About 20 years ago, I was out for a walk one night and encountered a doctor walking his dog. “It’s a beautiful evening,” he said, “just look at the stars.” And it was: one of those clear evenings where the night sky dazzles. Out of my mouth popped the words, “And we’re made of that stardust.” Later, I felt embarrassed, because this was very early in the ascension process for me, and I didn’t know why I’d said that.