MardiGrass in Nimbin.

Ok this is quite possibly the craziest day I’ve ever had. i do my best setting the scene. Ok lets start with the who what where when why. Basically its a culmination of hippies and weed enthusiasts from all across the world. What: its a town of 357 (according to the Australian government) but that most due to the fact that hippies don’t generally work harmoniously alongside the government. Theyre just not registered but theyre there. And believe me theyre definitely there. So this town of technically 357 was filled with over 9,000 people all as a political statement to the government in favour of legalizing marijawana smoking and selling. Their big demonstration was at 4:20 pm when they paraded a giant inflatable joint and everybody lit up when the clock struck 4:20. And even as they were counting down..10..9..8 they were throwing joints into the crowd so that everybody could be a part of it, and i think at about...7...6 i got hit in the head with an already rolled joint. Shocking. Who would have thought being hit in the head with a joint could somehow be part of a ministry? This brings me to why we were there. Working along side the Byron bay DTS were helping out with one of their main events every year. They all really have a passion for Nimbin because of its proximity to Byron, as well as the fact that what nimbin really needs, especially the people gathered for the weed festival, is to experience the love of god. So ya, thats what we were there to do. Go out, meet people and show them some love. We set up a free bbq where we cooked pancakes and made chi tea, just as an easy way to show the people that were here to serve them and it often resulted in them asking the question why are we doing this? Which perfectly opened the door for us to explain to them about ywam, our school and just talk about god, however we felt led. The bbq was a god time, and raf and i became master pancake chefs but we also had some cool experiences walking around at night. For example matty and i took a stroll and we see Jordan obviously already talking to these two guys. So we go over to join them. now i only wish I had a picture, but you need to understand these guys. They were i would say, in their mid 50’s the one was named steve, the other, Woodstock. Fully decked out in hemp clothing, steve had dreads, Woodstock a ponytail. Neither wore shoes and between the two of them they were sharing 3 joints. We had a killer convo with the guys, talked for quite a while. We learned that they moved to nimbin in 1973 which is the year that all the hippies moved in. And that is when nimbin and Byron changed from farming community to a hippie one. (who i assume still farm, just a different plant if you know what i mean. ) also Jordan later told me that Woodstock believed in the spiritual, but steve wont have it. So as they were walking away, Woodstock ask if we would pray for steve, which i thought was real rad. Anyway all in all, it was a crazy, interesting, exciting day. Thats all for now

Peace out.