A meditation teacher once taught me to notice the atmospheres when I meditate and to tune into them if they feel like a higher being. Today there was a clear image of a large silver cross above me, and I tuned into the silver and the clarity of the image. The atmosphere became very high-pitched and lovely.  A voice said, "You are my child and always have been," and I got a deep sense of my role as a spiritual teacher being entwined with me even before my birth.