The Bloom Music Festival
My First Music Festival involving mushrooms, spirituality, my first time doing MDMA and a bath with a shaman. A review/journal about my experience at the Bloom music festival, see if it's for you.
Intro
Recently I went to my first music festival!
I was planning on going with some of my friends but they cancelled on me so I ended up going alone.
I’m going to explain and review my experience at this music festival but let me state that I didn’t stay the whole four days so my review won’t be complete, at least I will express the experience especially from such unique eyes, a festival virgin.
I had some money and I wanted to go to a festival and after googling festivals near me, google created a list and Bloom has somewhere in the middle and I decided to go to this one based on location and time.
What is Bloom?
I should explain what kind of music festival Bloom is, a 4 day long camping trip in the middle of Blackstock, Ontario from August 15-19. The website describes the festival as “a beautifully crafted musical journey, featuring renowned live music acts and a diverse range of genres including house, techno, downtempo, world, bass, and even a touch of psychedelic trance.”
The event list seems packed with DJs I have never heard of before but that’s because this really isn’t my type of music, but from what I can tell all the acts are from Canada and haven’t branched out that far yet. I suspect they will soon though because from my memory they are all talented beyond belief or that judgement come from either a drug riddled memory or a lack of taste. There are two stages
Before buying the ticket I went to the About Page so I could grab a better understanding of the vibe of the festival and what I could expect but I seemed to have missed the part where they mention the $5 shower passes. There is food that you can buy from the festival but even they suggest that you bring your own food, I happen to agree, it’s expensive at this festival. The food that they had happen to range from Mediterranean food to organic chocolate, the range might be high but the choices are actually kind of small, of course you can buy food from outside the festival if you have a busy bee parking pass that allows you to go back and forth from the festival or I guess you can try Ubering food if you happen to get bars.
I should explain parking passes, the space is limited so the festival has parking passes that designate where you can park your vehicles and what you can do with it. It is separated into three different types of parking passes:
🌸 BLOOMER (Parked for full weekend - no ins and outs) ::: $20 + HST & fees
🐝 BEES (Ins & outs during gate hours only) ::: $25 + HST & fees
🚐 RV ::: $50 + HST & fees (Limited)
They can all be bought when you buy your tickets, but if you don’t have an RV I suggest the BEES parking pass in case you want to leave early, but I don’t expect from anybody, I only left early due to unique circumstances.
The most important thing you have to know about Bloom, however; the thing that comes first is the culture of the event, because if you don’t vibe with the people or the culture of bloom then I assure that no matter how much you like the music you won’t enjoy the festival. Bloom has a pretty good description of what they are about on their Our Core Bloom Roots Page and the Community Guidelines Page, but to summarize the people who come and participate in Bloom are all really supportive and friendly. They’re all super welcome and are willing to share basically all their belongings.
The people of Bloom are honestly all amazing unshaven hippies and I mean that as a compliment, they are definitely the most left leaning I’ve ever hanged around, one of the participants described Bloom as people who lean heavily towards Anarchy, but the cool kind with community tribes instead of crazy libertarians preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I should note that they are more left than I am, I’m a destiny fan, the streamer, so I definitely felt out of place. In the Core Bloom Roots Page, the first root mentions radical equity and inclusion and further expands on it,
“Bloom is a femme-powered intentional community dedicated to creating a festival that celebrates and uplifts BIPOC and LGBTQQIP2SAA** voices. We are committed to providing opportunities for local talent to shine and share their artistry.
Guided by an anti-oppressive framework, we aim for radical equity and inclusion. Bloom values building meaningful and reciprocal relationships with marginalized and underrepresented communities in the music industry, recognizing this as essential to the heart of our event.”
I’m not such a leftist to be able to understand this sentence without having to actually sit down and try to understand what the hell those collections of words means, I almost brought out a translator.
And as a black man I do find BIPOC a little cringe.
I’m now going to explain what exactly my experience at Bloom separated by days before ending it in a conclusion wrapping up my feelings on the Bloom Music Festival.
Thursday
I was emailed the exact location of the festival prior to the opening day along with a suggested package list, a schedule and a map of the festival. The most important to me was the suggest package list, I was still using it hours before I got to the festival.
The festival only had the parking lot open from 4-11 on Thursday to welcome campers so I was rushing until the final moment gathering everything and getting ready, the suggest packing list had several sections but the only thing I read and used were:
Must Haves:
A quality tent or camper that can withstand elements such as heat, wind, and rain
A high-quality flashlight/headlamp for navigating at night
Garbage and recycling bags for maintaining cleanliness and tidiness (please sort your waste and take it with you)
Cash for enjoying food from vendors if you want a break from cooking at your camp!
Camping Gear:
Wagon - bring your gear to your campsite
Tent
Ground tarp/rain tarp
Sleeping mat, bedding/sleeping bag, and pillow
Rope, zip ties
String lights - to decorate your camp
Batteries
Headlamp
Extra flashlights
Pocket ashtray
Clothing
Warm clothing for the evenings - sweater, pants
Rain gear - rain jacket, umbrella, rubber boots
Long sleeves
Shorts
Socks and underwear
Comfy clothes to sleep in
Shoes, sandals, boots
Sun protection
Hat
Sunglasses
Swimwear
Bandana/mask to protect from dust
Your dancing fits!
Of course I tried to complete this list from things that I could find around the house, a tent from when I was in air cadets that could only fit three people if they’re packed like sardines, a half broken sports bag instead of a wagon, a small water filter jug, no pocket ashtray since I don’t smoke like that, my basic street clothes, no ropes, no flashlight but I recently bought headlamp and some triple A batteries. I bought some lights and a ground tarp from a nearby camping store, I didn’t buy a rain tarp because my tent came with a small rain tarp that can be installed on the tent itself, however; I will tell you right now that my wallet should have felt lighter leaving that store.
I quickly threw all of my things into the car, got the map ready and headed to Tim Hortons for food, got some gas and finally started driving towards the festival.
A three hour long drive into the depths of Ontario no one really ever goes too, I’ve never even heard of Blackstock, local Toronto residents haven’t even heard of Blackstock, when searching up Blackstock on google maps the first picture that shows up is a mushroom growing under the shade of an evergreen, so I’m not lying when I say that no one really goes here.
After almost missing the entrance, driving back to the entrance, showing my ticket to the guard, driving down the hill, showing my parking pass and guided to my parking spot, I finally reached the forest the festival was located in.
Just based on some simple observations I noticed that every other 10th white girl had dreads, and as a black man let me say that I could hear Dr. Umar yelling at me in my ear.
I quickly referenced the map, grabbed my things and headed to the designated area where I could set up my tent and things, there were several areas but considering that I didn’t bring a wagon, it was a surprisingly hard workout. I found the first designated area and immediately dropped my stuff in the first free space, sadly or happily I set up tent in the family area and yet here I am alone because my friends cancelled on me.
I set up my tent in the corner hidden behind a massive white tent bearing Palestine flags which reminded me of home, my homophobic traditionally Islamic home. I was worried that maybe the people in the white tent came here on a whim like me but unlike me they couldn’t really vibe with the culture, luckily there were some of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.
They treated me like family.
It was a mother, her friends and her eight year old son, which I know kids are allowed to be in the festival but considering that all the adults are psychonauts it doesn’t seem like the best idea, I even asked the mother if it was ok to use the drugs I brought, 7gs of Penis Envy magic mushrooms from Fun Guyz, and she gave the go ahead as long as I don’t tell the kid what was happening (Not sure if that’s the best move but ok).
Thursday was just a set up day so other than exploring the forest there was nothing I could do except reread Vagabond chapters and once you look at the map you’ll understand why the exploration wasn’t that long, not sure if I can put a picture of the map out, however; just because it might give out clues on where the festival is located.
It reached midnight and I was lost in the forest asking people where I was and how I could get back to my tent and I happened across a bonfire, the festival was setting one up every night but I was suspecting none for tonight since today was only set up.
I met an engineering professor, A light and visual engineer, a firekeeper, DJs and many more type of people, I was pretty grateful for the bonfire.
Oh if you are wondering about the firekeeper, it’s someone whose job is to simply build and maintain fires honestly pretty neat since it seems that he just travels around, and smokes spliffs out of an apple.
After hours of conversating and music the firekeeper put out the fire and we all decided to head to sleep ready for tomorrow, luckily for me the fireplace happened to be a mere 20 feet away from my tent.
I said goodnight to the family in front of me, entered my sleeping bag of ten years and headed off to bed, camping for the first time in 8 years.
My first day at the festival I simply got my bearings straight and I did feel kind of awkward since it wasn’t exactly my crowd nor my vibe, everybody was unshaven but I manscaped the day before.
Friday
Now then the day in which I truly underwent the festival experience I woke up at around 4 am ready to start my day but sadly the music didn’t begin until 3 pm so it was back to wandering, talking and exploring all over again.
I quickly took a shower, there were set up behind the parking lot and it wasn’t a parking lot but four spaces covered by tarps on all four sides with hoses hovering above and activated by levers made from spare branches. Taking a cold shower out in nature is honestly one of the most refreshing things you could do, I highly recommend.
The cold water falling on you with the wind grazing your skin tickling all your senses.
Highly recommend.
There were workshops set up so we could pass the time but the only one I was interested in was Yoga so I just had to wait in my tent reading Vagabond, and planning out when and how to take my magic mushrooms. Basically a normal day since that was all I was doing for the prior two weeks.
I was also annoyed by the workshop.
It soon turned to 9 and I suddenly remembered that I need to interact with people otherwise what would be the point?
In summary I bonded with the family who were set up across from me, did some yoga with a few girls in the morning, rested by the pond, saw someone skinny dipped in the pond, got a massage and bumbled around like a socially awkward tumbleweed.
I told everyone that it was my first music festival because honestly by this point in my life I don’t think there were anything I could say that were common points of conversation.
And as expected they were caring and explained their own experiences at festivals and how Bloom differs from the others. It was smaller, more close knit, more respectful and more respectful in general, they showed a fear of Bloom becoming so big that the crowd it will attract will be disrespectful towards the land. I made a suggestion that they made the community guidelines the first thing on the website because considering I come from an engineering background and they would mostly vote for Trump if we were American I believe I have a generally good grasp of the type of people they don’t want to come.
Most people are accepting and knows of the LGBTQ+ but I’m not even sure what the rest of the letters mean in LGBTQQIP2SAA** (why are there two Qs?) much less the mainstream bubble would.
I know I’m speed running my early experiences at the festival but I really want to get the good(bad) part of the day, and I basically just explored the stages and did some practice sketches you can check out on my Insta.
Sooner and later I did get bored and decided to hang around the firepit at midday after eyeballing and taking a random amount of my mushrooms, sadly the mushrooms weren’t taking effect fast enough for me so I took a puff from a spliff, a combo of weed and tobacco, a really bad decision.
I’m going to now explain the most impactful part of my festival experience, my sixth drug trip and my very first bad trip.
When it comes to mushrooms I find the taste awful so the only way to down any amount is usually by mixing it by something that taste delicious or at least something that doesn’t dry my mouth immediately. Luckily I brought chocolate pudding so I dipped a random amount of mushrooms in the chocolate pudding and took my first step to the shadows.
It took much longer this time so I was waiting in disappointment because all the times I took mushrooms I had the time of my life, it was purely euphoria and even after my trips were over my general state was positive. my last one reinforced my positive thoughts and the feeling of the world going in the right direction for me. It could be that my level of expectations for my next one was so high that the natural recourse was to crash and burn. The poof from the spliff kicked in first and I was a little on edge since I didn’t know what to expect from and only typing this out now I’m realizing where my mistakes were, when it comes to mushrooms my set and setting were horrible and before they never were, I was always comfortable.
I was anxious due to being in a new environment, was unable to connect to anybody, camping for the first time in awhile yet expecting the moon.
I was destined to have a bad trip.
My thoughts were louder than normal, a headache was starting, honestly nothing new yet, yet I was searching for some level of enjoyment this time around especially in comparison to the people around me who were all apparently on LSD yet were seemingly fine.
I grew angry at myself for not being able to stop the thoughts and enjoy the sensations that body should be and were feeling only paired with those sensations would my thoughts turn into something I would find more meaningful.
Someone suggested that I head to Sanctuary, a tent set by the crew’s camping ground that was set up specifically for people going through bad trips yet my pride was too high I ignored the advice.
A combination of pride and morbid curiosity is both my greatest strength and weakness.
I wanted to either divert my mind of all these rising dark thoughts or confront them directly and overcome them to finally understand what enlightenment means or at least understanding what people mean by being “spiritual”. I finally had a bad trip and deep inside of me there was a side of me that wished to be tested, to prove myself and show my mettle, even if there was no witness, the greatest audience would be there, I would be there.
Slowly nightfall kept coming I tried to party with everyone at each of the stages but in the end the thoughts kept coming, never stopping like an endless river. I headed to the bathroom, one of the many porta potties and I remembered my friend telling me that you shouldn’t look in the mirror while high on mushroom, but I never had a problem with it before and even if it did cause problems at least I’ll experience something new, I’ll have a new story to tell.
I saw that my face was distorted and misshapen but in the end other than that no great awakening or nightmare was found, just a simple distortion like you would find in photoshop. Apparently after doing some quick research, aka a quick google search and skimming the first article as recklessly as possible, 89/486 people experience a unique perception and train of thought between their real self vs their unreal self. It was an article from a website called Psypost, I suggest you read it yourself, back to the mushroom experience going back to the party and noticing how everyone was just dancing and being in the moment, the dark thoughts were revving up but never surpassing a whisper yet.
I wanted to be like that, I remember being like that the last time I ate these disgusting things, it was worsen because I came upon one of the vendors, an artist with no socials I can find, he wasn’t even in the vendor list.
His art was made by wild strokes inspired by the writhing bodies on the dance floor, he barely looked at the piece of art he was making, if asked he would tell you he had no plan on what the art piece would look like at the end, his hand was guided by something other than himself yet I can’t imagine someone other than him creating those paintings, god I was jealous.
I want to create art and it’s so bad that I purchased two art courses from Colosso and I practice everyday, my practice might not be the longest or the best but all my practice are in one file consisting of 2000+ layers that accumulated and in the end I’m proud of my work but I’m nowhere near my “teacher’s” level, god I was jealous.
And just like this post the thoughts were sending me in different directions, I kept walking back and forth between the stages and after confirming that the music that was currently playing wasn’t my thing I decided to walk to my tent and grab my headphones and listen to something else but the walk there it was the longest walk in existence. The shadows were creeping in and all I could was move forward, the isolation was something akin to a heroic dose but those dose wasn’t even close, I always wanted to do a heroic dose not only because I wanted to challenge myself but also because I realized what kind of hedonist I am recently and how I’ll basically chase after any pleasure, except sugar I want a smaller waist lol. I was secretly hoping that the darkness would force me to challenge my internal flaws but to me it seems that the thoughts were still behind a thin veil, made of what I couldn’t tell you.
They were swirling and noticing the faraway lights and sounds of the stage were only exuberating the thoughts.
Why am I here?
Why did I decide to come to this festival?
God why can’t I be like everybody else?
How are they like that?
Why can’t I be like the wind?
I hate myself?
Why can’t I stop thinking?
How long will it take to get back to the tent?
Am I trapped here?
Why is the tent so far away?
Will I even understand or ever understand what being enlightened mean?
Why aren’t the people here searching for me?
Am I not valued here?
Why am I not valued here?
Did I ever connect with anyone here?
How do I do that?
Have I ever done that?
Will I ever do that?
I hate myself?
Why can’t I stop thinking?
How can I stop thinking?
Can I get my brain to stop working?
How do I stop my brain to stop functioning?
Would force do so?
Can I stop it physically?
Should I?
Can I?
Will I?
Put a bullet right there?
Right up to my temple?
That would stop it surely?
Surely?
Should I?
Can I?
Will I?
I won’t.
I shouldn’t.
The world would be missing out.
I’m too good to kill myself.
Someone out there would enjoy it so I won’t.
Someone out there wouldn’t enjoy it so I won’t.
I wouldn’t enjoy that.
I’m not that kind of loser.
I’ll win.
I’ll win.
I’ll win.
At least my pride saved me.
Do I enjoy being in the self-induced mental sludge?
I could have done some drawing?
Actually practice my art for once.
I don’t even have a self sufficient upload schedule.
I could actually do something of value.
Why do I procrastinate?
Does everybody here feel like they procrastinate?
God, I should do some work.
I hate myself.
Remember when I said a combination of pride and morbid curiosity is both my greatest strength and weakness. I have such a big ego and a stronger than expected sense of self to not kill myself.
That’s good at least, nice to know I’m about it lol.
And here’s something you should know, the last thought you have while high on shrooms are the loudest mood setter and you should know exactly what that thought was. I finally got back to my tent, but by that time I simply didn’t care and headed back to the main stage, luckily the walk back was way faster.
I noticed both joy and anger were present in my heart, anger at myself for being here, massive headache and not during work, but also relief for getting out of those endless swirl of thoughts. The gap between my feelings when I was high vs the feelings when I came out of that sludge got me to think that I might get addicted because the feelings when I got out it was so much more pleasant.
I finally got back to the main stage and danced a little, but I was more open to everybody dancing and talking to people, I met a guy and I talked about my experience in very vague terms and he said that he had a sudden urge to give me some MDMA especially since I never experienced it. He said he wasn’t a drug dealer but he did ask me for $10 for a pill and I agreed, he did warn me about it “destroys the brain a little bit”, whatever that means and how it is recommended to take supplements later which he did promise to give me later.
By the way don’t take pills or dugs from random people kids.
I was able to down the pill without, promised to pay the guy later and headed back to my tent for safety, I heard MDMA makes you more affectionate and I’m a very touchy person while I’m affectionate so to protect people and not get in any trouble I went back to my tent and headed into Saturday with a new experience.
Saturday
I entered my tent resting inside of my old sleeping bag and started to read Vagabond, my favourite manga ever btw, waiting for the MDMA to take effect, however; the anger from earlier about not being productive and then I passed out.
That’s right I passed out.
On MDMA somehow.
It wasn’t due to an averse reaction from the MDMA I was simply tired that’s all.
Apparently that shouldn’t be possible, according to this article it’s really difficult to sleep on MDMA but I wasn’t that surprised because I also slept on shrooms as well, but at least on shrooms I woke up high but on MDMA my anger was gone but I definitely wasn’t high. I decided to at least dance and enjoy the rest of the night and to get in the mood I took off my shirt, wrapped my headlight around my neck and shook my ass. A Russian woman started to talk to me and said I should turn my light off to save power and she basically invited me over to her tent for “batteries'“ but I wanted to dance for the moment so I said maybe later. When I checked on the Russian woman later she seemed to be much more stand offish than before so I went back to dancing until 6 am and decided to head back to sleep, all in all it was a good day and honestly I don’t regret it, I learned more about myself.
Sadly I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the tent and realized that a storm actually came I was hoping that the weather report would be wrong and I heard the family across from me that they would be leaving the festival early thus I had to wait for the rain to pass but until then I read Vagabond and/or listen to Andre3K, but as soon as the rain passed I headed to the pond to at least reflect on my experience from last night to understand something or at least clear my mind listening to Andre3K playing the flute.
Once I got to the pond I wasn’t alone for long, a woman came by and asked what my name was and what I wish for, apparently she was a shaman.
????
Well I went along with it and told her I wanted to be enlightened, to be zen, to be like the wind.
She told me that I would accomplish it especially since I even bother wanting it, I told her where the desire came from, I told her about my bad drug trip and she was telling me about how more than half of her drug trips are bad experiences, why would anybody even take drugs at all, I even wanted to stop doing drugs for totality or at least for a while, I couldn’t even imagine keep doing so if 50% of my experiences were negative.
The shaman wanted to take a bath in the pond for cold exposure and convinced me to take one as well, I decided to also dive in and I really underestimated how cold the pond really was. The shaman and I were both in our underwear and she told me to try and stay in underwater for at least a minute and honestly the biting cold was rough to go through and I was surprised that the shaman was able to stay for so long, she was able to stay in the water for 15 minutes. The amount of experience she has even let’s her guess the temperature of the water supposedly, so we left the pond and decided to go our separate ways and she told me I’ll get where I want to eventually.
I saw the shaman some love towards the pond and appreciation and wondered if I ever showed love towards the things around me because those things at least let me experience something instead of nothing.
I wake up seeing, touching, smelling, hearing, tasting, experiencing and living, maybe I should at least thank the world in my head.
No matter what I do or what I experience the world is still there, no matter what.
I walked back with my clothes in my arms, walking in my soaked underwear clinging to my body, considering the type of environment and the type of people who were around I decided it would be fine and it was.
I was able to meet and talk to people quite normally, I even thought that I would be able to walk around naked, I almost did it lol. My underwear basically dried by the time I walked back to my tent so I went to put on my clothes and decided to relax for a while by sketching in my notebook for a little while for some practice. I basically chilled for most of Saturday spending my time hoping that more rain doesn’t come pouring down.
I walked back and forth between the stages, the workshops, rested in a random hammock and grabbed some food from the vendors. The best workshop was something I just stumbled upon, it was slacklining, if you don’t know what slacklining is I suggest you read this article, it was only training but it seems I picked up on it rather quickly.
The rain came quickly and I had to walk under one of the random rain tarps that were placed on the festival, I had a good conversation with the person besides me, one of the only other black person at the festival. I just had to watch exactly what I wanted to say, I’m pretty edgy one would say and I’m not sure if some of my jokes would land it always take a while to figure out what kind of jokes would land or not land, so I wanted to be careful.
During the interview style conversation, it was my fault, finding points of connections to talk about was really difficult for me that weekend but it seems that the woman I was talking to seemed to enjoy it especially after one of DJs joined in. The DJ talked about their views on tobacco, how sacred it was how capitalism ruined it and how the spiritual significance was gone from the item, I could only think about how significance of items is placed there by people so everybody have their own points of significance and no one can decide that for another. I get it emotionally because I do that all the time so I can relate, but listening to talk was great for me because not only was the DJ beautiful and her perspective was interesting. I couldn’t relate but hey it was nice so sooner than later I decided to leave to at least check my tent, it was closed and I have my rain tarp installed, but it was a small tent and a small rain tarp.
My tent was somehow flooded near the entrance, where my sleeping bag was. I had to put everything back in the bags and take them to my car and sleep in my car that night, my car stunk unbelievably afterwards. After putting my things in my car, I went back and forth between being in my car, the vendors and practicing some fire tossing without the fire, once nightfall came then the fun truly began.
They had a fire dance of beautiful women spinning their fire sticks and fires fans around, before the DJs once again began. I chilled at sanctuary for the first time and those people were really helpful but they had the same tone everybody else did, my perception could have been altered by the shrooms from the previous night.
The sanctuary was a nice small tent with a book explaining all of the types of drugs they imagined would be there, some snacks and a nice vibe. There were some people assigned to the sanctuary to watch over the people going through a “journey”, I don’t know why but I was never able to connect to therapist like people. I’m grateful towards them though, the mere fact that they acknowledge my ability to come out of that trip fine, I explained to them what I was feeling but considering I wasn’t high at the moment nothing was really hitting so after stealing some snacks I walked and talked with people some more.
I stumbled around and met the guy who gave me the MDMA earlier and he asked how my trip was, he was surprised about me sleeping through the MDMA and we decide to tell stories about our dug trips considering that was my first bad one.
He told me that he was at the biggest music festival in Alberta with some friends and there was a tray of snacks with fortunes underneath all of them and one with some type of MDMA in it.
The joke was that all of them had MDMA so he was stuck in his tent thinking about his fortune “Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose” it led him to think about how awful his life was at this point and how he wanted to call his father and tell him that he would never do drugs again but once he was coming down he re-read his fortune and notice what it actually said was “Sometimes you win and sometimes you learn” and from there he took it that lesson to heart.
I was really happy for him.
We went back to dancing and enjoying the night, the shared trauma was one of the only time that I felt that I truly connected with someone at this festival, everybody was really nice but there was such a difference of experience that it was hard to connect at times but it seems that after we heard each other’s stories we knew the other’s problems.
We shared a similar problem of not feeling valued, the difference is that I respond some level of spite and anger, he stews in it.
And it finally transitioned to Sunday.
Sunday
On Sunday I danced to the limit and when the DJs stopped and headed to sleep in my car which I haven’t done so in many years.
Waking up I was sore due to my position, the car stunk and the sky was grey again so I took some time and headed home without getting anyone’s contacts.
I came alone and left alone.
Early.
Conclusion
So after I left early what did I truly think about the Bloom Music Festival?
A camping trip with electronic music from no one I knew or listened to or follow?
I give it a 6.5/10 experience, it was a fascinating experience, they have several systems placed so harm is reduced to a minimum, security guards placed around, a medic tent, several volunteers who are always around and an actual safe space for anybody who needs one.
I mentioned that I was bored by the workshops they had in the morning and didn’t attend any of them but that is because they seem unappealing to me which is weird because 4 of them were Yoga and I do yoga at home. I was willing to go to the workshop but viewing them from the side I didn’t practically want to go, it could be because I view Yoga more of a relaxing thing but it didn’t stir excitement in me.
The seems to be a big focus on spirituality that comes off as forced to me but I do believe that the people there believe in, but the festival seems to connect and gather to those type of people and if that’s your crowd I suggest you visit Bloom and really become part of the community. They even have a rideshare list of people who regularly come even though it is a fairly young festival consisting of 3-4 years.
I had fun, and I learned somethings about myself but it wasn’t my crowd so there was difficulty there, if I went with some friends for my first time the experience surely would have went up to at least a 7/10.
Thanks for reading this massive blog, it’s my first time doing this and considering how long I’ve procrastinated on this there are probably some details that are wrong or misplaced, but I believed that the feeling was transmitted and you understood exactly how I felt about my first music festival.
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I hope you guys have a good time of your day and look forward to my next post.