MOTIVATION

My  story – your story

 

I started self-organised work and life very early. When I was a teenager, I was involved in beautiful autonomous structures, social work and a left-wing lifestyle. I had learned in a creative way to organise events, hold groups and to express myself. In the past 12 years that I have been living in Berlin, I have organised several happenings like exhibitions, queer parties, concerts, feminist festivals, bar nights and a techno party, in addition to my work as a communication designer and bartender in the berlin nightlife. Now I combine my work as Designer and Facilitator and work as a freelancer in both fields.

When i was 27, i was introduced to the electronic music club culture of berlin. Since that day, I spent nearly every sunday at the „church“, as some people call berghain. I could finally find myself in music, i felt how the quality of the sound, the level of talent of the djs, the melodies, the hightstreble, the bass and the rhythms made me breathe and dance like I never had done before. I found out what „raving“ means and seriously I lost it sometimes. For a longer period of time, it became kind of a ritual to me to go to the clubs for my raving meditations, freaking out in the front row, facing the dj, breathing and dancing and letting go.

Sometimes, I made it so long that I could not speak anymore and my feet or mind could barely bring me home. I had learned to“push“ myself to be awake, open and energetic. There was no way I could have a restorative sleep afterwards. For exploration, I stretched my abilities past my limits, to be able to move myself from the inside and outside. I saw strangers becoming nice company in seconds. I adapted to the beauty and to the ugly, and i did things without beeing mindfull and conscious about them. For sure, I brought home with me a totally empty purse, dirty and damaged clothes and a lack of memory. Bizarre feelings were combined with headaches, muscle pains, a sore throat, weird digestion, a cold, bad skin, sleepless nights, greediness, nervousness, a weak body, emptiness, sadness and the cravings for love and and unhealthy food that I was not even able to eat.

What I loved experiencing during that time, was the high of not beeing afraid of anything. No limitations. It was very addictive to me and I was content in paying for it, in the way I got to know so far. Beneath the high feelings, all the lows after the weekends were included. Somehow I knew all the time that I am not true to myself. The consumerism in this mix was a lifestyle that, personally me, I could not sustain for a long time.

I took the decision to quit, stop and filter out the good that I had experienced and learned during my journeys through the clubs and festivals. What I was actually looking for was love, connection, joy and purification through rave.

As there are always two sides of the same coin, I went on going to clubs, totally conscious and clear and gave my best to feel comfortable on the sweet side. I realised it was less blissful and enjoyable for me. I was in another state of presence. As I was completely sober, I could not have fun talking to high friends and strangers anymore. I like the idea of the saying, that the good spirits leave your body when you poison it, and therefore the weird ones take control. I can not find it enjoyable to be confronted with series of witnessing crossing several type of borders. Me nearly inpeeing my own pants in overcrowded club toilets, and yes, beeing in the need I tried it standing a few times…, squeezing myself in after queuing for ages. People prefering consuming instead of being nice. Some half or completely fainted, in toilets and dancefloors, dazing or drowning themselves, or obviously experiencing total horror trips while their friends do their fun. I see as well, wet, tight, sticky places are sexy, too. That is not my point and for sure you will find me in there again from time to time.

I feel sorry to watch how this part of “ celebration and club culture“ is changing characters and continues to support deconstruction of nature and people.
I had to accept the fact that I myself was part of this celebrations: forgetting about the basics of treating nature (including humans, animals, plants…) with respect, to cherish the gift of life, love, health and friendship.

I had lost many opportunities to go out and party in a, for me, pleasureable way.
I searched fruitfully for other events where I could meet people who celebrate, dance and meditate in a conscious, ecstatic and sober way. I am very grateful and appreciative for these occasions. Still, I never felt totally satisfied and at home.

As I am a facilitator myself, the idea to create oase arose from the wish to combine the sexy experiences of club culture with the spiritual and conscious world I entered and to share what touches me in the deepest possible way. As i myself exprienced my deepest and healing “trips” with cacao and or breathwork i feel obliged to share this with others.

Healing cacao, meditative breath, a clean rave to a deep sound. Professional musicians and djs, great acoustics and a soundsystem that honors the music. A safe space but a club, run for that night by a well chosen team of reliable spaceholders and decorated just by plants and candles. Enough room to enfold what needs space, in the summer editions a garden and a fire to rest in silence or to express yourself. A limited crowd that can adapt to the concept of making a conscious celebration, a dance and rave “sacred”. A main entry time to support the dynamic and the energy that can find its form during the evening and night. People who love and share the passion for a free and ecstatic celebration in a not “self-destructive” way. A night to be high on music, breath, connection, love, ecstasy, the sexyness of purity and the raving dance itself.

Oase is a source for body, mind and soul in any possible way.