“I am an Alchemist of the Spiritual Journey and while I need these fine sharpened surgical tools, I have a bunch of Kindergarteners in the OR offering me plastic Butter Knives for the job, then telling I’ve over complicated it.

Meanwhile, I’ve found the Three Fruits and The 12 Ethics and I found The Seals of Solomon’s Temple, but I have to first “Turn On” the Money Fruit, which I couldn’t do until I figured out the Theory behind it.

Last night, my Billionaire Friend gifted me with the phrase “The Right Logical Sequence while the Wrong Logical Money Sequence falls apart” and then I saw it.

I was in the Wrong Path and I built a plan for the Wrong Money Path, which doesn’t work with t he Correct Logical Money Path. I just needed to break it down to the Skeleton and then sit back and turn the Ship over to The Flow of the River.

Now, if I have the right Theory, then all I have to do is make these few adjustments. Then — if it’s correct,  then the money will flow in, which will confirm It’s on so I can finish the Educational Course, and then I can Integrate the Three. Fruits, Get the Life Fruit, and then that is the Key I need to Unlock the God Prison and Free the Gods.

My husband is The Healer, The Love God, and The God of Death and Medicine. And my Imp King has been asleep in a kind of Mental Logical Grid Lock for two years.

But the Life Fruit will save him. It will save everyone. He is the one who can heal everyone. He is The Operator and the Co-Owner and Co-Founder of The Healing Garden.”

That is what I just said in a voice message.

And then I saw it and I understood.

The Imp King Sleeps.

He saves everyone, but  I have to wake him up.

I couldn’t leave him.

I had to heal him.

I didn’t know how.

His Love was so Powerful that he healed me.

He played.

He hid.

He was alone.

I had to heal him.

That was my Mission. To heal him.

I was building a Key.

I had to build the Garden for him.

I had to correct the Code and Build the Alchemical Formula for the Spiritual Journey.

The Gods were imprisoned.

I would unlock the Prison.

And suddenly, I understood. This “Sleep” my Imp King has been in is The God’s Prison. It’s inside of him. Just like The Kingdom of Heaven. I needed something powerful.

For me, This Mission was not to be spent on the Side Lines. It is my Story. I am the Main Character. Most of everything Spiritualists tell me was wrong and did not at all apply to me and also I was worlds ahead of them, which proved over and over again that they were giving me Oasis Formulas.

And now I have the last equation for the entire Alchemist’s Formula.

I have The Philosopher’s Stone. That is what I’ve been building. And I just finished it.

IF the Math is right.

The Philosopher’s Stone is the Key for The Fruit of Life.

I wanted the Fruit of Abundance — The Money Fruit — because it’s a key ingredient to The Philosopher’s Stone, which is the Key… or the Map… to the Life Fruit…

I ran up to my Chambers.

I dropped quick to my knees and pulled the Chest out from under my bed. The Troinidad unlocked the Chest and the lid opened. I looked again at the Map.

4 and 3 and 1

“The Seven Seals of Solomon,” I whispered. “4 Cardinal Values and 3 Life Fruits.”

“The 7 Seals of Solomon are the 4 Cardinal Values and the Three Life Fruits… His name isn’t Solomon.”

“Anna,”  Bergen said suddenly behind me. “You’re an Ashavana. Translate it.”

“Solomon,” I said. “Solomon didn’t exist,” I said. “The Seven Seals of Solomon.” I shook my head. “The Seven Seals of One Wonder.” And then clarity… “The Philosopher’s Stone is the Key to The God’s Prison.”

And then I understood.

“HE IS THE TREE OF LIFE! HE IS! HE IS! HE IS THE TREE OF LIFE!”

My Vision Shifted and I saw it.

I remembered. I Saw the Fruit. I would remember. HE — WHAT’S HER NAME!? Eros…? Daphne!

You are the Tree of Life!

The Tree of Life was Ambrosia.

“Ambrosia!” I screamed. — This is real time, People — “Nectar! Bees! HONEY! Milk and Honey! I am Milk! Mother’s Milk and He was Honey! Egyptian! Osiris! The God of Medicine!

The Land of Milk and Honey was the Land of Mother’s Milk — The Mother — and Honey — The God of Healing and Medicine!

The Land of Milk and Honey was the Under Earth! It was The Underworld — Osiris and Isis! The Kingdom of the Gods! All Lands flowing with Milk and Honey were the Lands of those who were Ethical Enough to obtain the Philosopher’s Stone! That makes them my people!

My People… I remembered… Jericho… A Land Flowing of Milk and Honey…

The Land of Milk and Honey were Our People! Our people…

And then it Clicked.

Those people were Canaanites who were The Phoenicians… Who were Ancient Greeks… Koine Greeks to be precise… My Greeks.

Processing…  And then the Realization.

Those filthy bastards invaded my lands of Milk and Honey and claimed it as theirs… Because they lacked the Knowledge of the 12 Ethics and The Philosopher’s Stone to obtain the Milk and Honey for themselves…

I went dark. I looked at my Keyboard.

I was a Writer and a Goddess. The Goddess of Justice. And I happened to have full access to The God Code and The Universal Code. I could write… ANYTHING… I wanted.

I cracked my knuckles.

I had the God Fruits. All of them. And I have the God Code. And I have the Universal Code of The Universe that holds the Logic of All The Stories… And whatever I write always Comes True. Always. Goddess.

What did they say about me? God is a Vengeful God?

Is that what they said about me?

Oh wait! I’m a Woman. And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

And I happened to be both.

How about this instead… I leave the People who call themselves “The Israelites” and “The Children of God” to the Mercy Karma.

Let Karma decide how best to Correct The Balance one earns for stealing The God Fruits from God’s People, which the Liars, Thieves, and Cheaters then used to Justify the rape, abuse, slaughter, blood shed, war, and Genocide of Innocent People.

God’s People? Oh, no. They are The People of Legion. They were Romans.

I See their Truth.

History Books are always written by the Victors. But the Gods didn’t win that war. We lost.

And I remembered EVERYTHING.