You'll find here a brief description of several fateful events in my life, which eventually led me to realize what true freedom is all about, what it looks like, tastes like, feels like - and what's required to have it. This entire website, along with all services offered, are geared toward helping you find true freedom in your life. In 1985, when my son was born, I promised him I'd find true freedom (see Bio) although at the time, I had no idea what that might be. Curiously, twenty four years later, on a brisk mid morning in October 2009, after several life-altering epiphanies and an incomprehensible four-year Breaking down - Clearing out - Freeing-up process (see video), what true freedom is all about was suddenly crystal clear as night and day.
In the late 1980s, since I had a lot of extra time on my hands with my flight attendant job and my son being in preschool, I took a side job as a make-up artist at a photo studio called Headshots in Honolulu. My intention in taking this job was to have a fun and creative outlet for myself. Little did I know that it would change my life forever.
At the time, Headshots was a popular place for women to get their looks transformed. Heavy stage-make up would be applied, fancy hairstyles administered and glittery fabric strips affixed around the shoulders so that in the headshot photos the women would look like all-decked out movie stars. The entire stint was for show, of course, because the make-up would be washed off before our customers would leave the shop, their hair combed out and the fabric strips taken off and put back on the shelves. Nevertheless, women loved having these spruced-up photos taken of themselves with their faces no longer recognizable as their own.
One day, a very ordinary-looking woman entered the shop. She was around forty years old and seemed extremely shy. My client-to-be walked a bit hunched over and spoke with such a soft voice I could barely understand her. Clearly, this woman was uncomfortable looking into my eyes because when we talked she kept staring at the floor. As soon as I had her sit in my chair facing the wall-to-floor mirror, I heard myself saying that I was going to do my very best for this woman and make her look really, really good.
After I had finished putting on her make-up, my customer got up and look at herself in the mirror. I noticed she had a sparkle in her eyes and stood taller. Her hunched-overness had disappeared. Strange, I thought. Then the woman spoke to me, looking straight into my eyes and with a strong, powerful voice said: "Thank you. I look terrific. I really like what you have done with my face and hair." When her photos came out of the developing machine, she oohed and ahhed over them and seemed really happy and satisfied. My client wanted to leave the shop without her make-up taken off and her hair flattened out. This previously-unassuming woman told me that she wanted to show her husband her transformed self. After she paid and had walked out onto the street, I fell into my chair, completely baffled.