I started to see that my concept of spirituality was totally wrong.

My mother has all my awards, because if I walked downstairs every day and saw all my achievements it would be so easy to become complacent.

For the past several years, I have remained what others would consider underground. I did this in order to build a community of people, like-minded in their desire for freedom and the right to pursue their goals and lives without being manipulated and controlled by a media protected military industrial complex with a completely different agenda.

I wouldn't even hold my kids sometimes because I didn't want them to spit up on me when I was dressed for an awards show.

That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.

I have hour spurts when I feel fine and I can walk normal and stuff, other hours, I'm wobbling. I feel like there's somebody behind me kicking my legs out from underneath me. The whole tumor symptom thing is crazy. It's unpredictable. It really messes with your life.

I had an economic system imposed on me.