I don't know what to make of this. That baby boy showed up in my meditation again this morning. In my sister's voice, he said, It's me. I said, Where are you? and he said, India, Calcutta. He said, Come and see me in Calcutta.
This is not a dream, it's meditation, when my mind is supposed to be clear, attentive, sharp.
My rational mind accuses my imagination of making all this up. It's not "real." The voices that I hear are all my own. There's a whole other part of my mind that questions everything. Could this be real?
I'm left... bewildered. Can anyone out there help me? Can I "go to Calcutta" without actually going there? I'm going to England this coming Monday, for my sister's funeral.