Well, I woke up at 3:33am.
I’m not going to google what that means. It’ll probably have something to do with bloody angels.
I wish the little pesky critters would leave me alone.
I would like an ANGEL FREE ZONE for a while, guys.
Go annoy some other cosmic sucker.
Okay – now that’s out of the way…
I haven’t been able to get back to sleep. Today is November 23rd after all, the day I fly out to Dallas.
Last night I went through all the gear with Ratshit. (Gee I hope he doesn’t read this blog….) I still haven’t figured out the radio mike. I’ll have to read the instruction manual on the plane.
I can’t believe I just wrote that. I’ll have to read the instruction manual on the plane.
Jeeeeees. I’m winging this.
But there’s no other way to do it, other than intuitively. I have to play by the rules. And as soon as the Indian astrologer Dr. Bhatt said that I had to go to Dallas, I knew that I had to go to Dallas.
Soon I will head to the airport. I have nothing lined up in Dallas. I don’t know where I’m going to stay. I don’t have a clue. On arrival I’ll get the free shuttle into town, and then I’ll allow my PGS to guide me to wherever I should stay.
All I know is that it will have to be under $50 a night.
I’d prefer some place where there’s not a strong likelihood I’ll get shot, or robbed. But hey, I’ve got those little pesky angels to protect me, right? So I should be sweet, wherever I go.
What’s going to happen over the next fifteen days? Is my life going to change? Will something happen that will lead me to this immense wealth that Dr. Bhatt predicted?
I’m giving myself over to the Cosmos, to do with me as It so chooses.
Please, be gentle with me….