Growing up I was into biking, swimming in lakes, skiing, enjoying nature, playing sports, and doing art. Much the same as today, really. I idolized Bugs Bunny for his wit and creativity, Wonder Woman for her strength and independence, and Grizzly Adams for his ability to be at peace in nature.
Star Wars, however, helped uncover my knowledge of self.
I broke up with the feeling of hope one afternoon in 2004.
I was driving through downtown Honolulu, Oahu, from Kailua, where I had lived for the past year.
I looked up at the marquis on the local Calvary Chapel building and, while it said nothing particularly memorable, I visually remember it marking the moment I decided that I no longer agreed with the impression of hope.
I was crying deeply for at least 20 minutes, barely coming up for air. The thought came through, nothing is real, nothing is real.
I have pondered the definition of reality for quite some time. To me, reality is my energetic vibration expressed in this dimension. My energetic vibration is rooted through experiences that allows me to grow, create, and heal and released through my experience of wins, losses, loves, laughs, and cries.