I lay in bed after a Monroe meditation, not expecting much. What came through was surprisingly mathematical. There is polarity in everything right now — and in the zero point where it all cancels out, something quietly opens.

Three losses in two years — my mother, my sister, my beloved dog. And through each one, the veil thinned until I could see the source code of reality itself.

The date January 17 had been flashing in my mind for weeks. On the final day of my Monroe Institute Gateway Voyage, I didn't know yet what it meant. Then my niece's text arrived.