I had a dream last night.

In the dream I was back at the center where I sat with Iboga but as dreams do it was - different.

There was a festival happening, we were on day three and I’d already DJed twice. I was tired - dead tired. So was everyone. It felt like moving through sludge. I didn’t have new songs, I didn’t feel inspired to create - but I was on that night.

Then me and the other festival goers were there in this large underground atrium. And my gear got lost. My computer was out of its bag, someone took my controller and was telling me that it was theirs. My handler was handling it but I was feeling distressed - I wasn’t prepared for this last performance.

Then it came time for showtime. I wanted to have a moment with cacao before the show to ground but the people were already coming in. They were looking at me to say something. This wasn’t how I wanted it to go.

And then, not despite it but because of it - I stood before the crowd and truth spoke through me….