Is there a collection of all information that exists on a higher
level, outside of material reality? Some place in universal space
where all knowledge is known, possibly remembered, and stored?
If so, is it possible to obtain such knowledge, and more importantly,
are we able to access it?
The Reverend Beth Green arranged to conduct a Psychic Awareness
Seminar. We were instructed to bring a photo of someone important
I walked into the large class-type room and was calmed by the
gentle, serene music. The Reverend was seated at the oblong table,
a white-linen cloth draping its top. She sat at the head of the
room, facing several smaller tables with chairs. Dressed in an
ankle-length dark green dress, her hair was a radiant shade of
white. As she welcomed her guests, her voice resonated soft and
I noticed a basket on the table where the others had apparently
placed their photos and I added my own. I joined the other participants
as we introduced ourselves and got acquainted. When all attendees
were present, the Reverend invited us to make ourselves comfortable
at one of the tables of choice. We found seats and placed our
notepads down. We quieted and waited for the Reverend to begin.
am delighted to be here today with all of you. Today you will
remember how to become One with each other, and with the universe
as a whole. I say 'remember' because I am only here to guide you
to a place we have all been to before. We will be entering what
is known as the collective unconscious. Think of it as an endless
pool of shared knowledge, accessible to all of us. Quite naturally,
this will feel like familiar territory." My goodness, I thought,
that sounds so . . . right!
The basket containing our photos was passed around the room. We
were told to choose one photo, but not the one we brought. "Look
at it closely, she said. Study it."
After some time, she told us to place the photo near our notepads,
where we would record our findings. The Reverend motioned, and
the music began: Harps, flutes, gentle instruments laced with
the sounds of nature. The lights were dimmed and she lead us into
a guided meditation:
are very much aware of your surroundings and you will be in control
at all times. You will now make yourselves comfortable, and begin
to feel very relaxed. Concentrate on the sound of my voice as
I guide you into a deeper state of relaxation. I will count slowly
and you will go down deep; deeper and deepest as I reach the count
One: You are now very relaxed. Your breathing is deep and easy.
Two: You are drifting much deeper now; feeling weightless, very
relaxed. And three: You are now there. You are completely relaxed.
Your mind has cleared the chatter and you will be open to anything
that comes to you. Here we will access the information we have
Reverend Beth continued to guide us. "You are walking up
to the home of the person in your photo. What does it look like?
. . . Seek the person in your photo. Do you see he or she there?"
Step by step, we listened to her and followed her lead. As we
experienced and explored, we recorded our findings in our notebooks.
Clearly, I saw the home of the person in my picture. There was
a huge swing set in the backyard. I walked toward it and noticed
the perfectly manicured lawn surrounding it. Tall green hedges
lined the back of the property. There was an eerie silence in
this yard -- a definite feeling of sadness. I walked toward the
back door of the house. The door was ajar and I saw the kitchen
area. A shiny green frog on the windowsill . . . And there it
was again, that same sadness! Then very subtly, almost like background
music, I heard I song I know. I wondered if I was drifting from
the meditation. Did it have anything to do with this? I let it
go and continued on. I looked for the little girl in my photo.
She was not in the house. Nobody was home.
Again, the Reverend's voice: "Where are you now?" As
I listened to the Reverend, I looked about and realized, I was
somewhere else! There was a woman here, dressed in a white uniform.
She was a nurse, and I was in a hospital! People were gathered
and most of them were sad or crying. Although the little girl
had been there, I sensed that she no longer was. And I was still
hearing that song in the background!
Nearing the end of our meditation, the Reverend proceeded to a
close: "At the count of three you will become fully awake
and aware . . . ." Slowly, the lights were turned brighter.
My notes were sloppy, but I managed to record my findings. I was
anxious to reveal them and curious about what the others got.
Just how accurate were we? I held up the photo I had chosen and
a woman raised her hand. I remembered almost everything, but used
my notes to be sure. I told this woman what I saw.
As I finished my last sentence, the woman began to cry. The little
girl was her daughter. The house I described was their own. The
backyard was manicured, and landscaped with tall, green bushes
at the back of the yard. A huge swing set was positioned near
the back door. The green frog in the kitchen was a ceramic soap
dish made by the little girl. The hospital was the last place
the girl had visited before passing away there.
As the woman began to regain her composure, I was curious about
the song I kept hearing within my meditation. Bravely, I mentioned
it to her. "It was a song by Melanie, called 'I Got a Brand
New Pair of Roller Skates'," I said.
To my surprise, the woman got emotional once again. "That
was my daughter's favorite song. She would always sing it, especially
while playing on her swings."
I needed no further proof. There was no doubt in my mind, there
was definitely a collective unconscious.