My beloved aunt, Titi Gladys, once told me that in a previous life, I had been a scribe monk who lived in a monastery high up on a mountain precipice, dedicating my life to transcribing ancient books. (I remember seeing and holding one of those amazingly enormous medieval books, a Bible, that a millionaire whom I had the privilege of visiting with a friend when I lived in LA, had on her coffee table.)
My aunt said that I was the cosmic custodian of one such book.
Now I understand that my mission in life remains the same, and that I fulfill it by what I'm now sharing on Substack: the teachings of the Ascended Masters and the Great White Brotherhood.