The very day after recording my thoughts in my time with the crickets, I spotted a grasshopper about the size of my pinky, hidden in a brilliant stalk of lavender.
No sooner had I laid eyes upon him, I said, "What a coincidence! I was just thinking of your cousins last night."
I could tell he was mortified that his camouflage was broken. His shy and longing eyes said, "You won't hurt me, will you?"
I said, "Hurt you? I'm admiring you! Would you let me take your picture?"
Slowly, I pushed my camera-phone to within inches of his face. He stayed clutched to his perch, his body reared back. He was obviously uneasy, but faithful enough to indulge me.
I imagined, as I was going in for the shot, that I could hear the grasshopper's thoughts.
He'd heard a kind voice, from somewhere beyond. The voice requested he allow me to enter his personal space for a benign purpose he wouldn't entirely understand. The voice suggested he was safe, and asked him to be trustful, still, and patient.
I felt the grasshopper acquiesce. I snapped the picture.
Slowly, I withdrew my phone away from the lavender, thanking the grasshopper for the honor of such an intimate visit.
Over the next several days, I thought of the uniqueness of this encounter. Somehow I felt I'd met a sacred deity. I mean, did my eyes really fall upon this creature by pure and random chance? Might I have happened upon him because I was thinking of him?
Maybe he was calling me...
When you experience a coincidence significant enough to prod you to question the presence of a greater intelligence, consider the possibility you've met a Spiritual Teacher.
Responding to my intuition, I began investigating the symbolic significance of the Cricket, as well as his cousin, the Grasshopper. I felt these insects were Totem Spirits, sent to share a message.
I learned that crickets are known for being aware of their surroundings and circumstances. They have a unique facility for communication, stillness, and quiet reflection.
Weren't these the very same themes on my mind during my evening's meditation? I felt like the crickets shared their talent with me, that I'd taken on some of their qualities, just by being in their presence.
At least, that's what I like to imagine!
by Derek Calibre
The anecdotes we share from our psychic experiences seem to proffer themselves as modern allegories.
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