The longer one’s life in this world, the more one comes into the understanding that all things, which make up this life, are governed by some hidden invisible spiritual power.

What is this power that flow’s through this created universe.

I do wonder where this place really is, which seems to regulate all the events?

Yes we believers do somewhat have an answer; it is written in the scriptures.

But how many of us truly do have this ability to see beyond the written word, and pierce into the dimensions of the world that is spirit.

How many of us know, or want to know, that there is a place like this that does exist?

We look into this created order, which we are a member of, water, sky, trees, flowers, birds, animals, seasons.

We see that they are all carried by something that is so otherworldly?

We stand in wonder, what is this life force that seems to have no need from us.

Why do these things move so harmoniously, so effortlessly.

How can such things as this be so hidden to the senses, which we posses?

What is this strange mystical world, which one knows is real, but so far away, yet so close to us.

Maybe one doesn’t need to understand these things, but I seem to find myself standing back with this longing.

I must know! I need to know, I have to know!

When did this longing come? It’s real, it’s there, it’s given, its free?

One thing I do know, is that all the events, which makes up this present life, are in some kind of subjection to this invisible world that is spirit.

This strange mystical magical place, a place that does have an answer our questions.

We created creatures, we cannot escape from this otherworldly reality.

We are in subjection to this strange arena, which we call life.

All of our movements, which make up this life, are in some form of subjection to this wonderful place.

To me it almost seems that without this invisible world, humanity is just a blank canvas, waiting for the force of creative energy,

to live, to feel, to love, to laugh, to cry?

As I stand back with this understanding, I find myself in absolute amazement, how in the world can these things be so?

Yes we mortals call it luck, karma, and other such verbiage, but this is so all-inclusive to truly what is.

These mysteries, which we long to look into, they are not given cheaply, they are only given when one longs, one seeks, one asks, one prays?

There is a door, waiting for all who would come, all who would knock, all who would enter, all who would find, all who would understand, and all who would live?