Our Faith

The hustle and bustle of our daily lives varies among the crowd. 

We could be back home, living our o r d i n a r y lives with responsibilities overtaking and ruining our day. But we are here, without a care in the world. 

Without a single 

                                               worry 

 in sight.

On our day of rest we choose to be at this place we deem ~*magical*~. 

The City of Magnificent Intentions believes that “at the very least, [our day of rest] should be intentional.”

Intentional. That’s exactly what it was.

We are here to give ourselves completely to the music. 

We see this as our holy land.

This music is a movement. It is the Mumbo Jumbo Jes Grew of the 21^st century.

Many people outside this spectrum look elsewhere for spiritual guidance. Maybe a Bible. Maybe a temple. Maybe even yoga.

But despite all of the differences that envelop the people around me to make us unique, we are noticeably strung together by the spiritual sound of the music.

I’ve never been one to express my religious beliefs. I’ve also never been the type to accept when a person shoves their beliefs in my face.

But why does anyone really need to know what your preference is, if it may cause an issue?

Isn’t your faith supposed to make you feel good without anyone else’s outside opinions trying to stumble into your parade?

Music. 

That was what set the thousands of this crowd a-p-a-r-t 

                                                                                               from the rest of the world.

Music.

My faith lies within the hands of it.

Music.

The only spirit to make me feel like there is hope in this sickening world we live in.

And this is why I am here.

It’s all about the music.