I can’t said the unsure to the jump being bid before him. The fear readily visible on his chin and eyes scrunched to fight back the palsy and frozen nightmares. This man was remade yet clutching the memories of impossibility the narrow purposes of old restrict his flesh, thinking and action. Regardless of observers in quantum participation the outcome remains random and unfulfilled in the moments before trust builds foundation for perfection. The doctrine screams and the fiery will of Spirit wins out over sight, sound and perspiration as my friend let’s go to God’s whisper and bidding. Fly Son, Fly.

Where is the translation, deciphering and analysis of the insides of your eye? Who knows explanation or rules associated with taking the next step. We stand aloft and struggle with the toddler as that moment of balance, courage and inertia produce posture. We are but newborns learning the parameters of operation within a paradigm yet understood. You would ask that I present material, speech, love or promise to accommodate ease in pacification. But each man writes with unique hand, sings with a voice different before God and dreams of things that may never pass muster in the midst of mortal comprehension. These are the things beyond you and me, to speak of them is by nature a venture into that which may yet be knowable.

This heart knows love yet never may find voice to explain the flavor, scent, passion or brevity brought to heart. What then of the inquirer in languages yet written. Shapes and squiggles, nothing but symbols representing: thought, sound and reason. How can a man searching the depths of ponds or fields he has never wandered describe in adequate precision to meet the expectations of those onlooking? I walk, the associative talk is by nature going to capture little comfort useful to second comers. However, consideration of the presence in spirit of Him who transcends time and dimension there is always ample wisdom available to them who diligently seek it. For God approves of this struggled understanding, seeking that which may yet be known or the expanded understanding of rebirth. I may not offer ample description or comfort but that was never my job until such time as I resemble Him.

Do I Now know those things beyond my understanding? Well, I have a helmet of salvation and access to the mind of Christ and in trust/faith may always ask the Spirit for insight. Therefore, these broad expanses of the world to which I currently have sight but inadequate knowledge are simply being described in infant eyes. Can we see wind, can we explain time’s power of humanity, can we explain why water is wet to touch and taste? Dancing and singing to test the tones, rhythm an echo is standard process for accessing depth, breadth and distance. What then are the mechanisms of Spiritual sounding? What process and tools do we now have as norm that we yet to comprehend nor better yet know in application? This is the beginning of tomorrow, finding things beyond the curve with talents, treasures and post human tools designed to navigate eternity. Bear with me as I discover how the sound of my mind transcend or rebounds from the dimension yet expected.