Photobombing, Unicorn Style (You Need a Good Laugh! II)

   I am discovering that there’s more to meditation than meets the (third) eye. It takes patience and practice. It is an unfolding journey rather than an instant ticket to a Disney-style ride in the higher realms. In my previous Magic Watch blog, I discussed my introduction to the fascinating and very uplifting work of gifted medium Suzanne Giesemann, who teaches that anyone can communicate with loved ones on the other side through meditation. So far, I remain either a petite or perhaps a small, as opposed to a medium. But I am making progress. I think.
     Lately I have spent time studying several other Masterclasses on streaming service Humanity Stream + that relate to the topic of meditation aimed at communicating with benevolent entities on the other side. Recently I gleaned all I could from a 24-module class entitled Unlocking the Intelligence of the Afterlife, taught by Suzanne, along with Near Death Experiencer (NDEr) Dr. Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon who came back from a coma, and Karen Newell, co-founder of Sacred Acoustics, which uses tones called binaural beats, heard through a headset, to aid in shifting consciousness during meditation.
     Although the modules are in video format, there is little to see while the teachers share their amazing stories and wisdom, so I have double-dipped by listening to the recorded videos while working away at my delightful new 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle, Midnight at the Library. In my waking everyday reality, I have had partial success with my manifestations from other realities, so far having conjured up a portion of a genie in a bottle, the torso of Sherlock Holmes, most of a green dragon and the lower half of a mauve mermaid with a pink tail.
    The classes with Karen Newell include three modules designed for engaging in meditation with binaural beats playing in the background. In my previous blog I mentioned the “clean slate” status of my inner vision during attempts at meditation. Thus, I was eager to give binaural beats a try, to see if these sounds were transformative. As instructed, I listened to the modules through a headset, using earbuds connected to my iPhone. I do enjoy the addition of these intriguing sounds, which make a subtle beating noise. (Although I have discovered that my ceiling fan, with its warped blades, seems to produce a similar monotonous sound all by itself!)  
    Before ending this tale of magical communication, I must preface it with a word about Arabian horses and their propensity for photobombing. These showy horses are very aware of their beauty and grace. Sometimes just for fun they will deliberately stand in front of another gorgeous horse that is being photographed, in order to draw attention to themselves. Not content with that, my always creative therapy horse Euphorika, who is in truth an embodied unicorn, decided to take it up a notch. While I was listening to binaural beats and hoping to miraculously hear from anybody on the other side, Rika photobombed my meditation! Literally. An audible ding came on my phone, straight to my eardrums, destroying all sense of tranquility, not to mention my alpha state of awareness. It was a text message from my friend Linda who was sending me a sweet shot of Rika from her home in California. It was as if Rika had made contact with me and was sending me a message. “Margaret, why are you doing that? You are already connected to a unicorn! Who else could you possibly need to hear from? Ask me anything.”