What you might have promised God you'd do when you got here, this time. And then you find there are two of you in the cabin. You don't have to steer it yourself all the time. You can relax. Funny, but how this works is that soon, 'those wild ideas replace the old banal ones.
Life triggers recognition scenes, hunches, lightning bolts.
And when that kind of stuff is going on daily, next time that doorbell rings, it won't be a tramp. At your door. Making them happen with just thought forms. All planets, luminaries are in fixed signs when I wrote this,3 a.m, August 8 th , l999, the exact minute of a momentous fixed sign convergence. And the NOUN is what The Master Jules writes about.