“Yes, sir. I want to do what you want me to. Thank you so much for the reminder again. Thank God, you put up with me.” The Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan, and I were seated in the New Mexico Estates on a crisp Tuesday afternoon. I remember that it was Tuesday because communication on Tuesday, Mars day, war day, should be done consciously, and this was a Tuesday, the worst day to need his help as, inevitably, it would take longer and more doubt had to be overcome.