by Geoffrey Grinder, Now The End Begins:
Get Lost Miami is clearly not for the faint of heart. As dawn begins to rise, all but the hardiest partiers from Miami Music Week are tucked into bed, but at Lemon City Studios, an industrial complex in Little Haiti, freaks of all varieties are descending. The vibe is spooky, seductive, and seedy in equal measure.
Attracting the bohemian set of Burning Man alongside hardcore techno fans, Damian Lazarus’s Get Lost Miami has become one of the most psychedelic all-nighters in the US
I have said it many times before, but it bears repeating. The dystopian end times world envisioned by gospel tract cartoonist Jack Chick that he didn’t live long enough to see fully realized is now right before our very eyes. Massive throngs of people, on a global scale, given over to every type of lasciviousness and set to a house music beat, in glorious technicolor and Illuminati triangles drinking and dancing the night away. If you thought Burning Man was bad, this takes it up a few notches.
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.” 2 Timothy 2:1-5 (KJV)
Even the name of the event, ‘Get Lost Miami‘ is testament to a pagan culture that will not have God to reign over them. They are not simply lost, they are lost and proud to be lost, they revel in their lost status. Like Burning Man and the other pagan festivals, Get Lost Miami is bathed in rainbow lightscapes as a nod to the LGBTQP agenda, and filled with the triangles so favored by the Illuminati and Freemasonry. On a side note, you will see the exact same imagery on full display at most Hillsong church services. You do the math on that one.
Make no mistake about it, these are religious gatherings and people are absolutely engaging in worship. But instead of worshipping the God of all creation, the are worshipping the god of this world. And as we get closer to the time of the Pretribulation Rapture leading to the start of the time of Jacob’s trouble with the rise of Antichrist, you will see more and more of these festivals. Time is short people, very short.
‘It’s 2001 meets Alice in Wonderland’: Get Lost, the 24-hour Miami rave
FROM THE GUARDIAN UK: Get Lost is clearly not for the faint of heart. As dawn begins to rise, all but the hardiest partiers from Miami Music Week are tucked into bed, but at Lemon City Studios, an industrial complex in Little Haiti, freaks of all varieties are descending. Bedazzled wanderers from the Burning Man desert-fabulous set, techno fans in Vantablack, insomniac exiles from Ultra, and the particular cavalcade of ne’er-do-wells that inhabit Miami-Dade’s darkest hours: all emerge through Get Lost’s softly lit, jasmine scented courtyard. They pass up rickety stairs and through a thick curtain to find a red-hued, fog-drenched warehouse space where Wizardry – Lazarus’s collaborative project with fellow psychonauts DJ Three and DJ Tennis – commence proceedings with a kaleidoscope of trippy, grooving tracks. The vibe is spooky, seductive, and seedy in equal measure.
As the morning unfolds, all four of Get Lost’s stages and immersive environments open up one by one, each themed after a lost civilization: Mu, Theia, The Garden of Eden, and Lemuria.
“IT’S ALL ABOUT MOVING FROM ONE PORTAL TO ANOTHER, LOSING YOURSELF IN AREAS, SPACES TO EXPLORE THAT WE NEVER SPELL OUT FOR PEOPLE,” EXPLAINS LAZARUS. “IT’S LIKE AN ADULT PLAYGROUND, SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN ALICE IN WONDERLAND AND 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY. I WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT WHENEVER PEOPLE TAKE A STEP IN ANY DIRECTION, THEY’LL HAVE A DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE.”
The day progresses, and the Sunshine State heat and humidity begins beating down, sweating out the last drops of inhibition as the party moves into marathon mode. The brave who persist are treated to a selection of tech-house legends such as Danny Tenaglia and Doc Martin, international party pros such as Butch, Soul Clap, and Jonas Rathsman, and Burner favourites such as Atish, Desert Hearts, and Bedouin.
“There are three types of people at Get Lost,” explains Lazarus. “Hardcore, hardcore ravers who love this party and come for 24 hours. Then you’ve got your people who are coming in straight from another party: they’ll go until they can’t stand up any more. The third crew are a little bit more sensible: they tend to rock up around 2pm and stay until the end. But not many people come only in the usual clubbing hours.”
By nightfall, the whole complex is heaving. Fresher faced partiers stream through the nooks and dancefloors, keeping the energy up as they mingle with the glassy-eyed survivalists. Groups linger around a wall of levitating water that seems to drip upwards; gold-painted goddesses slink around. Electro heavy hitters Tiga, Claude VonStroke and Felix da Housecat take the stage; Maceo Plex and Jamie Jones appear for surprise sets in the wee hours; even Diplo turns up to perform a deeper selection devoid of any trace of his poppier exploits. READ MORE