Some moments are so perfectly orchestrated that they reveal the boundless nature of reality—the way everything is interwoven beyond logic, beyond the mind, beyond time itself. One of those moments unfolded before me in the most unexpected way.
It began in a conversation with my mom. We were talking about “safety deposit boxes” of all things. She said she is still keeping some of my old Star Wars figures from the 1970s in hers. Decades had passed, yet these small plastic figures remained, holding a space in my childhood, my history, my being. They had been out of sight, out of mind for me, yet my mom had preserved them.
And then Spencer Lee came to mind. He is a man that exudes honesty, courageousness, and generosity. I remembered his love for Star Wars, the way he lit up when he speaks about it and how proudly he wears his beautiful Star Wars sweatshirt. I asked my Mom if I could offer them to Spencer. She said yes.
Without hesitation, I sent Spencer a message: “Hey, I have these original Star Wars figures from my childhood. If you have a desire for them, they’re yours.” It felt right, effortless, and it was just a really fun thing to do at that moment.
Then, the miracle.
I put the phone down on the sink after I sent the text and was standing in front of the toilet. And then, out of nowhere, the faint yet unmistakable sound of the Star Wars theme was coming through the air. I could-not-believe-it. I froze midstream, caught in the sheer perfection of it. I’m surprised I didn’t pee on the floor. A chill ran through me and so did the words, “NO WAY…”
I grabbed my phone and brought it to my ear—no music. I ran and checked my computer—WiFi wasn’t even connected. But the music was there and it was fading fast. As I listened, I realized it was coming from a passing car, the sound carrying through my open 15th floor window, floating down the Ala Wai Boulevard, fading like the iconic end credits of a Star Wars movie.
In that instant, the Force wasn’t just an idea. It was real. It was moving through me, through Spencer, through my mom, through those plastic Star Wars figures in the safety deposit box, through the person and sound system of the car, through time itself, weaving together a story that had no author, only experience.
The Force, Unlimitedness, the Divine—whatever you call it—was speaking, winking, blowing kisses, reminding me that life itself is the grandest, most beautiful, divine orchestration.
And at that moment, and even now I am smiling, just shaking my head.
I love, respect, and am grateful to George Lucas and his team for Star Wars and the powerful blessing “May the Force be with you”.
I have a strong Jedi desire to add this:
“The Force is always with you. The Choice to Attune to it is yours.”
Bodhi-Wan Kenyonbi 😀
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