I can feel it, something in the air
Winds are changing, the tide is turning
Planets align neatly in the sky
Messages lay inscribed in the clouds
A flock of doves signals from above
A melodious song hums in my ear
Obstacles morph into opportunities
Problems work themselves out just fine
All the pieces fit seamlessly together
An invisible hand waits at my side
Angels unseen clear the path ahead
Luck and Providence stand in my corner
The enemy called Resistance is steamrolled
Underneath the building momentum
I can see the iron filaments
Align with this new magnetic field
Coincidences pile high at my doorway
People appear from the cracks to assist
Every item required by this movement
Is effortlessly attracted to me
My only duty is to let myself
Be pushed forward by this magical power
The cause of which was a simple decision
That opened the floodgates of manifestation
The process of creation and all things that are
A process that carries infinite power
A power we each hold in the palms of our hands
Summoning it forth every time we take action
–Jason Westlake
Sat., October 28, 2006
