The Psy Trance Party should remain sacred. It becomes a living art form, a beautiful theatre of light and sound where the dancers and artists all play their part no matter who they came as. A chance to be someone different, to take time out from life and be part of a non-reality zone, a totally autonomous zone that is a doorway to another dimension and which exists and is completely real until it ends and remains only in the thoughts and dreams of those who took part.

A ritual that takes all those taking part back to where it all began from. Something mystical. Back to that tribal instinct that makes us want to stomp the ground in unison while around us swirls the entire universe. The dark night sounds break down the ego and then the daybreak and the more melodic sounds show the paradise the world can be without the ego.