I was born on April 6th 1951,the 4th of 6 kids by Lewis and Jean Johnston. We had a good life and our parents raised us well. We all played sports ,did well in school and most of us went to college on scholarships.We were raised as Catholics and I was taught by Sisters in grammar school and by Brothers in high school that provided insight that not all was what it seemed. My brothers and I were altar boys which put us on the inside. While everyone was praying, I remember pouring wine and water into the priest's chalice and him admonishing me under his breath to skip the water and use all of the wine. It was no big deal but it made it harder for me to confess my "sins" to him in the confessional.I wanted to succeed in life but didn't know at what. I stayed with sports until I reached a point where you're not as good as others around you and it gets embarrassing.As I noticed most people don't know what they're talking about and the others don't believe what they are telling you, I became attracted to power. I was attracted to gangsters and rich people. After years I realized that gangsters lived without a code of life and wereuntrustworthy. Then I realized that rich people were just like everyone else. I started practicing martial arts and Aikido in particular. I was fortunate enough to have a sensei who actually trained with Morihei Ueshiba, the founder of the art. Watching him take out several people at the same time was impressive. However, when he had free time he liked to drink and that showed me theremust be something else more meaningful.It was then that I read AutoBiography of a Yogi and that put me on a path that I still enjoy. If you can't takeit with you, don't worry about it. Work on your reputation, have honor and become friends with ourOmnipresent Creator. Remember that your breath is the bridge. When you think about it, you'll realize thatthat's the only reason we are here.OM NAMA SHIVAY