There's nothing like sitting on a grassy hill, wind blowing fast in my face and through my hair, the stars shining bright, illuminated by the moon, and dancing to the healing bittersweet sounds of Santana's guitar. Pure Magic.



"I'm in the business of putting people in a trance. Take them outside their doldrums existence where they can also dream and aspire to touch their own light.

When you touch your own light you listen to the voice in your heart, the real you. There's layers like an artichoke of who you are, you're black or being American, being this or being that. But when you strip yourself of all that, you're just this shining, radiant light. One positive thought creates millions of positive vibrations. Those are the languages of light". - Carlos Santana