I receive everything I need from the Universe. Food, shelter, protection, love, family, books, everything important to my well-being. It all comes to me. The Universe is so generous. Thanks, Universe, I say, for everything. But I have a favor to ask. Could I just get one more thing. What is it? the Universe says. My back itches a little, I say, just sort of in the middle of my back, and I can't reach it, do you mind, could you just scratch it there, oh, that's nice, yeah, right there, oh, that feels so good. Thanks, Universe.