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One winter morning as wind threw rain against my window, I got an internal push to write a something I never thought I would, a nonfiction book Not just that, I got a general picture of how it would go - including the word count which turned out to be exactly right, weeks later. The subject, revelations that somehow come from meditating every day, was utterly new to me. I'm tempted to say I tapped into something, but the truth is something else. It was more like, "Get out of the way. I want to get at that keyboard." Something, some inner conscious awareness, got ahold of me. For weeks, I sat down every morning and pounded out the ideas that were given to me. Sometimes, I even laughed out loud at the sheer fun of it. I learned to pay less attention to grammar, punctuation and spelling because it slowed up the flood of insights. I could always edit later. Funny thing was, when I went back to edit, I read things that I not only did not remember, but had never thought about before, to my knowledge. It was great privilege I was honored to receive as a gift. I can only hope you're able to share some of my excitement and joy. As a gift, I hope it's also just right for you.