This is embarrassing to admit, but I’ve been submitting requests to the universe like I’m placing an order in a restaurant, and my only job is to make the request as clear as possible and wait patiently.  But a part of waking up, or becoming fully conscious, or becoming lucid in this collective dream, whatever you want to call it, is to discover that you are not only the patron at the table–you are the cook and the chef and the host and the janitor–you are the whole restaurant!  After you put in an order, guess who is fulfilling it.  You!  Not the you flipping indecisively through the menu.  The larger you, that expanse of awareness stretching out beyond your little identity, the one that is also me… and the dude in the next booth.

I went in, sat down and ordered the enlightenment special, and I’ve been sitting here surprised that the waitress never came back.  Of course she didn’t.  Everyone is waiting for me to start cooking.  The moment I begin… that is the special itself.