I was stretched out on my Floor in my chambers. I felt like I was 12 years old again with all of my papers… I was so tired. And so happy.

I looked at my computer. “12 Ethics To Jesus : Chapter #18” was complete. I had written 18 Chapters in two days. It was 19 February 2025, and on 18 February, I was overwhelmed with a sudden need to write that propelled me into another realm.

I had no idea how many words I had just produced. But I was very — VERY happy with the results. I knew that book would be reaching people in their 2030. Much sooner than that, I knew…

I spent yesterday wiring and assembling The Philosopher’s Stone. It’s a Sequence of Events in the Mind that must occur in a Precise Order to Unlock each “Chemical and Emotional” component to obtain the precise State of Being so you can stand in the Precise Location of The Point of Comprehension so you can Mine for Information at the precise Location to get the Precise results you want.

Within my Alchemist’s Lab, I wired my Logical Sequence.

“You have those Logical Fallacies obstructing the Conduit,” said my Wisdom Fruit. I nodded and used Psychological Physics to remove the Logical Fallacies.

“I want to Manifest Money and Abundance,” I said.

I felt the System whir and come alive, but…

“It needs Power,” I said and looked at the Love Fruit — The Pilot Light. It was low.

“I have low Power. I need to head to the basement and see what’s going on.” I grabbed a torch and made my way to the 3rd Level of the Subconscious Mind.

Identity.

She was somber, sulking, sad.

“When we have money, we’ll be famous…”

I sank. I knew what I was afraid of.

“The Imp King.”

“He may not want the fame,” she said. “And his family… What if they hear something about you that may hurt them? They don’t know about your past.”

I took out my phone just then and texted him. I told him all of this. Everything.

I then slept, woke up the this very morning, and wrote more. I had a meeting with a Philanthropist Company and began the first of many Connections that would bring together everything I had built.

I was back to The Philosopher’s Stone again.

I was so tired.

“I had a dream last night. I was walking through the City Streets that were built like a maze, and someone came up to me and said, “Keep doing what you’re doing. The day after next.”

I kept walking and twisting my way through the maze and I came to another man. Again, I was told, “Keep doing what you’re doing. The day after next.”

I walked on, longer,  tired, and kept going until I came to another man. “Keep doing what you’re doing. The day after next,” he too said to me.

21 February 2025

I just couldn’t work on the Stone tonight. I was too tired. Too exhausted. Too…

I spoke with a friend today. And so much came over me today. I was gifted a new name.

My Greek Name is Poiotes. I smiled. My Jinn Name.

I had so many book ideas that have formed. I felt… happy. I was building the Nourishing Road — The Pilgrim’s Road — from The People to my World. And soon — Very soon — the Road would lead them Home.

Dreams. Philanthropic Circles. Passions and Dreams. Roads to your Dreams. This would be the New World Business-Money Model only… It wasn’t Business at all. It was Human.

I found the word “Phronesis” today and realized instantly the word “Phroneology.” I felt the world sink deep into my and I smiled. I understood what I had done. All that I had done.

My god, do I love The Ancient Greeks. They have given me all that I ever needed in my life.

I would go to sleep and work on the Stone tomorrow.

This is SOOOO not how it all went down in Harry Potter.