The title of my life is Hakookum. I have no idea what that means. I thought having a title would give my life focus, meaning and direction. I asked the voices in my head for a title. The voices said nothing. They guided me out of my body to that place that is the source of all creative ideas.
That place is nowhere and everywhere. Every person who has created anything whether it be an invention, sculpture, painting, novel, short story or blagamet has gone there. No one can create without going there. That place is so dark that you cannot see anything, yet so bright that you can see everything.
I stood for a moment, and then asked out loud, “Can you give me a title for my life, please?”
Immediately I heard and saw the word Hakookum. I was about to ask what hakookum means, but found myself back in my body.
The title of my life is Hakookum. I do not know what it means, but I am having fun.
By the way, I mentioned blagamet only because I saw one while I was at that place. The blagamet telepathically told me, “I don’t exist yet. I am waiting for someone to create me.”