VOICES

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.