Mystic life continues to unfold as this story is told. An amazing representation of attaining purpose in my life. A time came when I felt completely unsatisfied with existing. I was finding competition, over riding the fundamental moral values of humanity, my heart became still and unimportant. A dark cloud had descended upon my being and i threw myself into the hands of humanity, staying alive only through peoples kindness and generosity, even though i had nothing to offer in return. This began to restore my faith in humanity and began to bloom the desire inside to give back. My interest grew in devotional music. A beautiful way to bring people together and illuminate something bigger than the self. I decided to learn the mother of all percussive instruments of the Eastern classical music "tabla". My studies took me to places I never could imagine the pulsing driving rhythms of this traditional sound and the amount of devotion it in itself takes just to utter a sound out of the "tabla". I quickly learned that this path required serious technical training. I started to practice 10 hours a day, living in India simplifying my life only to grasp this depth of sophisticated percussive philosophy. I felt if I could play percussion, then there would always be someone to sing or create with. My gift to give back.