I was running in the cemetery this afternoon, was at my parents' and my mother's parents' graves a little before two P.M. I let my attention focus on my breathing, but my mind wandered to why I was there this time. It was to celebrate my humanity, my biology even, with my Collective Conscious Breath at two o'clock. Warm and slightly cloudy. I always let my imagination take over while in that sacred spot. I let them know why I was there, what the Collective Conscious Breath is about. I have the idea that a significant part of their Heavens are in me, in my mind, in whatever goodness they might have instilled in me. Not only in me,but also in everyone they have loved. I included them in that breath. I could imagine the happy sounds of their breathing. I had to remind my grandmother not to hyperventilate. I endowed the event with Holiness. I imagine myself with the authority to do just that!