We are God. Me, myself, and I. Am I but an ageing Catholic schoolboy? Who, as I am informed by my own mother, in writing this book, has lost his soul. When one has no God, no soul, and no heaven. When one has lost everything. What can one do? Are my writings the last ramblings of a madman? A soul lost unanswered by his God. Are my words a last effort to hurt a creator who has ignored me? Am I disillusioned, am I wrong? Does God listen to my words, my wants, my prayers? I hear no answer, nothing except me. We make our own prisons, our own heavens, our own hells. They are very real, inescapable and they exist in our heads. We can never escape that which we make for ourselves. Not until we decide to set ourselves free. Have I manifested what it is I want? If we can each have whatever it is we wish for. Why do I not have everything? If all we need to do is see in our mind what it is that we want. Know that it is ours, and it will be. This will be a beautiful experiment to see if I get what I want. I have been conditioned all my life to believe that life is hard. That it should be hard. It is hard to fight one's own mind. It was not long ago that I believed I had to wait on God for everything. This is so not true. We decide what it is that we can do, no one else, we decide. At the time of writing this, I have everything, want for nothing, and have nought. No car, no money, no house. I have listed what it is I want from this universe. By way of manifestation, scripting, and visualisation, I have to receive what it is I want. I have nowhere to hide. Everything I have asked for is in black and white. We will find out together if I receive what it is I want. Yet, in my mind, I have.