Biodrama is a bizarre show: a transformational, healing dramatisation of our lives on physical, mental and spiritual levels. It is a unique descent into the unconscious, as well as an ascent into spirit. We act out 'ourselves', and connect to our life's purpose. As we move along a pathway called the 'Biodrome', we open the doorways of Birth - Bios, Love - Eros, and Death - Thanatos. To assist us along our way four Biodramatists reflect back at us the mirror images of our many selves. They become our guardian angels, great loves and enemies, healers and shamans. They help us release blockages that might be hindering the expression of our full potential. Since that hot July day I have undergone three Biodramatic experiences. Each one was to instigate profound changes in my life.

My young Italian husband had just died in a terrible accident. There was no such thing as grief counseling in Rome, and I was desperately looking for answers.

Lorenzo and his Biodramatists ushered me into another dimension. Separated into sections by wooden pillars and strange statues, the room was long, and alight with candles. Its focal point, a grand mirror, was carved with intricate symbols. I was somewhere ancient, magical, perhaps beyond time, definitely not 'of this world'. My journey through Birth, Love and Death - Bios, Eros and Thanatos - had begun. My guardian handed me a bag in 'Biolemma'. 'Place the symbols of your life in here,' she said. I grabbbed the bag and pushed my way past the guardian. I wanted birth to be over and done with soon. I tripped over something and, confused, I saw a shadowy figure - my father. I leant over to touch him, but his head fell off: he was a straw man, just an illusion. A woman appeared dressed in soft veils - my Mother. I cried in her arms, I knew I could not stay long. She twisted me up in her veils. My guardian untangled me, her lantern illuminating intricate symbols.

My guardian took my hand. Eros - his face radiant, growling like a tiger - whirled around to meet me in a confined space. We danced sweetly, slowly, softly. Eros snatched the white scarf from around my head, tying it around both our waists. Close, cheek to cheek, we were happy.

Eros tripped, the scarf ripped, we were flung apart. Unknowingly, I had stepped beyond the confined space into the 'beyond' of Thanatos. Ugly, Thanatos wore a grimacing mask. With his boot on Eros' chest, his mask smirked. Eros lay quiet, pale, immobile as I tried to pull Thanatos away. It was hopeless, I felt my guardian touch my face lightly as I sobbed. Thanatos would always keep Eros captive, those I loved would die, people always left.

My guardian whispered, 'Look up now!' We had caught Thanatos with his mask off. He had the face of a sweet, young man. He pointed to the grand mirror. Call it a trick of candle light, call it a miracle, I saw moving symbols reflecting the universe, the whole of creation emerging from that mirror.

The Biodramatists, and Lorenzo, examined the symbols in my 'bag'. Lorenzo spoke like an oracle of my childhood and life. I listened agog, as Eros spoke of love, my passion and loss, Mother of grief, Thanatos of freedom, and the infinite, and my angelic guardian of trust and faith. They had not known my husband was dead, that I had been abandoned by my birth parents as a child - how could it have been that they were able to read the secrets locked in my soul?

Through Biodrama, and the amazing, shamanic Biodramatists, through Lorenzo's perceptions and gifts, I had finally found what I was looking for: It lay within myself.