"Do you know that you were designed and made perfect before you were born?" Said this mysterious Voice. Haran looks all around and does not see anyone in sight. He has never heard this Voice before, but he feel as if he has known this Voice all his life. So Haran does not question it. He finishes his walk and comes back to his house. When he tries to open the door, he remembers that he left the key in his home since he did not intend to return. The Voice continues to talk to him.
"Follow me, and I will make your paths straight," said the Voice. The second time the Voice speaks, he realizes that there were no other humans near him, and the Voice was not his. He was led to go to the back of his house, and he screams,
"Who are you?" And the world around him goes silent.
"I am who I am," said the Voice. "I need you to let go of all your worldly possessions and sell them to the poor." Haran thinks to himself,
"I have to sell all my things? I thought I was poor." he said to the Voice, "Who is poorer than me? I lost all these things! I lost my job, my fiancé, and my mother! I lost everything that I ever cared about!" he puts his head in his hands and starts to weep.
The Voice responses. "You are a mighty man of valor, and your destiny was already written."
"If I am so strong and powerful, why do I struggle with all these little things! I can't even hold a job! I didn't even remember to bring my keys out of the house! I have nothing here anymore," Haran cries as snot runs down his nose.
"You might have lost them physically, but you are still holding on to this material world. Let go, Haran. I will show a world beyond your wildest dreams." Haran starts to pick up on what the Voice is putting down. Haran recalls all the things he holds close to his heart. He thought about how, in his past, others' options of him influenced his life; he reminisces about how he enjoyed worldly things, energy, money, lust for the eyes, and lust for the flesh.
He thought about the way he treated people and the way he treated them ; how he treated his wife and mother. He took all these feelings and offered them as a gift to the Voice.
Haran felt deep contrition for his past. "I know how I used to live is not the best way of living this life. I nearly killed myself because of this lifestyle. I no longer want to live in this old way of thinking," Haran spoke these words with his heart, and the Voice found his words pleasing.
"Come with me. I have something to show you."
Just then a fire chariot with four horses made with fire appeared before Haran.
"Hang on tight" says the Voice. Haran closes his eyes and is immediately taken to a place outside of the realm. When Haran opens his eyes, he sees that the ground that he is now walking on is a floor above the stars. The floor is made of see-through-gold. He sees what looks like a marvelous place laced with gold trim and precious metals. Haran looks at his clothes, no longer in his work attire, now dressed in the finest robes he has ever worn. His body, now glorified, without scratches or blemishes as if he had received a new vessel, beautiful and sharply defined. In front of him is the Voice, now a visible body. He is communicating with two other People.
"Ruach HaKodesh, is this the one you have been telling us about?" Says one of the People of the Majestic Three, the one sitting on the Throne another at his right hand.
Haran looks closer and sees these magnificent beings dressed in fine linens. From the way they carried themselves, he could tell that they were of utmost importance.
"Let us meet him," says the one at his right hand.
"I will invite him to enter our courts," Says Ruach HaKodesh. "Haran, step forth."
As he comes into their presence, he passes through the gates of praise with beautiful artwork and trumpets.
As Haran moved closer, their light shined so brightly that he had to close his eyes as he moved in their direction. The brightness was overbearing and made him fall to his knees in the presence of this Holy Trinity.
"This is the one." Said The Voice. Haran learns that the name of The Voice is Ruach HaKodesh. "ABBA, the one that I would like for your son, Yeshua."
"All Glory and Honor and Praise belongs to You," said Haran from his knees.