I was up before Bergen who snoozed in the chair. He looked both uncomfortable and comfortable. I sat up and pulled on my slippers, taking great care to leave my chamber quietly as I headed downstairs for the Kitchens.

This morning I would try a new routine… I was feeling it. Comfort Zone. I scoffed. More like a Rotting Zone. It was only after I left my “Comfort” Zone that I was fully aware of just how much I had been Rotting in my “Comfort Zone.” I would never again call it a “Comfort Zone” lest the Words fool my Mind.

I thought on this as I descended the steps to the kitchen and pushed open the door. I found cheese, apples, some bread, and started the fire — I smirked and flicked my wrist, sending a blast of flame onto the cold logs — and then prepared the iron kettle with water from the sink pump.

I reflected on “Inspiration” and “Leadership.” I reflected on “Story Sequence” and “Logic.” I reflected on Words like “Comfort” and “Rotting.”

I pulled at the bread and broke a piece of cheese from the wheel, collected the food on a platter, and prepared a cup of coffee while brooding on these words.

A few moments later I was pouring hot water into my cup with freshly ground coffee and sitting down with my cheese, fruit, and bread.

“Hey,” came Bergen’s gruff voice.

“Hi,” I said glancing over.

I was struggling. But with what? I needed to get back to the Golden Stones.

Where is my Love and When will he arrive? I pondered this deeply.

Where is my Wealth and When will it arrive? I wondered.

Bergen poured himself a coffee and sat down beside me, sharing the platter with me while I brooded.

“You seem lost deep in thought,” he said. I gave him a glance and sipped my coffee.

“I was thinking on my personal goals and where I’m trying to get to…”

I paused and thought. This is not at all what I wanted to say.

“What precisely should we be giving others when we share our Story?”

He sipped his coffee.

“I think of this often,” I said. “What part of my Story should be shared? What parts should I leave out? What parts should I hear about others who have never met me before? What do I need to know about others to hear their story and know them? What parts of our Stories make us known? Show our Integrity? Show our Dreams, our Fortitude? Show our Formidability? Our Perseverance and Endurance?”

“I think,” he said. “You need to ask the question, what do you want people to know about you?”

I thought on this.

“That when I speak, I am someone who they want to listen to. That when I move, they want to walk at my side. That when I make a decision, they want to be on my side of that decision… But not because I bullied my way here, bought my way here, or brown nosed my way here… But because I built every last stepping stone on the Backbone, blood, sweat, and grit of What Is Right, For Truth, What is Healthy, and What Nourishing Myself and All Others to Grow.

And I have done nothing else — despite all odds — but live for this purpose. And now that I’ve escaped my own Personal Hell and have overcome my Obstacles and Challenges and stand Triumphant, I have no other purpose than to Serve others with my Knowledge.

Once you Accomplish The Impossible, you are Obligated and Ethically Honor bound to help others also Accomplish The Impossible. There are some people who are so strong that — In Nourishing them to their Full Potential, you know One of Those Persons is like Nourishing tens of thousands of people. This is my Truth. This is my Honor. This is my Calling. To Nourish the Power People who are Destined to Nourish Millions.”

“There is more you have to say,” he said.

“I’m building my Reputation. And I’m asking myself what that is. What I want it to be, but mostly, I want it to be Authentic, Genuine, Truth, Logical, Ethical, and all of me. I never pretend to be what I am. I never pretend to be what I am not. I am just Truth. I am human. And I preserve my right to always be Human.

“But mostly… Bergen.” I released a sigh. “I’m learning how to live between both worlds and the balance is just days away.”

“You know something,” he said.

I poked at my cheese.

“I had a dream last night.”

He put down his coffee.

“Every time you have a dream… Ka– Anna. We both know it’s never just a Dream.”

I looked away.

“She talked to me again.”

He nodded and did that brooding thing he does.

“What did she say?”

She showed me The Book. She showed me The Summit Festival. She showed me moving between both, Regulating between both… And it was the Regulation and moving between both that generated… Energy. Power. Momentum. It was producing so much Energy.

My Cat was moving, running, back and forth, climbing and yowling, the more she showed me the Power Generating between The Book and the Summit Festival — and then she said to me, “That is what the Cat was sensing.” And I then realized, the Cat was really yowling and running and moving.

I woke up then and a moment later, the cat was silent. Stopping just as I stopped.

“They call it “Channeling,” but…” I shook my head. “I’m the Source. Channelling implies coming in from the Outside. But this… This is coming from inside of me. It’s My own Energy that I create from my Own Generator. And then…”

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Think. I willed of myself.

I looked at Bergen.

“It’s Directing. It’s Building, Focusing, Pointing, and Directing my Own Energy. Syphoning. That is the word. It’s Syphoning my own Energy into Kinetic Energy that I produce. It’s Wielding.”

I closed my eyes again.

“With every word I write,” I said. “I make it happen. I’m writing my Will into being. And then, at the Summit, I build it. In the Book I write and I plan it. In the Summit I build it. In the Book, I compose it. Plan it. Steer and Navigate it. In the Summit, I build it.”

Plan. Build. Learn. Plan. Build.

I felt it.

The Energy was moving. Learn. Plan. Build.

And within the Book, I could learn and Plan. Within the Summit I could Build.

“The Meta is meant for Play. The Abstract is meant for Learning. The Discussion with others is meant for Planning. We need the Abstract for Learning. The Discussion for Planning. The Summit for Building.”

I finished my meal and took my mug to the basin. Rinsed and washed it and thought.

“Where will you go now?” he asked.

“I am going to Asha, and then I’m going back to the Golden Stones.”