The Scent of Prophecy

Prophesy does not come on demand. It happens in fortuitous moments, peculiar constellation. When the sun hits at an immaculate angle. You strike up a conversation that is transhabitual. Touch upon the conflux of concerns which have been floating around pertinent. And you speak effective Truth. Taking up that torch that have passed down the ages. Breaking through, by virtue of what? Not simply your own accord for sure. Naturally, it's grace, of one kind or another. You have to make yourself available however, to let yourself be taken up.