So as I ran about I began to talk aloud to the cats and chicken and everything going on seemed funny and what I said to the animals cracked me up. But maybe angels were amused. Maybe my dead grandmother had a laugh or two. Or maybe the concept is that angels stay away in droves when we're automatic and testy and we lose our auric protection. Maybe when we amuse the universe, angels simply come back.
Auric protection returns.
And the lever needed a very pointed edge to slip under where the planet sat. If you could just get that skinny blade in one millimeter and shove it the next and the next after that, you could lift a whole planet. A laugh is that sharp blade. That's the tip I pass on. When your own black holes beckon, play to that void of empty seats you can't see into.