We were driven to a ranch in the Sierra Mountains where a party was being held. We had no idea where we were. It was midnight when we were told to go with camera, actors and costumes. We crossed many riverbeds and streams. It was lucky that we had a 4x4 truck to carry us.
We approached a circle of parked cars and a lone couple dressed as clowns ushered us in. They checked to make sure we were on the list. It was like being let into heaven, but it really was more like … well, what is hell supposed to look like? It can't be all fire, people burning and not turning into charcoal? We met a few people dancing and performing like in a circus. Except for lasers crisscrossing the area, there were no lights. It was pitch-black and I was afraid of falling down with my camera and smashing all my gear.
People weren't totally naked and there were hundreds of acts: fire eaters and fire dancers of every description. There were light shows and people dancing all the time. I kept filming without knowing where it was all leading to. I was getting tired but felt strangely that I must record all these happenings. Our actors finally began to perform some acts and dances and people volunteered to be the background to our movie, but there was no script. It was very felliniesque and that's when I realized that this was perfect for my felliniesque movie.
I don't know what the people did that night, whether they had sex, did drugs or slept at all. I didn't see anything except for the dancing and just kept filming -- until it was dawn. And there it was, the dawn was breaking. I asked my lead actress playing the Red Queen to approach the light and indicate that it was getting light.
To my amazement, the Red Queen said, 'It's a strange sign!' She saw a star. It was in fact Venus on the horizon, the last star of the night that remains until dawn. She recognized it at once and said, 'Oh, it's the Morning Star!' And here, literally a miracle happened. She spoke in tongues and said in the Ancient Aramaic, 'It's the star that the Father gave to Jesus, Eashoa Msheekha; it's the Morning Star!' She spoke the name in Ancient Aramaic.
Nobody else saw it. I turned the camera and photographed it. It was incredibly beautiful. It was like all the night's outrageous dancing and performances suddenly were forgotten, as the light shined on the group of people huddled around a fire to warm themselves.
It was a life-saving experience; you must see this movie.
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