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.
(Skipping past our introduction ...)
I feel like a little child and he feels like a caring grandfather, like you want him to hug you or hold your hand while you’re wherever you are, because you know he’s there to help you.
“You have some ways to go,” he says, “but because of your hard work and also your recent doubt, you are getting this glimpse as a small reward. Do you know what I mean?”
“Well, I have been practicing yoga every evening, trying to properly pay attention the way I was taught. I’ve been using my mantras and meditating, and trying to eat well.”
“These are all good, a good path. Do you know what I mean about ‘the doubt’”?
When he said that I remembered that earlier today I had thought about giving up. I felt like my meditation wasn’t making much progress, and the sacrifices I was making made me feel like I had the most boring life in the world. Every vice in the world was calling my name.
“Yes, I think so,” I said. “Earlier today I began to doubt that all of these sacrifices were worth it.”
“Hopefully not so boring now,” he smiled. “Like many others, you were given a gift, but then you lost your way. Now you’re finding the path again. Keep working as you have, focus your awareness, allow your ego to drop. Be pure of heart, help others, and we shall meet again. There are many rewards for following the path, and you have much to discover.”
These words made me feel better about all the sacrifices.
“But,” he continued, “for now, your body isn’t ready for excursions like this, so you must return.”
With this I jumped in quickly, “Before I leave, please, how can I know —”
“How can you know that this is real,” he said, knowing my question.
“Yes.”
“It’s a question you often ask, and it’s a good question, part of what led you here,” he said. “Seeking truth and ultimate reality are of supreme importance.”
When he finished speaking the scenery changed. I found myself looking down at the courtyard of my apartment complex from some vantage point well above my own apartment, maybe fifty feet above the courtyard.
(Here’s the short version of what I saw: To the left I saw an older woman walking a small dog, and the dog was wearing a vest, and its leash was attached to the vest rather than its collar. I saw three people by the swimming pool, and then maybe 30 seconds later a woman came in from the right to check her mail.)
Then my scenery changed again, and I was seated back in the cave, but now an old woman with long white hair was seated in front of me in the place where the old man had been.
“When you return to your apartment, go out onto your balcony and see what you see.” Her voice was different than the man’s, but I felt like I was speaking with the same being, now feeling like I was with a caring grandmother.
I felt like she understood my confusion and wonder at the gender change, and she smiled gently, repeating the previous words, “Stay on the path, and we will meet again.”
Needless to say, I came out of the meditation, walked onto my balcony, and within a few minutes I saw everything the old man/woman showed me in the courtyard. In summary, they showed me what would go on in the near future — immediately after I stopped meditating and got up — and then something a little further into the future, with the woman checking her mail. Basically they gave me the gift of a precognitive experience.
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