Several years ago, during a period of lucid visions, one in particular made me giggle like a silly girl.

In it, Father gave me a unicorn.  Seriously!  He said, “I have a gift for you.” And then He presented me with a beautiful white unicorn.  It looked like a horse with a horn.  I immediately left the vision, and for weeks I couldn’t tell anyone.

Eventually I told a close friend, and she asked why I giggled every time I said the word, unicorn?

“Well, it seems ridiculous and makes me sound  incredibly nutty.”  I answered.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because unicorns aren’t real!  Which means my visions are too fantastical and no one will take them or me seriously.”

“But you told me.” she returned.

“Yes, I finally told someone because I thought you would be the least judgmental.”

“Then tell me the whole thing.”

So, I did.  I explained that the week before, Father had shown me a large, long bridge and when I walked across it, I would end up in the heavenly realm.  But it took me so long to walk across the bridge.  So the next day, Father said that He had a gift for me and promptly lead a pure, white unicorn up to my hand.

At first I turned away and rejected looking at it.  When He asked me why I turned away, I had the same response I had with my friend.  “It’s a fantasy creature and if you are giving me one, then I must stop and reconsider whether I believe in my visions at all.”

Father pressed onward and coaxed me to turn and look.  Finally, in turning to see it, I absorbed how beautiful it was.  Still I giggled and kept trying to turn away.

Then Father took my hand and raised it up to the unicorn’s muzzle.  Oh my, it’s nose and face were softer than any animal I’d ever felt.  Then it stepped closer to me, nuzzled me, and laid it’s head on my shoulder while closing it’s eyes, as though it loved me.

I said, “Father, what does this mean?”

He said, “I’ve given you Aslan to carry you across the bridge and then accompany you through the heavenly realm.  He’ll answer any questions you might have.”

Immediately I turned away again.  And again, Father asked why.

“Because his name is Aslan!  It’s obvious that this vision isn’t real because that’s the name of the lion from the Narnia stories.”

“That’s because He was named after C.S. Lewis’s lion just as you were named after your mother’s cousin.” Father explained.

It was completely logical.  I couldn’t argue it.  But still the vision of a unicorn seemed to tip me over the edge, and I withdrew, and walked away once more.

Father didn’t condemn me.  I knew He wouldn’t.  He always gives me whatever time I need to absorb His surprises.

During the next few weeks, I ventured to tell another close friend, who also did not laugh.  And then I giggled.

“There are unicorns in the Old Testament.”  she stated simply.

“Really?!” I exclaimed and immediately ran to do the research.  Sure enough, they are mentioned three times.

Next, I mentioned it to my grown son, halfway expecting his laughter to join mine.  But he was as serious as my friends had been.

“That’s not so difficult to conceive, Mom.  After all, we’re talking about a horn on the forehead of a horse.  Consider all the strange animals and creatures that exist now and may have existed in the past.  A horn is easy to accept.” he said.

I was shocked and amazed that my three most trusted people hadn’t found my vision silly at all.  But rather, my first friend encouraged me to go back and accept my gift.  She said there was a more complex reason Father had given me Aslan, and I needed to accept him to find out what that was.

I’m a bit ashamed to say that it took me a couple weeks to go back.  I apologized to Father for my rudeness, which seemed to be less than noticed by Him.  He just urged me forward.

I apologized to Aslan for rejecting him, which resulted in even more deep nuzzling of amazing love, and then an invitation to “hop-on”.

He became a beautiful, loving companion that day and an excellent guide into the heavenly realm.  He knew everything and explained things easily.

Later on that day, I said to him, “I’m not rejecting you anymore, but it occurs to me that you are just a representation of Jesus.  Is that what you are?”

He nuzzled me deeply and said, “Of course I am, but that doesn’t make me any less a unicorn.  I’m as real as anything in your life.  I am in everything I ever created, which includes much you’ve never seen or known.  I can be whatever I chose, to whomever I chose.  How will you accept fantastic miracles, unless you accept my limitlessness?  I can’t exist in a box because I will break it to pieces.”

His love to me through Aslan was another step in learning to receive from Him.  I hadn’t known how my perception was limiting His abilities in my life.

He sets me free of all my perceptions with His amazingly, gentle Love!