sounds like imagination.
don't you ahve thoughts like that all the time?
I used to imgine myself sprinting through the fields along side the car as someone else drove down the interstate.
doesn't everyone have a whole set of very many tuners, all of which can tune in thousands and thousands of different channels of useful conjecture?
somewhere in their mind as imagination?
when meditation is just a blue pill, it might help us to heal and rest. If the red pill scares you no blue pill will help.
distraction while it all 'sinks in' and 'the magic happens' (people object to magic as 'spiritualism')
OK attention to other important matters, (not distraction) and let the prayer work . . .
the effect of the prayer is only noticed after you "let go and let God" (speaking in trite cleches? or is that message only seemingly trite but actually very important).
You don't need to badger the Lord to help you. He just will. You need to ask. You only have to ask once. Then you need to let go and . . . not live your life following trite phrases made of words. Let 'the Word' work for you.
Word.
you say 'please this' as a prayer.
then you go on with your life.
you don't say 'please this' and then 'why won't He answer. Why doesn't He love me. Why won't He help me.'
that's it
you have to let it go before it will happen.
because when it passes out of your mind and then later you realize that your prayer was answered . . . it's an awesome revelation about the power of prayer!
I don't need to explain anything to you, obviously.
as if you're the only person who reads this shit.
I'm not hear name fagging a letter and pretending to be standing with the forth man.
in the flame.
if you're holy you don't badger other travellors in the caravan, oh wantta be.
PS: your cpachas locket is stuckered.