A well meaning, but completely inappropriate, Plutonian interference is to blame for a seemingly accidental meeting with a man who had at one point in his life lost everything, but then found it all again in Tibet. Mercilessly pummel this forgetful person for philosophical thoughts for a book that you intend to write in your retirement. WARNING: DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES TELL HIM WHERE YOU LIVE.

This month your favored meditation color will be orange, and the chant sound will be not dissimilar to 'Uhhmmmmm - aaaaah!'.