I woke in my bed in my Chambers. I had never had such a lousy sleep. I hadn’t even had time yet to relish the first sleep in my quarters. Every inch of me ached.

I had learned a long time ago to not resist the Heartbreak. To let it ebb and flow and just be sad as I needed to be. I opened my eyes and Bergen was there, smiling down at me.

Several tears spilled from my eyes like a faucet left on to slowly run. I brushed the stream away too late.

“Oh, lass,” he said.

I curled up tighter into myself. Every inch.

I closed my eyes and he was gone. I knew I needed to get up. I couldn’t lay in bed all day. I had to move.

I threw the blankets off and pulled on my robe.

I needed to exercise and stretch. I didn’t.

I needed to take a cold shower. I didn’t.

I needed to write out my personal goals. I sat down at my desk and took out paper and quill. I didn’t.

I thought of India. The Guru in Brazil who had stepped into my Unit a few days ago. I wanted to know how she had done it from so far away and with a Stranger.

“What did the Spiritualists know that I didn’t?”

I had lived among them for five years. I didn’t understand their Language. Among them, I could be myself, but also, I felt their sickness in them.

They talked differently than I. They talked about things I knew nothing about. And I was a Physicist and still couldn’t understand them. I had lived all my life in the Ethereal Plane. Why couldn’t I understand them? So I studied. I studied Physics and Psychology deeper than I ever had before.

While I understood their Mental Illness and their Sick, I still couldn’t understand what they were describing or saying. I had no doubt they believed the illogical explanations they have invented themselves and/or parrotted from low quality sources… But why couldn’t I understand them?

So I dove deeper into Linguistics, Ancient History, and Ancient Languages.

I was able to trace their Languages back to 7 random sources they had compiled in a hodgepodge of ill-gotten data. And they had the low quality to show for it.

“What were they trying to say?”

And then I realized… I had the Wisdom Fruit. There was nothing I could ask that I would be denied. I didn’t need to be taught. I had the Universal Fulcrum at my full disposal.

“I want to know what India knows,” I said.

And I closed my eyes and meditated. I felt my body shift from the Quantum Self Realm. A moment later, I was above the Meta Realm and back in another Quantum Realm.

This Realm I knew. This Realm I spent many a day dancing on. Moonbeams and Dreams.

“Why was I back — GAAAAASP!”

The Quantum Music Realm!? THIS is where they all were!?

I dropped back into the Quantum Logic Realm of my Self just as Bergen returned to my Chambers with my morning coffee.

“They are all in the Quantum Music Realm!” I screamed.

He blinked.

“That’s why I couldn’t understand them! They are all trying to describe the Quantum Music Realm using Quantum Physics! You can’t do that! No wonder I couldn’t understand them! They needed Music Theory! Not Physics! No wonder!”

I slapped my forehead.

“They’re too ignorant of Music Theory to know they are in Quantum Music and they’re too ignorant of Quantum Physics to know they’re not in Physics! Here I was — All over Quantum Physics and Quantum Logic, and Integrated Mathematics, and I couldn’t find them anywhere here! Now I understand why! They’re all still in Stage #1 of The Pilgrimage! They never even left Stage #1! And they’re all stuck in the First Quantum Realm! Music Theory!”

“Which is why they can’t see the Melodic Line,” Bergen said.

“Because they’re still seeing the Harmonic Line! They JUST found Mother Nature’s Song! They never found “The Divine Feminine! They found Mother Nature’s Song! They haven’t even figured out how to Modulate yet!”

I dropped myself back into the chair and huffed. Relieved. Exhausted. Tired.

I had lived from 2020 to 2025 undercover of the Spiritual Realm. Not as a Spiritualist. But as a Linguist trying to Master their Language. My research was finally complete.

“I Mastered the Quantum Music Realm decades ago. I moved on from it into the Quantum Art Realm and Quantum Theater that I didn’t even…”

I was ready to write my next book. “Nature. Mother. Man. God.” The Research was over. I would store all my findings there. They were in Dissection Mode of a Musical Composition and not one of them had any clue. Not one of them had bothered to study Musical Composition from the Exoteric Side to Journey within the Esoteric of Song. And now all of them had found themselves within the Esoteric of Song, and none of them could even figure out where they were.

I took up my coffee and sipped.

“You have a rough night,” Bergen said.

I nodded as I set my mug down.

“So what are you going to do about the Spiritualists?” he asked.

“Write a book,” I said. “I’ll address it all there. I don’t have it in me to talk about it here and now…”

I had too much work to do.

***

I wrote letters to The Imp King. I recorded Voice Messages to my Friends. I knew what I was doing. I was laying down Logical Comprehension to push myself through The Stages of Understanding. I was finally through.

I had meetings today. I built Plans.

Plans. Ideas. Dreams.

If only people truly understood how much these three things are the core for Manufacturing Money.

I had a dear friend coach me on how to Manifest Money — from someone who actually knew how to do it and a Scientist and Physicist who knew the right language to use. I had been making an error in my Money Manifestations that I wasn’t making anywhere else. I was thinking too much about Math and Numbers and not enough in Image and Intuition Stages #1 and #2.

After the meeting, I updated my Team. Moments later I was getting feedback pouring in. Everything was alive. My daughter spent the day reading more books on Money and Finance.

I placed a few phones calls and — without even thinking about it — I asked for $300,000 for the Funding I needed for the Start Up. I hung up the phone and it didn’t even phase me. I was stunned. Did I just ask for $300,000 from a Sponsor without hesitation?

I wrote two more emails to my Partner and came back to my Chambers.

“I will want an Office,” I said. “Something Regal and… Cozy. With a Balcony. Located off of a Board Room, a Round Table, and a Lounge Room… With a Stage.”

I wanted so many stages.

I stood on the balcony of my Chambers and gazed down at the Garden below. The Moon was out again tonight. I didn’t have time today to really process anything. I was so busy… I would work on Zombies From Space… And Vampires. Fists In The Dark. And then I would focus also on “Nature. Mother. Man. God.”

“Back here again,” Bergen said.

I turned to him and gave him a weak smile. I hadn’t any time today for him or anything.

“I met with my Psychologist Team earlier today,” I said.

“And…? How did it go.”

I couldn’t deny the Math any longer.

“We’re in the Apocalypse,” I said. “The Ragnarok. It happens every 2,000 Years.”

I looked at the Garden below. I was still growing wild and strong with my Power.

I closed my eyes and meditated. And I saw and understood. At last.

“Three Fruits,” I said. “Love! Story! Wisdom! You have to manifest according to each of the Fruits! That’s why my Books always come True! I was Manifesting in Logic and Story when I write! And in Music with Love! And in Ask with Wisdom! But you have to have access to the Quantum Realm in order to pull it off! You can get the First one easy! But the Wisdom!? Oh, no. No. You’re not getting that one unless you earn it.”

I laughed just then.

I understood. At Logos, when you integrate the Disciplines, you Integrate the Fruit. “That is why the Journey is most important. That is where the Fruit is. In the Journey.

Logos is The Fruit of Life.