Osmond goes to his room and turns his laptop on. A foreign thought enters his mind:
"You should start writing that book now."
"Hello Mr Overseer!"
"Today you should at least write the general outline of the book."
Osmond opens up a writing software.
"How much will I have to write every day?"
"That's for you to decide, I'm just here to help out."
"Great!"
He writes down each stage of evolution starting from the undiscriminating worldly human and ending with videhamukti. He then forms a layout to be used for each stage, containing aura appearance, requirements necessary to attain the next stage, attainments specific to that particular stage, changes regarding karma, changes regarding occult anatomy, changes regarding the mind, eye level, as well as pleasantness or unpleasantness of the stage.
"Add which fetters one's liberated from."
Osmond adds that as well.
"Foreword or maybe afterword?"
"I thought I'd write those last, after I finish the rest of the book."
"At least add them to the outline."
He adds them to the outline.
"Is this enough for today?"
"Yes, but you can write more if you want to."
"Mmm… For now I'll make a draft for the undiscriminating worldly man, then we'll see."
After writing for a while longer, Osmond saves the file and closes his laptop.
"I think that's enough for today. Thank you for your help."
The Overseer does not respond. Osmond goes to the kitchen.
"What should I make today?" –He thinks while fiddling with his chin. He washes his hands, goes back to the kitchen and opens the fridge. He notices a sad, old celery root half and some lemons in an otherwise empty drawer.
"Ah geez, I gotta go to the store again."
Osmond goes to the convenience store, quickly does his shopping and comes back, then unloads the groceries and washes his hands. He begins cooking. First, he preheats the oven to 220°C/425°F.
Then, he rinses the rice and puts it in a pot, leaving it aside to let it soak. He peels some sweet potatoes, washes them, dries them, and slices them into bite sized pieces. He puts them in a glass baking dish and sprinkles them with oil, salt and powdered ginger, then tosses them around a bit and puts them in the oven. Osmond sets a timer on his phone and goes back to his room. He chooses not to masturbate.
After reading and not masturbating for around 45 minutes, he checks the potatoes in the oven.
"5 more minutes."
He rinses the rice again, then adds double as much water as there is rice, a teaspoon of turmeric and some salt. He puts the pot on the stove and sets it to high. Soon, the water starts simmering. Osmond turns the oven off and pulls out the sweet potatoes. He looks at the oven clock, then groans.
"I started cooking too early." -He says out loud.
Soon enough, the water starts boiling. Osmond covers the pot with a lid and reduces the heat to low. He then lies down on the couch and stares at the ceiling. His eyes slowly close and he begins to doze off. After some time, he suddenly jolts up, runs to the kitchen, looks at the oven clock and breathes out a sigh of relief – 19 minutes have passed. He turns the stove off and sets the rice aside. Feeling as if he could fall asleep even while standing, he sluggishly pours himself a glass of water and drinks it, then puts the glass down next to the sink. He leans on the counter, crosses his arms and stares at the floor, trying to keep his eyes open as much as possible. A few minutes later, he thinks,
"There's no way I can wait for Natalie like this. I'll eat right away, go to sleep, and apologize when I wake up."
Osmond uncovers the rice and puts the lid on the counter.
"I offer this food to God, Om Tat Sat."
He takes a plate, serves his food, thanks God for it and quickly eats, not even tasting what he made. Soon, he finishes eating, puts his plate and fork in the sink, covers the rice with the lid and uses the kitchen towel from before to wipe the wet spot on the counter where the lid was. He goes to his bedroom, climbs into his bed, and without even covering himself with a blanket, he falls asleep.