In the wild trance party summers of the late nineties in Cape Town, there were three crazy young psychedellic fairies. I was one of them. We were young enough to be free and old enough to be wise and had some truly spectacular experiences together. After being separated by geography for almost 5 years - a whole series of events have magically ensured that we find each other again. People come and go in our lives for a particular purpose and I can confidently say that the three of us have been re-connected to remind us of our freedom and to dance with abandon.
Dancing makes the spirit sing and our western lives have cheapened the ritual of dance into Kylie's ass and a Britney Spears video. So the Whizzball's message for the day is to dance more - at home alone, in the shower, when a great song finds you, when the soul needs a shake - don't wait for someone to dance with you and definately don't worry about how you look or if you can compete with the MTV dance-androids. Dance because it feeds the spirit and as our beloved Bob Marley continues to sing throughout the world's concsiousness "Dance cos we are FREE".
A big up to Sir Bob and BIG love and whizzballs to OD and EK for dancing freely with me.
Yours in purple
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