i must return to the garden, i like it a lot, at the moment it's making an indistinct unique sound, a little drum and bass in nature, it's very rhythmic, it's loud, like i have headphones on. i like it, it's calling...
these days i feel like a writer, i really am just writing, that's all i ever wanted to do, and now i've written i feel like i should stop and paint a painting. 
i'm trying to express myself in multitudes of ways in some ultimate expression, what does that mean? growth, development, exploration, all calling me. 
there's so many forces and angels at work, it's such a diverse universe, intelligence everywhere waiting to meet us, engage, play, i have to say, reading mr. blacks book has been devoured by my subconscious, it's brilliantly filled with magick, well done mr.black, you're the bees knees! 
i'm loving reading and learning from it, you're connecting dots for me and it's a great sign post on my journey, i salute you.
please readers, buy it, read it and make your own mind up. its the present i want to buy ALL my friends this xmas. 
i can't fucking afford to, curses! but i am begging you all, please drop everything and read this book.