I wouldn't read more into it than that. You open yourself to spiritual fancy.
Yes. Such things (the unusual) are at times a part of life - but not an escape from life.
I go to work on work days, I have my responsibilities at home, I enjoy a good movie about once a week, I like eggs for breakfast, .. and there was a white cross on my fence for two days.
There is no reason to be afraid of such things ... nor any reason to forgot one's place in life and go chasing such things.
Some night time dreams also have great meaning and when we (any of us) might have them - we all do ponder them for awhile as to a possible meaning. A man who ignores his dreams is just as empty of the meaning of life .. as the man who lives in his dreams.
So for awhile I pondered what possible meaning the white cross might have within the context of my life journey.
Which thoughts .. brings a subject to my mind
which I have recently been meditating on.
As we grow from children to adults .. we tend to compartmentalize life. We label and categories our experiences. This division (separating experiences into neat packages) allows us to deal with them quickly and (we assume) more accurately.
We separate dreams from wakeful daily reality.
We separate work from home life.
We separate Sunday from other days.
We are one way with our friends and we are another way with strangers (we separate friends from strangers).
We take the whole and chop it up into categories so that we can deal with things in set ways according to what category they fall into.
What I am getting at is that we have learned to divide and separate the events of life ... into categories. All the easier to deal with each item if we have a set method for each category.
However .. now cast your memory back to childhood. Way back. Bring up some very early memory and if you examine it well you may find that you had not yet learned to categories yet. The division between dreams and 'reality', intuitions, emotions, feelings, facts, etc.. had not taken place within you yet. Reality (experiential) was a whole. All things came into play and every experience flowed into the next experience. It would even be the wrong words to say that everything was linked or connected (to say linked and connected assumes a division of separate parts).
Now (we are no longer children) we make the division between dreams and reality. We keep reality (that has some value) while we toss out dreams as fantasy and useless. We eventually habitual ignore any dreams as having no real value to our everyday waking reality. The result of this habit is that is that we dream a lot less. Eventually we are only conscious of having had a dream every now and then on rare occasions.
Do you think schooling did that to us (a separate math class and divided from sciences, language, history, politics, each in its own room with its own book and different teacher)?
While it is sometimes useful to experience life in divisions and categories ... do you think we might lose the overall meaning of life that way?
Have we not ... dissected Providence like a frog is dissected in biology class? Do we REALLY get to know what a frog is by cutting it into sections, dividing it on the table and categories its parts? Do we obtain the meaning
of a frog - by killing it and reducing it to categories?
Reducing reality into parts. Have we killed it like we killed the frog we dissected?
I believe it is one of the healthy aspects of contemplation that (during it) we reunite experiential reality to its original wholeness. We leave off following our thinking and logic and ... and we allow all the divisions to melt back together into one thing - one experience in a simple glance.
Providence. In yer face and coming at ya. We are surrounded like a fish in water.
(just some thoughts and nothing more)