Hello everyone, long time no see. I felt I should post this experience I had this morning. It was a beautiful experience with the Spirit of Thich Nhat Hanh, deceased Buddhist Monk whose spirit surely lives on.
A true holy man, with a true holy spirit (no relation to catholicism).
The following is, of course, all UPG.
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A Short Conversation with the Spirit of Thich Nhat Hanh:
Around 4 am I awoke, went to the bathroom, came back, and had to idea to meditate, as I have trouble falling back to sleep immediately anyway, and I forgot to do so before bed. I did so, and asked Satan for guidance (so emo and cliche, I know 
) . After a short while, maybe a minute, I thought of Thich Nhat Hanh.
Possibly as the set up for this, was his book I had randomly come to pick off a bookshelf 2 days ago after it being placed there many years prior, and never read. It was right next to another book, which was the reason I had come to the bookshelf in the first place (Maps of the Ancient Sea Kings, a super interesting book). Thich Nhat Hanhs book "Transformation and Healing, I picked up and thought “oh yeah…” in recognition that the book existed. I opened to random page, 72, and read half a paragragh about anger that seemed relevant enough to my situation in life that I decided to take the book with me and put it on my desk to read later.
Anyway, it seemed that he was already present, waiting to be addressed in my own time, as seems to the way for many spirits. I addressed him, and asked for his guidance in meditation. We had a long conversation about things, as we all sometimes do with spirits, and it went mostly like this (exact wording is, of course, extremely difficult if not impossible to remember word for word in these situations, and we are left with the impacts of realizations and emotions to re-construct the dialogue):
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(My own additions for clarity, context, and general narrations are in brackets “[ ]”)
[I do not remember our introduction; he seemed already present and familiar, yet I have never consciously spoke with him, though I have always admired his spirit, even when he was alive, as a good soul]
Me: I need help with these thoughts that are uncontrollable. Meditation has always been very difficult for me.
Thich Nhat Hanh (TNH): Run the energy up and down gently [referencing an energy bounce technique from crown to root chakra, that I originally read from Robert Bruce, but has its origins in (I think?) Tantric practices]. When the thoughts come, let them flow [and let them go], with no chastisement [something I was constantly doing]. Control your breath with love and appreciation [for yourself].
[I did so, and it was surprisingly effective. His presence was a gentle comfort. During this time and this practice is when we spoke for what seemed liked only 4 or 5 minutes, but turned out to be over 20. I was initially concerned that whatever was causing the uncontrollable thoughts, it could not be managed by myself or seemingly any safe means. As I was thinking this concern, not explicitly directed at him as a question, he did so respond and explained to me some basic things: ]
TNH: These thoughts are energy knots [disruption of energy flow], and their source is largely irrelevant, because the cure for them is always the same: the re-establishing of proper energy flow.
[I was visualizing energy up the central column in multicolored tightly packed bands, literally with pretzel knots in them. Of course this was/is symbolic, and illustrates the point highly effectively. I continued the practice…]
Me: Im still worried [was the general sentiment].
TNH: You need not be worried my child, [persistence with this technique and…] self-love will heal. Love [self love in this case] is the strongest acid for hate, and in it [love], it [hate] is dissolved effortlessly and completely. The source is irrelevant, because the cure is always the same, always effective, and always the same [good] outcome.
[I sensed a wordless recognition that the intellectual aspect of this can be interesting, but doesnt really matter in practice, as in where these energy imbalances originate].
Me: [The wondering if hate and anger has any useful place came to my mind]
TNH: Hate can sometimes be a catalyst for change in an individual, but it is inherently self-destructive, and turns in on itself invariably, seeking its own undoing above all else. Hate is dangerous, and self-hate, deadly. Everyone feels hate at some point, it is part of this experience [on earth as a human]. Dwelling in it though, especially when it is directed inwards, is never recommended. Anger is not hate, we must separate the two. [He did not expound more on anger].
Me: “My child”? Am I related to you in spirit somehow?
TNH: I consider all of humanity to be my children, and I guide all that come to me [a sublime love and compassion gently radiated from this kind spirit and was easily felt].
Me: How should I address you? [I was thinking guru, master, ascended being, etc. He immediately spoke with a genuine humility that I could not have expected, but was most certainly confirmatory to his character: ]
TNH: [With slightly head bowed in genuine humiity, still radiating the same love and compassion, with no self-deprecation whatsoever: ] I dare not call myself a master. You can call me friend!
[His presence at this point felt like a blessing. Not in a servile, worship-y way, but literally for being in the presence of a beneficent being without hidden ulterior agenda or motive.]
Me: You guide us, but I am staunchly on the LHP….
TNH: That does not matter to me.
Me: But are not the paths very different?
TNH: Yes, and they are both equally valid!
Me: How can that be? Is the ultimate end the same?
TNH: No, not necessarily.
[I thought to ask him about that silly parable of the ice doll which I always thought was ridiculous, but that most if not all on the RHP who know of it take as truth. Of course, with just thinking it, he said: ]
TNH: The parable taken to its literal extreme is misleading. Things are not so cut and dry [in the spirit world, even less so than in the physical world]. Those on the RHP [who follow through] will dissolve their boundaries [between others] to a certain point, but will still be themselves, even if taken to an extreme.
[I wondered how this was possible. I have a very literal and logically strict mind. With an image appearing in my mind of something like energetic cells with blue walls and glowing red cores (color for contrast), and the cell walls dissolving but the cores remaining, now with a larger cell wall around them all (or even none at all), he continued: ]
TNH: Do you see it?
Me: Yes.
TNH: Even with your boundaries dissolved, you are still you.
[I was thinking of how this could be, as I was assuming all these cores would now be having an identical experience and were now (or should now be) non-differentiated, but with his visual explanation, they were still unique monads in and of themselves, even though they were sharing a reality together. Again I had this thought, and he explained further, less so with words, and more so with a high-bandwith thought that Ill try to put into words here: ]
TNH: Not everything is explanable in words. Words attempting to explain very deep concepts can lead into logic loops or deadends where none actually exist. Looked at from a higher perspective, it makes sense, but confined to language, it may not. There is no contradiction here, though. A reality can be simultaneously shared by any number of entities, and those entities do not even need to know anyone else exists other than themselves. This does not counter though, that others do exist. However this is only one path….
Me: So there is a dichotomy of paths, then…? [In reference to LHP/RHP]
TNH: More so than 2… yes.
[This I did not inquire further about, and have no conception about what a third path could be, other than maybe a balance between the two, but I feel that was not insinuated, and that other paths, incomprehensible to the mortal mind, do exist.]
[He sensed my thoughts, and my openness to the touching upon the horizons of mortal cognition, as sometimes we can do in dream or meditation.]
TNH: Isnt it great? […he said, with a very large smile on his face.]
TNH: The Mystery remains… [even here, in the spirit world, there is still more to be found, and more to know and discover.]
[My thoughts turned to “angels” and “demons”, and their path associations. Again he explained: ]
TNH: [In a strict sense: ] Demons are enforcers of Karma, and have more latitude than angels. Angels are beings of cosmic order, that hold things together. They can both be immensely powerful, but have different motives and objectives, methods of operation, and karmic paths. Both are equally valid, and necessary. No path is greater or less than any other. Both seek balance, in their own ways.
[This theme of balanced legitimacy is a recurring one from TNH]
[I began to think of whether humans could become either of them at some point]
TNH: They all started from somewhere… [He smiled]
[I began to think of billionaires with great worldly power, and where they were going on their paths.]
TNH: [With a visual explanation again, the souls of billionaires (specifically the one I thought of, was that rothchild who looks gaunt and lizard like) were so tiny, that it almost seemed in inverse relationship to the measure of their worldly power (but not necessarily so, just in this example and probably most cases)]
Me: [Wondering passively: ] how small could they be…
TNH: As tiny as atoms.
Me: How small can they get?
TNH: Infinitely so.
Me: Yet they still exist?
TNH: Yes.
[I was reminded of what I call the infinite recursion paradox in a holographic reality, where there is no objective maximum, nor objective minimum size of anything, essentially rendering scope as a subjective phenomena.]
Me: You said that you would help anyone. What of those truly evil [with the thought of child abusers of the worst kind]
TNH: I help all that would come to me.
Me: How could you help them though? [Again with the worst of the worst, think tiberious of ancient Rome who would put 99%+ of the epstein gang to evil shame.]
[With great speed, he said: ]
TNH: Because that is my path.
[The profundity of his response was great and meaningful. It came through with clear implication that this was HIS choice, and no one elses. I greatly respected his answer, as I greatly respect personal sovereignty and the maintaining of it. In that instant, I sensed within him that core… the individual monad that was him. I dont fully understand the dynamics of it, but this was his essential beings free will choice to follow this path… not a religious dictate, not one done in service to a god… honestly I felt it was a just a touch LHP 
. He maintained a calm smile and said nothing else, continuing to radiate that beneficent and gentle compassion and love.]
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We spoke briefly of other, more personal things, some that I even forget now, but his answers were always those of compassion, and acceptance.
This was a holy spirit, and not some overly brilliant, silent, sterile, stinging catholic-like holy spirit (grew up in that religion). The man talked the talked and walked the walked in life, and by feels, continues to do so in death.
I am honored to have been in his presence. There was no evil in this being.
And maybe I just had to hear it from a master (though again, he does not call himself that; his humility is real and genuine, and he does not place himself above you)… and a friend, but I am inspired now to meditate with a real sense that I might make some progress, as if I have now a vague sense of confidence that it will work, which I never have. I understand what they say now, about the presence of a holy soul in your vicinity… you can feel it… you can even be healed by it, simply being in its presence. This is not something Ive ever felt before… maybe in deep dreams at times, strange things do happen there… but never while waking, and certainly never from “just a man”. Though it can be concluded, me thinks, this was not “just a man” any longer .
I hope the story of this short conversation with this good spirit will have been of benefit to anyone who reads it.