Michael grew up in a blue-collar town where most of the teens talked about making their escape. He made a personal commitment to do just that, first into the world and then into the written word. Meeshe became a sax player and joined funk and reggae bands. He flew hang gliders and ultralights and took his scuba skills to Palancar, the Red Sea, and the Great Barrier Reef. He took motorcycle and Jeep trips to Alaska and the Yukon. There were sport sailing regattas in the strong trades of the Dominican Republic and cruising on fifty-footers off the British Virgin Islands. He taught sailing off the coast of Queensland and took out kayak excursions in the caves near Guaymas. He met the wrong people in Cartagena, drank beer with friendly revolutionaries in Chiapas, and there was pastoral mayhem on a kibbutz in Israel during the Gulf War. His Arab friends took him to the Dome of the Rock; he crawled into the catacombs under the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and he read of the Qaballah at the citadel of ancient Caesaria Maratima. The journey into the written word then forcefully beckoned, and he settled in White Rock, British Columbia. Here, over the period of a decade, he penned a trilogy that took him into the spiritual passion of hearts desire. Meeshe unveiled the first three stories from actual experience and imagination blended with the teaching of significant sages, scripture, and ancient knowledge.