October 26, 2019, in a meditative state:
As I return from the blackness of meditation, I see a very old man with long white hair and long white beard sitting in front of me. He’s wearing a full-body length white garment that I would call a dress if a woman was wearing it. (The garment has another name that I don’t know.)
He’s seated in a full-lotus position, with his eyes closed. I admire his posture, with one foot on each thigh, one hand resting on the other in a mudra in his lap, his shoulders back, and his chin tucked.
Not knowing what to do of whether he even speaks English, I whisper, “Hello.”
His eyes open gently, and he looks at me with a small, pleasant smile. “Welcome,” he replies.