I took a deep breath, and the humming began behind my left ear. I now knew how I'd solved that math problem in Ashmore's class. Everything, every thought that came to us came from heaven through our guardian angel, our genius, when we were at peace in our hearts and in balance in our brains. So yes, I was barking up the right tree with all these thoughts and words that were coming out of my mouth. And with such ease.

Crazy Loco Love: A Memoir (2008)