Mysteryland Electronic Music Festival, Chile. December 2014
Unforgettable, Action-Packed, Raw.
Experienced and written by Libby Griffin
Relatively normal world-weary adults arrive at this massive playground, relatively clean and calm. And after
three days of play they reluctantly pack up their tents and leave, transformed back into dirty, inspired and
fearless little children. Come to this festival with an open heart and I promise you will find yourself transported
back to the enchantment of childhood, often losingand finding yourself, running around in joyous ecstasy,
shrieking at the magic and the mystery of the landaround you.
“FRIENDSHIP, many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends leave footprints in
your heart…Friends… you and me….You brought another friend…and then there were three… we started our group…
our circle of friends… and like that circle, there is no beginning or end, yesterday is history, today
is a gift…tomorrow is a mystery”
When you read these famous last words, they seem a little poetic but nothing mind blowing. When you hear
them slowly unravelled over the speakers at the end of the mesmerising finale show, impressed under a
colourful web of fireworks, lights, effects and surprising delights, united in a sea of love; thousands of
strangers dancing, hugging and embracing each other, these words will melt you right down to a pile of
gooey love. For in these final epic moments of the show,you no longer seem an individual; all those strangers are
now your brothers and sisters, and you feel at one with eternity, the universe, with all-that-is, because you
have remembered that nothing is more powerful, nor more important, than love.
Mysteryland is the world’s longest running electronic music festival, but I only discovered it recently on an
In the Mixarticle about festivals with epic locations. For just a few days, you escape the city and go sleep amongst
the trees and mountains. You forget your social identity, your everyday concerns, and can simply be you in
whatever form you choose. Many party goers will agree Mysteryland is more than just a few musical acts; it’s
an advocate for community, art, culture, self-expression, creativity, healing, and pure fun. It can offer transformative
experiences, but only to those who seek them, and of course everyone’s experience is unique, but mine was certainly unforgettable.
It was a journey, an adventure, a memory I will always have and treasure, and a story that I can share with others in hope of
inspiring them to take one of their own. I glimpsed something sacred that we all long for and seek, for they say that when you find yourself, you also find love, because you see, they are the same thing. This is my Mysteryland story:
Think Lord of the Flies meets Rum Diaries meets a music festival. There I was at 8am, dancing, covered in dirt,sweat and someone else’s beer, wearing my new gift; an original 1978 Argentinian football jersey, jeans and Adidas trainers, and I couldn’t understand a word people were saying, but it didn’t matter; the music had worked its way into my bloodstream and I was now at the mercy of the beat of the drums. In my heart Iwas an
innocent child again, free and fulfilled and fully in the moment. It was the morning after the first night, and when the electronic music show had finished hours earlier, thousands of us grabbed instruments, formed tribes, and paraded through the trees keeping the music alive.
Suddenly I realised all eyes were on me and soon I was encircled by drunk and over-excited Chileans who were now all laughing, cheering and yelling at my failing samba in Spanish. I thought to myself ‘good one Libby, howare you going to get yourself out of this one?’ Being one of the only blondes of the roughly 17,000 attendees does make it difficult to blend in, and it turns out if you are still able to coordinate your exhausted limbs to
actually dance at a time like this, then you will become not just a source of much amusement, but perhaps placed on the tribes pedestal, worshipped like Jack Sparrow and offered marriage proposals.
Blending in was a goal of mine, to avoid awkward conversations due to my shameful lack of the native language, but going under the radar has never been one of my fortes. I really hope I made Argentina proud wearing their national football jersey for almost the entire weekend. It seemed the Latin dance classes I took before I left Australia on my one way adventure had royally paid off. Outdancing South Americans in their own
dance styles on their territory was a moment of glory my ego had daydreamed of. However I do admit the reason all eyes were on me in the first place was because I had tripped myself up yet somehow managed to impressively catch myself just at the last second, just escaping being flattened in the dirt. Everyone saw it but weren’t sure if they should make fun of me or applaud, although I’m sure they agreed it looked ridiculous.