I was on a journey with friends recently when conversation turned to spiritual matters and I recalled a situation that had happened several years previously which had led to my realisation that language transcends thought and what that could actual mean.
I used to own an au pair agency and one day found myself opening the door to two Turkish ladies who could speak no English but who had managed to look up my address and sought out my assistance.
Now I found myself in the same situation as most of us brought up in Britain from the 1960’s and onwards, who had not been fortunate enough to attend fee paying schools, and therefore languages were only introduced to us by the time our brains were past the point of learning an additional language being second nature and as such had only a tiny smattering of French, which lets be honest was not much use to man nor beast.
However, I had appeared to have been blessed with the dubious benefit of inheriting psychic and mediumistic gifts from the female line of my family. I do define this as dubious because it is often difficult to determine whether this is always a benediction or a curse, especially when waking up in the night to see one’s bedroom crowded by unwelcome visitors!
I had lived in denial of these gifts for many years but did find them surfacing, unbidden on occasion and they always took me completely by surprise, the situation that I started to mention about the Turkish ladies being one of them.
As I said, I opened the door to find two Turkish ladies standing at my door. They were, to my eye, obviously friends and one of them seemed to be quite distressed. As I mentioned, neither of them could speak a word of English but it did appear that they could understand, at least some English. I was at first concerned that I would not be able to assist them but suddenly, it was like a mist had lifted and I understood clearly what the situation was and how I could help them.
I just had a sudden knowing that the young lady who looked sad had been left homeless by a family, probably because her English was not very good and had been taken in by her friend. She desperately needed a new family to stay with as she had nowhere to stay, very little money and was thousands of miles from home. The au pair industry at that time was completely unregulated and it was not unheard of for au pairs to not be treated very well by families.
I was able to help the girl to find a new family to stay with who had had several Turkish au pairs previously and whom I knew to be kind and patient with the young ladies in their care whilst they struggled in the first few weeks to pick up the basic understanding of English.
However, what struck me most forcibly from this experience was that fact that thought or knowing what someone else was thinking completely transcends language. The distressed young Turkish lady would have been thinking in Turkish, whereas I would have been thinking in English. But the instant knowing or realisation of what she was thinking was translated into thought in my psyche, thus leading to my realisation that thought is thought.
I have grown to realise that it does not matter in which language a thought is thought, if you have the ability or gift to plug into that thought it is just picked up as an awareness that your consciousness then translates into your own language. It was such an enlightening experience that it has stayed with me after many years of the actual event occurring and I often find myself retelling the encounter to others.
It does make me wonder whether, as some believe, we are all connected somewhere or somehow on a higher level in a vast conscious plain where we can tap into knowledge and understanding. I also wonder whether empaths, such as myself, are more constantly connected to this realm and whether this connection gives them their unique abilities to understand and feel other’s emotions.
Maybe that is a subject to explore more deeply on another day?
