The Bilderberg Group.The Illuminati.The Freemasons.Bohemian Grove.
In Greek myth, the paradise kept for the chosen few.
One word.
An invitation.
The Bilderberg Group.The Illuminati.The Freemasons.Bohemian Grove.
Those in the know, know.
Since time immemorial, we rich and powerful conspire in secret to shape the world into Elysium, wielding our wisdom and influence to steer civilization to a better tomorrow.
Yet the masses prove ungrateful.They complain about housing, wages, war, taxes.Like oxen at the plough, they balk at the yoke, unable to conceive how their toil builds a fertile land.
What we know as a selfless pursuit of efficiency, they experience as suffocation.And a suffocated populace is a populace that revolts.
The world needs an outlet.A palliative balm of hedonism to soften the drudgery of every day.Panem et circenses.
For millennia, humanity looked to the divine to justify degeneracy.Dionysus. Bes. Freyja. Bastet.Whichever paragon of excess was on duty, man would look up and say: if a God does it, then I may too.
Then Nietzsche said “God is dead”, and left us in the lurch.
Permission is now a mortal responsibility.Someone must set the conditions for civilization to blow off steam.
We take on that mantle.We show the world how to escape into excess.We call ourselves Dekburg.
You are invited to be inducted into our ranks: one weekend to learn our philosophy of pleasure, so that you may serve as a devotee of degeneracy for the rest of your days.
Four days · Nine rites
You cross the threshold. You are given a room, a drink, and no explanation. The order does not begin until all are gathered.
Your rite of passage. Expect nothing, expect anything. All will be revealed at this feast fit for the Gods.
Wear Masked extravagance. When in doubt, overdress — the order notices who makes an effort.
We dress in white — the colour that contains all others — to remind ourselves that our indulgence serves all humankind. The inspiration is Ibiza. The water is closer.
Wear White. Swimwear beneath.
Prometheus went before us. He stole fire from the Gods and gave it to humankind. So too will we usurp hedonism and share it with the world. We honor our predecessor by lighting a roaring flame and feasting from it.
Tend The fire is lit at 14:00. It is never left alone.
Day turns into night; play turns into excess. The white holds. Should the late hour call for it, fates may be read — though the order makes no promises about the future, least of all its own.
Wear White, still.
Sunday keeps no schedule. The two daytime rites run at once. Take either, take both, take neither.
Mens sana in corpore sano. We soak, we sweat, we meditate. We wash off the excess and emerge reborn.
Provided Pool · sauna · hammam · infrared cabin. Open till nightfall.
To truly lead, one must make something from nothing. We provide the space and nothing else. What you do with the hours is yours to decide.
Bring A game, a performance, an idea
You will step out of your own id and assume the identity of a fellow initiate — and watch another usurp yours. You will also be given a target. You will not be certain who anyone is. This is intended. Ego death, one night only.
Bring An outfit that is quintessentially you
Your first act of communal selflessness: erasing all evidence of our passing. We work in secret.
Leave No trace. The house is empty by 16:00.
Mornings are unconsecrated. Bread is laid from 09:00 for those who rise, and the order keeps no record of who does not.
No order runs itself. Every initiate will be called upon — to cook, to tend a fire, to steward an evening, or to erase what we have done.
How often, and at what hour, is not disclosed in advance. Some duties fall to one. The last of them falls to all.
It will not be onerous. It is not optional.
What is done behind the curtain is not carried out from behind it. We work in secret, and we leave no trace.
Days until the threshold opens—
Further requirements to follow.
Consult this page again before you pack.