When I entered my apartment, the clock struck seven. I sat on my chair and wondered what to do, as I had nothing to do.

I tried to remember and understand Punit’s words. It was difficult to believe everything he said. But, strangely, I was not able to reject his words as useless.

An inaudible voice from my heart murmured "Call, dig, throw; call, dig, throw." With each passing minute, the voice became stronger and stronger. It was sticky.

I decided to give it a go.

I got up from my chair to do some warm up exercises. Then, I sank into my armchair comfortably, removed my shoes, stretched my legs and closed my eyes.

I began to observe my thoughts.

The first thought was about the breakfast. The chicken was not hot. I should have asked the salesgirl to give me a new hot piece. I refused to think further.

The next moment, the second thought sprang. It was about Arnold Schwarzenegger. Would the terminator be a good governor of California? Would he act in movies again? I stopped there.

There was a momentary pause before the third one crawled in. It was about the airport restaurant salesgirl. The name badge on her red shirt said that she was Debbie. When she served me breakfast, her pale white left thigh flashed for a moment through the slit of her black skirt.

I lingered on the thought. I did not want to reject it. The image flashed again and again. I felt good to think about her beautiful body. I indulged in it and forgot myself for a while.

Gradually, the decision to do consecration began to lose its intensity.

Suddenly, I realized that I was on the wrong track, gathered myself, opened my eyes and scolded myself for losing the sense of purpose.

I did not want to close my eyes. If I did, Debbie would trouble me again with her natural resources. Precisely at that moment, I remembered to call the fire and ask for help.

I imagined a flame of white fire in the middle of my chest. I told the fire in silence like a child, "Hello, I don’t know who you are. I suppose you exist. Please answer me. I don’t challenge or deny your existence. Something in me tells that you exist. Otherwise, I would not be talking to you. I want to dig the parts of my financial problem and throw them into you. Drive away the disturbing thoughts. What I can’t do, I am sure, you can do. Please help me."

With that simple prayer, I closed my eyes and got ready to reject the next thought.

But, there was a little miracle. The thoughts that came in were only about my problem. Useless thoughts did not show up their ugly or beautiful faces.

I thought about my business. I imagined that I threw the name of my business into the tiny little fire in my chest.

I required thirty thousand dollars. I told the fire, "I need thirty thousand dollars. I consecrate my need to you."

Then, I thought about the overdue bills. I consecrated them one by one to the white fire.

I remembered my products, employees, bank, suppliers and customers and threw them in the burning fire. The fire grew a little and became stable.

There was nothing for a few moments.

Debbie smiled seductively and asked, "What can I do for you?"

I ignored her. She disappeared.

I concentrated on the fire. I went back in time.

I recalled the ups and downs of my business. I gave them to the fire.