It was a subtle shift in her being.
And that was to be the first of many signs.
Perhaps signs is not the right word...
Perhaps...experiences is better.
For each time it came to pass,
the experience was not at all like merely observing something inanimate
such as a sign or symbol,
and gleening some fact or directive.
No...not like that at all.
Each experience was...
Living.

As if dimensions had somehow gathered to commune with with one another...
And with her.
Perhaps it is best to describe these experiences by what they did for her...
In the end it would to be everything she needed.

They were subtle at first. Having little effect on her world around her.
Thats why she would ignore them...at first.
But soon she realized that she may never be able to forget them,
and that it was because she had refused them too often that she now did not know them.
These experiences...
These shifts...
Dimensions...
They were a part of her.
They had been lost but not forgotten.
So, maybe thats why she took them to be mere signs?

She was the bravest woman I'd ever met.
An open hearted and open minded lady with a dedication to family and community that defined loyalty and epitomized lovingkindness.
In the face of horrific traumas, tragic abandonments, and hopeless depressions,
she maintained her dignity and kept her vows.
She had never hidden from the world and the demands of her life.
She had never neglected her duties to any family member or friend.
She was not a scared person.
Viligant, maybe. Maybe even hyper vigilant to a degree at times, but never really scared.

But over time, the signs were no longer as subtle.
A subtle and inconsequential shift in being had become frequently more intense and more random.
And more personal.
A simple thing or sound might trigger her.
Like a child's cries heard far off, or the particular glow of a streetlight passing through fog and rain.
She could not deny that she was being approached, beseeched, and beckoned.
By what? By whom?
She dare not ask why.

One night she lay in her bed alone looking at the ceiling and thinking of the stars beyond.
And she thought if she could reach one and speak with it...
What would it say?
That night she had not realized it,
but she had been heading purposefully toward another experience...
The most powerful experience ever...
One that would change everything.
It happened quickly and suddenly, as she lay asking herself what might a star say if she spoke with one.
Sighing in sadness she thought,
No it was foolish to think.
She was alone in this place.

The moment she had finished her thought, a thick, heavy darkness enveloped her peripheral view leaving a dim window of light.
And she heard...no she saw...no she...felt?
She heard/saw/felt... Something.
It was too much to comprehend at first but finally she gathered her resolve and focused.
Then she finally acknowledged it.
She acknowledged a Voice.
"I am with you Beloved."
And though she hadnt heard it audibly she knew that it was answering her inquiry of the star and...