We walked down the white cliffs and went for the quick swim. Then as the sun set we started to make mud from the clay dust. Earlier I had told Ira that I was interested in having a short impromptu play on reality with her, involving the idea of a tribe undergoing a ritual, and she told me of her desire to include the relevance of the 'new moon' as that day fell during nights of blank skies.
Below is a documentation of what went on via a video, photos and our spirtu pront conversation.
The accompanying music is by Happy, and I urge you all to visit his fun palace.
Piece of Munxar+Another piece of Munxar= New piece of munxar
Ira and the red ship
I- And now is a time when the sun goes down and the moon will reappear. It's the moment when I can enter the sea. It shows the way to the ships.
S- I am filming this sacred ceremony. Are you getting rid of excess mud?
I- I am weaving little balls of energy
S- What is that blue thing in your hands?
I- It's the colour of the moon.
S- Is it always?
I- Always. You ask strange questions you do not know anything.
[Puts little mud ball on S's foot]
S- Thank you
I- You're welcome
S- Are you ready for the sea?
[I puts blue rock besides crab nests]
I- There are many of them, they all want it.
S- Yes. What will you do?
[mud starts to seep in the sea from the rock]
Now they can take it.
S- We're starving. Will you help feed the fishermen of Marsaskala?
I- I didn't hear your question.
S- Everyone's hungry. Will you help?
I- I don't feed. I don't know what you're talking about.
S- With your magic, to the sea.
I- It's not about food. It's about finding the path. Your questions confuse me.
S- I'm sorry
I- You don't need to eat food.
S- But my tummy's rumbling!
I- That's because you haven't found your way. I think you should cover yourself in mud and go to meet the moon.
S- Okay. Bye Ira!! Did the rock tell you anything?
I- It doesn't speak it just makes magic.
S- Wow! It's blue!