Trip Start Aug 17, 2009
27Trip End Dec 03, 2009
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"When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colours, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow “
Old Native American Prophecy
From what I learnt it seems to be an anarchic (believing in the absence of all direct or coercive government control whilst proposing the cooperative and voluntary association of individuals and groups as the principal mode of living) movement. The Rainbow people have been described as the largest non-organisation of non-members in the world.
For a fuller and more colourful description : http://www.welcomehome.org/rainbow/
Ofir and his daughter left at midday to hitchhike up to the gathering and I stayed in the Kibbutz with my hosts, enjoying their company and food. I left at 3.00p.m and started north towards the Sea of Galilee, the place of Jesus's baptism and the scene of many of his miracles, including feeding the 5,000 and walking on water.
The rains and rainbows were both haunting and animating as I peddled on my way to the Sea of Galilee and my eventual Rainbow-family-festival destination. I arrived at the Biblical waters at sunset and then began the steep climb eastwards and upwards into the Gorlan heights. The rains had cleared and the stars shone, humidity clung to the air and where the rains had failed to drench me I succeeded with my own sweat. By nine o’clock I was out of water and so stopped at an army base. The sentry gave me water and a plate of cakes. I lent over the fence, chatting to a gun-toting soldier surrounded by tanks, eating delicately iced cakes and cream buns. A car arrived looking for the same gathering, three guys fresh out of their
3-year army service. I joined them and together, three hours later found the gathering’s welcome tent.
Perched atop of a craggy valley we entered the tent and sat around the fire, my friend Ofir was there though his daughter had already descended into the valley and the gathering. The purpose of the welcome tent, other than what its name proclaims, is to kindly request folks not to bring alcohol, drugs or electronic technology into the site.
Each new moon, somewhere on the planet, a new Rainbow gathering takes places and as the moon phase was nearly complete the gathering was coming to an end and the land being prepared to be turned back to nature.
We slid and slipped down the rocky slop into the valley and could see the Sea of Galilee shimmering, 15 kilometres away in the distance. A fire was burning and around it people were singing and dancing and playing musical instruments, when they saw us arrive they changed lyrics and sang “welcome home" to us.
I stayed for a day and two nights, I could have stayed as long as I liked. There was a stream in the valley, with water in it, which apparently is quite a rarity for Israel. There was a main fire and then a kitchen fire. People had spread themselves out throughout the valley and would come together to eat and pass the evening singing and dancing. Food was supplied and prepared by whoever felt the volition and food circle would be called out and then reverberated around the
valley by its inhabitants. People gathered in a circle and before food was served we held hands and sang an easy to remember song which I’ve forgotten, declaring the health of every little cell in our bodies. On the second night there was a vision circle, where once again around the fire, each person would expound a vision held for the future, everybody else listened attentively.
The overwhelming feeling was of peace, love, inclusion and a sincere desire to live differently. To live in a way which does not damage nature, where humans and animals are not subjugated by a hierarchical system of power.