I am sitting here at my desk thinking about the nature of the universe, as I often do. I’m thinking about how what we put out there comes back to us. When I say, “Out there,” I’m referring to an invisible field. In this field, all the substances of the things we haven’t yet seen exist. They wait to come together at our requests.

Yesterday, I tried to come up with a name for this invisible field that permeates all that is. In my upcoming novel, I call it “Ti.” I think some people refer to it as the Quantum Field. Some people call it the Vortex. But in my mind it’s always been the Spirit Realm. It’s a reality that supersedes this one where all that exists here must first be imagined and created there. And just like the physical reality, it has principles of operation. However, those laws differ from the physical ones. Oh, and the only currency there–is love.

Principles of Operation

One of the principles of operation is that whatever we broadcast into this realm comes back to us. Another way of saying it is that when we ask, it is given. I remember something that Jesus said. He talked about how if we say to a mountain, ‘Be plucked up and cast into the sea.’ If we don’t doubt in our hearts, it is as good as done. And the apostle, Paul, he spoke of calling those things which are not as though they were. He even said that faith was the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen. In another place, he mentioned that the things we see are made of unseen things.

The Hitch

But here’s a hitch. As soon as we imagine an inspired possibility and get excited about it, there will be a voice. It can be either inward or outward. This voice tells us all the reasons the thing we imagined can’t be. It’s doubt. And let me tell you! People will have a multitude of ideas about your ideas. I recall the advice about casting your pearls before swine. Our inspirations are precious. And if we share them too soon or with the wrong people, it’s like throwing diamonds in a pigpen. They won’t realize what’s in their midst and will devalue them, trample them into the mud.

Too Many Voices

There are so many voices screaming at us, trying to drown out the voice of inspiration and creative force. These voices are like the flutes in Max Lucado’s parable, Song of the King. They are like lost wanderers. They emerge from the forest to play their own songs. Their music drowns out the one song that is true to our hearts. There is the song of doubt, of conventional wisdom, of modern trends, of criticism and many more. Silencing the influences of those songs requires a deliberate act. We must turn inward to hear the song that is true to our own God-given identities.