I have recognized that there is no “God.” There is no separate Entity that humans have personified in so many different ways over the centuries. Human imagination has reached out and stretched in a myriad of directions to explain something that has been sometimes felt but never seen.
However, there is the murmur. The Murmur is in all things, material and non-material. I live in a myriad of fields, and there is movement in the fields. The movement is quantified in the reality I can experience. Most of the fields are totally beyond my experience, and their presence is known only by implication. But I know that there is the Murmur that gives reality and shape to my world.
There is an intelligence that give shape to what I am and brings my world into a reality. My interaction with those ripples in the fields around me is my personal reality. The only reality I know. I am at my true best when I harmonize, synchronize, vibrate with the world which is at the margins of my self. And in all, including me, there is always the murmur. The intelligence and dream that shapes me and my world.
I know the Murmur when I yield to it, conform to it, let it shape me thoroughly.