The Night I Glowed: "Embracing Authenticity at a Hidden Gem!"

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The night I Glowed:

"Embracing Authenticity at a Hidden Gem in Uptown NYC!

I’m in uptown New York, just west of the beautiful Central Park, at an underground bar, after a well-concluded meeting, celebrating at where people are dressed in ways that I've never seen gathered as a community.


It’s like they exist individually from time to time on the streets. There are always some outstanding individuals, left out by society, even though they are the only ones who have the resilience to resist and not be suppressed by the system.


Since we were five years old, it has been impressed upon our generation that we have to sit still for 8 hours, look at one teacher all day standing behind a wall, listen to whatever this same person has been told to say, ask permission for our birthright needs like thirst or urinate and try to act like good citizens till the rest of our life’s to avoid being treated the same way in prisons. 


In this place, from employees to customers, they were the ones who stand out, who stand still, who truly live.


Approaching the bar, I found myself momentarily indecisive. I asked the bartender to prepare his favorite drink for me. With a sincere yet slightly offended look, he responded, “You tell me what your favorite is,” his voice imbued with proud righteousness.


This establishment was all about self-expression without judgment—a philosophy I deeply cherish and strive to instill in for the brands that I am working with. Yet, there I was, still reacting from a place of past conditioning and people pleasing, saying, “I want what you like.”


Realizing the importance of asserting my preferences, I ordered a spicy martini. 


Some venues call for a fine glass of wine, others a distinguished scotch, but this place distinctly warranted for something spicy.


In a delightful twist, I was chosen for a performance. The goddess @Dragjester placed a rose in my mouth and, with a sexy attitude, whipped it and destroyed it in an instant. 


Oh wasn’t it an experience!


It was a profound blessing to witness humankind in their most authentic forms. These sacred spaces, where people can be unapologetically themselves, are truly magical. 


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And that magic made me dance for 45 minutes. 


Here is the Stranger and I am the strangest person in the place with my proper dinner meeting outfit. 


God bless these places…


P.S.: On the way back, I noticed I was glowing. “Oh my god, what’s that?” I screamed myself. The security guard laughed, “Oh, you didn’t know? It’s paint.” So I realized that while I was dancing, lost in the moment like in a rain prayer under the bubbles, I had coated with phosphorus which gave me my first glowing live performance on a stage without me even knowing it. 


I love New York 

I love human material.


Seda Sarno

Founder of Hippie Witchie

Event Curator with a Twist



I’m now adding some photos from the night, and with his blessings, I am using shots from our New York Agency @suarfotos to help visualize the experience. I am eagerly counting the days until I can be photographed by the artist Luis during our events in New York and Europe. If mine are called eyes, I don't know what his are called...



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