How do you visualize meeting the person above you in real life? since I have no one above me, I have randomly chosen Aunt Blabby. I imagine him wearing silk robes and offering me a cup of hot mystical tea When he does so, i notice his long, tapering fingers, and wonder if he plays the piano, or maybe the harp.. His voice is quiet and almost melifluous. Though he is not Arabic, I imagine melancholy, haunting Arabic music playing in the background. I sit on a pillow next to his table and he brings me a steaming bowl of stew that is lightly flavored with saffron and coconut milk. I start to cry and he nods, letting me know that the tears will wash away the pain.