I want to understand how the collective consciousness relates to my divine purpose.
I am asking this because of a profound experience I had during a Reiki session. When the Reiki practitioner put her hands over my body, I saw translucent hands covering hers.
The next moment I saw a group of bright, beautiful beings full of Love. I sensed that the group was communicating their thoughts and feelings with me, but one of them led the wordless communication. They told me I was greatly loved.
During this experience I was out of my body and I looked the same way they did, except that they contained more light than I did. At that moment I understood that we are made of the same essence as they are.
They indicated that I was here for a purpose. They did not tell me what that was, and I did not feel a need to ask. They explained that they were always with me in this human experience that can at times be quite difficult.
I felt that I was one with them, but at the same time I did not lose the sense of my separateness as a human being. I felt a deep sense of peace. Before they let, they told me ‘you are a special person’. That peace stayed with me for a while, but then faded. However, the knowledge stayed.
I don’t know whether they were angels, but I like to think of them as the essence of Love.
I want to understand the experience I had. Any thoughts?
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