Striking that balance between knowing we’re all just actors in a grand cosmic play, where most of the other actors have forgotten it’s just a play, and the reality of flesh, blood, fate and feelings in a 3D matrix is quite a task. It’s especially when those that should know the most, your nearest and dearest, betray and convolute your truth and essence to the most diabolic of absurdities, that the immortal soul is at its closest to source. We look out to the other and all we see are delusions or fantasies. The only rational solution I have personally found, to transmute my own souls dilemma, is to thrash the shadows out on stage within the sacred containment of dramatherapy, accompanied by legitimised wild and semi naked dancing like a mad person. The 3d egoic straight jacket has long been abandoned. I’ve unplugged from the matrix there's no pretending. And I’m going to party like it’s 1999 🌈