Review Summary: DOSS = PINK
Four eager supplicants talk amongst each other in whispers, only interrupted by the occasional glance at the center of the temple. A sulfurous odor rises from the pool in the center of the temple and a tripod with legs made of gold and a seat made from a solid slab of marble sits in the center of the pool. On the tripod sits Pythia. She wears but a pink robe and a golden laurel crown and her feet dangle for the tripod is tall to keep her feet dry and she has breathed deep of the fumes of the gods and is ready to bestow her blessings on the devoted ones stood before her. She beckons them one by one and bestows on each one a unique blessing:
“First one, you are The Way I Feel. You embody the others, but in doing so you are to become the least of them. Step forward a disciple and leave a disciple: you are what you are.”
“Come, SoftPretty, and be more than what has been. Steal me from this tripod, away to the place where golden sands meet crashing waves and put my turbulent soul at peace.”
“Oh Here Tonight, first in the eyes of the gods and so first in my eyes, you are my apostle. You are undeniable, a joy that would be fleeting if I could not simply listen to you over and over again. Go forth and convert the world!”
“Despite your blunt appearance Extended Mix, you carry a delicate beauty that serves you well amongst your company. Let those who underestimate you come to hold you in highest esteem.”
Each supplicant takes their blessing with a religious solemnity, but once they exit the temple they let their joy overcome their hearts and they dance and dance and dance for days on days. The days become years which became millenia and on and on the supplicants of Pythia dance. And so it was that when Doss recorded
Doss it was really that she communed with those dancers to channel ancient forces hidden within the deepest recesses of the divine feminine.
