BEHOLD, THIS, is the new process. I have slaved and searched for years and years. Gone to the ends of the earth wearing not but a pair of sandals. Searched the darkest corners of the soul. And have arrived here. In a vision it was given to me. Del Thompson appeared in smoke and light and with a role of secret drafting paper in one hand and a trumpet in the other. He handed me the paper, and said, "Use this, and prosper mightily." Then he raised the horn and blew it with all the fury of a winter storm, right in my ear. And then I awoke to my cell phone ringing an awful fanfare ring I had not set it to. But I had it. I had the simple three step process to re-align the solar system. To set the stars, once and for all, to rights.