The revelation happened when I was walking across the Rite Aid parking lot with the intention of buying some box wine after I had decided to quit drinking alcohol.
I decided that was a good test of any “higher power” out there.
Of course, I being I, I had never conceded that the power one was plucking was “higher” at all. It was just power. The power to hold firm in my commitment to stay off booze. I was not trying to prove the principle false. I had not hope, but certainly patience. That was my thought mode.
I remember thinking, “I could use a bump up right now.” At least, that is how I would translate a desire that had no words to it. I imagined that happening.
I felt a WHOOSH pass through me!
I forgot about the wine. Ycch. I kept going through the parking lot and spent that money on some food.
That happened.