“A shift in Universe, what do you mean?” she asked. “What are you speaking of?”
He smiled, “Maybe, in speaking open and true before God—or Universe—if that’s what we want to call It; being open and vulnerable before sensing and sentient force; It understands. It recognizes and discerns sincerity, goodness of heart indifferent to human judgment and standards; and knowing our desire and soul-truth; opportunity is afforded to the Dream. A door is opened, obstacle removed; an absurdity and impossibility—while still unlikely—is given chance; and all we can do is make step in direction to the dream.
It doesn’t have to make sense. We’re not talking sense. We’re talking scope beyond anything we can imagine; and yet God provides discernment enough to make the hair on our arms and neck raise as we sense a Truth too fantastic to believe with any rationality.
It’s not magic. It’s God: response from a Greater All of which we are a piece composed and—when aligned—encouraged and provided to achieve both God’s and soul’s aim.”
“How do you know?”
“You don’t?”
“It’s faith. Proof is not the premise: it’s Belief. We either follow, make movement, or shrug it off and dismiss the shudder and trembling, choosing to hold in a rationality of objective limits in denial to miracle and mystery; never daring to be an instrument—used and gifted—by a Greater.”
The hairs on her arms rose, just as he had spoken, as she discerned invitation to step in movement for a life with new and different guide: direction, course, and end point veiled in future left to mystery.
She shuddered, uncertain. Could such a fantasy be True?