We are metaphorically nailed to life’s cross as we drag forward towards persecution via the smells of inhumane torture. The end tastes closer than ever. However, we are overwhelmingly certain in the deepest depths of our soul’s note, the best – perhaps only way to retune this sound is through complete liberation. The feeling of full freedom that we express outwards in an endless movement of sweaty dance passion. Closing our eyes while in a zone of timelessness. The colors of withholding judgement on our musical family. PLUR, street culture, and deep organ shaking bass pulse create auditory union and the fragrant noir of dopaminergic magic. In this moment, we are made more complete than any other alternative form of therapy. For tonight, the dance floor is the sanctuary, and a God is our DJ!