I’m in a clearing with about a dozen people in pale purple robes. I see Mahatma Gandhi, Mary Baker Eddy, and the Native American Prophet, Wovoka. Albert Einstein is in an intense conversation with Ida Rolf, Samuel Hahnemann, and D. D. Palmer. Sigmund Freud and Dennis Gabor, the developer of holography, are listening quietly, taking notes. An owl quietly shifts from foot to foot in a nearby tree.

In the center of the clearing, a fire is burning under a pot that bubbles and steams as the Greek god, Hermes, stirs it with a caduceus. I approach him.

“What is your wish, my son?” he asks.

I take out my list and start reading.

“I want to help a lot of people. I want to learn how to help people heal themselves. People with everything - back and neck pain, emotional stuff like PTSD - you name it! I want to do it in minutes, not hours. I don’t want to hurt myself anymore, either. And while I’m at it, I’d like to bring a little joy into my life, and discover my own consciousness. But I don’t want to have to spend another four years in school. I want to learn it fast and easy. And I don’t want it to cost a lot of money, either,” I tell him.

Usually, he squints up at me and says, “Yeah, right. Come back when you have a cure for the common cold.” But this time, something strange happens. A blissful smile comes over his face, and he hands me a business card.

“Call Charles,” he says. “Tell him I sent you.”