“I need you to do this without me in their garden. I need their view of me to stay intact and not be warped.” My heart raced as the Holy Spirit seemed to sleeptalk these instructions to me out of my participant during our session.

They then woke up and looked at me, confused. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Uh… sort of?” I stuttered. “You know how I usually have you meet with Jesus in that garden in your daydream? Can I have you return there for a moment to test something?”

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