Shambhala Music Festival 2014

Shambhala 2014

What an experience.

I drove 1200 miles, with no ticket, barley any gas money, and hopes to get back into the country of Canada. (Last time, I wasn’t allowed in). It took 5 days, a few states, a broken down Thelma, sleeping in a Denny’s parking lot, and two broke hippies to finally make it to Shambhala

After multiple car searches, and bits of interrogation, we made it through the country of Canada, Thelma, Chuck and I made it to the line-up, through gravel and bumps of the back road to the farm. All I still needed was a ticket in.

The value of a Shambhala ticket costs around $350 from what I was told, and it’s a deal if you can get one for $280 in town. While Chuck and I waited in the line up to get in, I was on my way to flying the sign that read “Need Tix”. I jumped on the trunk of my car, stuck my sign in the air, and waited….. for a whole 5 seconds before someone yelled out  “How many do you need?”

The guy behind us poked his head out his car window. I stumbled upon my thoughts, in shock with how fast I was getting a reaction to my manifestation of a Shamb ticket.

“Just one” I responded, Chuck came out of the car with his go pro, still recording, and said “How much for the ticket?”, “Do you have any mushrooms?” he asked. “No, brother, we came with the hope of getting her in, because I already have a ticket”. Danny, the magical piece of the puzzle, handed over the ticket, and said

 “It’s all yours, under one condition - go enjoy” 

As I was gifted a ticket, I was so out of my body, the sign fell from my hands. 

We all did a double take, looking at the ticket, and each other, and smiled.


1200 miles, no gas, and no ticket, and I still made it.

We continued in the line-up, and after waiting awhile, we found out it was going to cost us an extra $80 for the early entry. We turned around down the gravel road we had come from hours earlier. Over anything, we were meant to be in that line up, free ticket in hand now. Now we just had to find somewhere to camp in the town of Salmo, outside of Shamb, and come back in 2 days when the entry would be free.  

We parked at a camp ground, we made some food from the dozens of canned goods we had bought at the store in Salmo. Everyone else in town had emptied the small local grocery store shelves before we got into town. We hung out in the gas station parking lot with other kids trying to get into the festival. Some of them selling clothes for money, others playing music, and bumming around trying to manifest a ticket for themselves. 

We met a local guy named Mark at this gas station, and he let us sleep in his driveway. He made sure he added the word “Orgy” in every sentence possible. He was nice enough to let me use his washer to do my laundry. His wife and 4 year old daughter, Emily, was especially nice and friendly. Their living room was filled with tanks of different fish, big and small, along with live coral. I was more than ready to get to the festival that morning.

With the Go Pro mounted to the emblem of the car, we made our way back to the line up- and finally got through into Shambhala. Doing it right- Check. 

From We got into the line up once again, and I was in shock about how this was all unfolding. My first festival, in another country (barley, but still) and it was destined to be this experience and something I would learn from. 

We parked in festival parking, in the very second to last row. We set up, and started wandering. I noticed how much dust had already gathered, but I guess that was something you just had to deal with, being dirty was going to happen. 

Before the opening ceremony started, Chuck and I were taken to the back for a personal tour of where the opening ceremony was to happen, and it happened. It happened with artists dancing a dance with heart and soul. All of a sudden, everyone was in on the dance and there were people being thrown into the air with smiles and laughter, surfing the crowd with the creative signs that float over, as if the dance floor was alive in the forest. Wait... yup. It was.


Check outs Chucks photography of Shambhala! 

I ran around the festival with my Good Sign, meeting festival folk in different areas. In their domes, under tarps, and back in the forest, people would love when I started taking photos of them with the Good Sign. 

Once the sun went down over the mountain, day quickly became night. That meant it was time to bundle up, because it's a bit chilly the farther you are out from the main spots. 

I visited the festival vendor section, and of course saw pieces that were practical, awesome and had a unique look. 

The ending of Shambhala 2014 was coming to a close, and I did what I was asked to do when I was gifted that ticket. I did enjoy, I had fun, I learned more about myself. That ticket to Shambs was more then a ticket into a music festival, it was a ticket to learning more about myself, and the power of which if you ask, the universe provides. 

All though I got into Shambs with no food or money, I somehow was able to apply what I had learned into my reality. Ask, and the universe provides. The last morning, once everyone was packing up to leave, me and Chuck walked around and asking for the food that was going to go to waste, and we were given a trunk full of food from multiple people that had joined in on this community at Shambhala.