Signs and Omens I had a bit of a Revelation yesterday. Those lucky enough to know me personally will testify to the fact that I may seem obsessed with certain numbers as they appear in the world around me, especially in auto license plates. The Signs and Omens served only to reinforce or draw attention to whatever I happened to be thinking. And the reinforcement was always positive and encouraging. Never did I interpret the Signs in connection with anything bad. Anyway, they were my Thing. Then yesterday I was Thinking: I imagined a dark sheet with holes poked in it. Bright light from behind shines through. I interpret the points of light akin to the License Plate-- Small glimpses of a greater Process going on-- but then I really think.  I'm looking at the hole-- I'm looking at the License Plate, I'm focusing, giving attention to this material thing. Not the Light. The Revelation? Signs and Omens, though in essence good, are more a Trap of the Material World in the Guise of Gift. The sweet bait of the Light to get me hooked on the window, you know? Anyway. I'm glad I was able to figure it out. Now, as I look at the world, I am free from that semi-obsession... free from drawing my attention away from better Contemplations just to give importance to what I am thinking by looking at some thing. I'm not really crazy. I'm just sharing that inner stuff most people keep to themselves. You're not really here, I'm alone, typing in the dead of night. This is just me. Thinking. Which reminds me of the Revelation I had the other day but was too lazy to write about then... I call it: You Pick The Time.