After the street magician entertained us, the Reverend and the rainbow-colored Rastafarians gave us their blessings, then the autoharpist and banjo cowboy began to play with the paranoid rabbit backing up on maraca. God made an appearance for a quick Q&A (despite our obvious stupidity, she still loves us all). The actress on the stairs kept channeling her old-world mother, but she got through her monologue anyway. Then we got treated to a lecture on sacred geometry. The nudity made the juggler uncomfortable, but he still was able to balance the wheel barrow on his chin while juggling the Devil Tennis Racket. This was one of the wildest, most imaginative and unforgettable theatrical experiences I’ve ever had. I will never forget this show. Thank you, Psychodelicate.