One day, I was teaching a day long class. Late in the class, I asked one of the students, Lilly, to lead us in a guided meditation. We closed our eyes and with her gentle voice, the Lilly guided us through a lovely meditation.
We were guided to a healing temple.
Everything in the meditation moved slowly. It felt almost timeless. The colors were pale, soft and lovely. Everything glowed. The student guided us to a healing temple and asked us to enter. In my imagination, I saw it as pure white with a domed ceiling held by columns of white marble. Serene and beautiful.
Lilly asked us to imagine that three healing guides had arrived to give us a healing experience. We were to choose which guide we wanted to help us. To choose, I began to look at each one individually, starting with the one on the left. I imagined the first guide as a female and draped in a long robe. Still and statuesque. She was surrounded by a pink glow. The next similar but bathed in a soft green light. Lovely and serene.
What I saw made me laugh!
When I focused on the third guide, instead of seeing another elegant healing guide, I saw my German Shepherd’s face! I wanted to laugh aloud! Not only could I see her big head and big ears, but she was up close, in detail and full color. It was if she had poked her long nose through a psychic curtain into my meditation! It was like Mount Rushmore!
Pippi was staring directly at me with a demanding face, as if to say, “Do you not know what time it is?! It’s time for dinner and you’re not here to give it to me!” I snuck a look at my phone to see the time. Dinner time, of course! 6 p.m. exactly. I completely lost my concentration and had to stop from laughing. (As soon as I arrived home, she got her dinner.)
What do you think? Imagination or psychic?
Let’s evaluate. Was Pippi’s appearance imagined or was it a psychic experience? I like to ask questions and I encourage you to review your experiences, too.
Was it my subconscious? We all have an internal clock. Some part of my mind could have tracked the time, knowing it was 6 o’clock exactly and then imagined my dog and her demanding expression.
The feeling, movement and colors of the meditation were a complete contrast to Pippi’s appearance. But either could be imagination.
The meditation felt like imagination. Pippi’s appearance seemed much more “real” and much stronger in looks, colors and feeling.
There was a psychic message along with the visual. It was, “Dinner time! Come home now!”
Pippi and I could easily communicate psychically.
Psychic information is often surprising. I couldn’t have imagined that Pippi would pop in. I was expecting was to have a gentle experience with an imagined guide.
My years of experience help me to distinguish between my imagination and my psychic experiences.
What do you think it was, imagination or a psychic experience?
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