I’ve been facilitating in one form or another since I was 18. Over half my life.

It started in youth work and arts facilitation. Me, not long out of my own chaos – refugee, dysregulated kid, years lost in addiction and dissociation – working with young people in similar or worse shape. Many times I was out of my depth. I showed up anyway.

Then came men’s work. Emotional wellbeing workshops. Healthy masculinity before it had that name. I was finding the container while I was still being shaped by it.

Then I started building rooms of my own.

They started small. Workshop-style. Personal development with a ritualistic edge. Over time they evolved into something harder to categorise – father and son camps, rites of passage work, deep initiatory process for men and women. The kind of work where trauma activates mid-session and you better know what to do with it.

Alongside all of that – underground events. Illegal raves. Eventually festivals. I’ve moved between subcultures most people keep separate, and I’ve found that the thread running through all of it is the same: people wanting to feel something real.

I’ve spent thousands of hours in spaces where transformation happens. Where projection flies. Where the floor shifts under someone and the room has to hold it.

I’ve been the participant. The assistant. The leader. The one on trauma watch. The one putting people back together on the break.

Soul Camp is what I’ve built from all of that. A three-day initiatory descent. Not more content. Not another workshop. Something older.

I’m here to help you find your soul – and find the others.