I grew up in Los Angeles in the 1950s, when it still had a small town feeling with corner neighborhood stores. Over the years, I saw lifestyles change, and people became more driven and stressed out.
In high school I said to myself, “There’s got to be more to life than this.” During those years, I was depressed on a regular basis and lacked purpose in my life. During one of my deepest, darkest times, when I was a freshman in college, I walked up in the Hollywood Hills in the darkness of the night and cried out to the Universe, “What is the purpose of my life?” I listened for the answer and the words came clearly —
“Love, serve, and heal.”
I asked what form this should take, and the voice told me,
“The form doesn’t matter. Choose to love, serve, and heal – as purely, directly, and as powerfully as you can.”