I recall in New York City, many, many years ago, this lady who had retired, she was a high school teacher in Scranton, Pennsylvania. She came to New York City and we became very, very close friends, and what I knew of astrology I taught her. Well, she had a modest income from her retirement fund, but she thought she’d augment it and become a professional astrologer. I taught her how to erect a chart, how to read it, how to progress it, and do all the things with it. One day, I called on her (she lived at the corner of Broadway and 72nd Street) and Norma was in tears. I said, “What’s wrong?” She said, “A total stranger recommended by a very good customer of mine called me up and told me that he wanted to come and see me to project his chart.” I said, “What’s wrong with that?” She said, “He came in and I was sitting at the open window and I had a stack of Ephemerides at the window and a wind blew over the page. I didn’t recheck before I drew the chart, and I drew a man’s chart that was born ten years later. From this chart of a man who was born ten years later, I drew his chart. When he came, I read the chart and he said, ‘Mrs. C., if this thing is true I will wire you $100.’” She said, “I am so convinced that it’s true, give it to me now!” He said, “No, I will wire you $100.” And she read what he wanted to hear, but she was persuaded by her little hieroglyphics, so convinced that she really believed it to the point that she said, “Give it to me now.” I said, “Well now, did you really believe it when you said it?” She said, “Yes!” I said, “Well then, forget it. That’s all that matters. You were self-persuaded that what you saw was true, and you read it believing it, and he believed you, and so the whole thing is done.” It’s based upon the foundation: “Whatever you desire, believe you have received it, and you will” . Well, she said, “That is not the chart.” I said, “I don’t care. Norma, you know that from what we’ve said recently I have outgrown that. I no longer believe in monkey bones, astrology, teacup leaves, numerology or anything outside of my own wonderful human Imagination. That is the foundation and that is Jesus Christ, and there is no other Jesus Christ. He is buried in me and I bear Christ in my body…but I bear what Christ?—my own wonderful human Imagination. Well, if I can persuade myself of anything, that will come to pass; because, all things are possible to him and he is my Imagination. There never was another Jesus Christ.” Well, I couldn’t console her, but that night I was in her place when the phone rang from downstairs and the operator said, “There is a Western Union man here and he wants to see you, should I send him up?” So I was there when this Western Union brought up this little $100 check. It came to pass that day as she foretold and the man kept his promise and wired her $100 by Western Union…and I was there when it happened. But Norma who saw the entire thing and actually witnessed it, because it did bring in a certain sum of money every month, could not bring herself to throw the whole thing through the window, and until she died she was the professional astrologer.720 ¶5