spiritual retreat. To be honest it was really pleasant and knowing that the foresty and luscious green area that Auroville is built upon was once nothing but red sand is quite impressive. We stayed at a guest house called Creativity—don’t know why they called it that—located close to a restaurant/cafeteria called Solar Kitchen—this I know because the kitchen and also all of Auroville is run only on solar energy. After taking a refreshing ‘get rid of that 29-hour traveling smell’ shower, we walked over to Solar Kitchen and got served some free non-spicy Indian food as a nice gesture to celebrate the day’s event. The food, company and climate were all great, and to top it of the moon was encircled by an astounding aura of clouds. It looked absolutely amazing and I swear I could have been perfect—had I had a glass of wine at the time.

The next day we spent walking and melting around surreal Auroville in the 42-degree killer sun before catching some brown waves at the beach. A couple of wannabe guru locals told us there would be a rave/trance party somewhere in the remotes of Auroville that evening. After dinner, swimming and beer we decided to catch some midnight moonbeams and float over to party we heard about earlier. Walking for ages in almost pitch darkness we finally found the place the locals were boasting about, although instead of it being a trance jam, the party was something that I myself like interpret as a: psychedelic-yoga induced-spiritually weird-moon funk-dance party. It was generally a bunch of weirdoes letting loose and trying to dance to some phuked-up yoga beats whilst others transcended into a meditated vibe in front of a big bonfire. I like to think I am pretty open to all of this stuff but this was just too mind blowing yah and after trying to jump onto the psychedelic nirvana train myself I instead started to feel nauseated. The next morning I found myself in pain and completely sick from the night before, although it wasn’t so much the yoga trance jam that caused the illness but instead a mouth full of beer and sea water I swallowed whilst swimming the day before. posted by Donny van Luyn @ 10:37 PM