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Hearing Voices



 Hearing voices has had a very profound effect on me. You are persuaded and yet then manipulated by the very sound. The very presence, idea and thought of someone else speaking in your mind! Speaking for your mind! It's scary, frightening and yet all at the same time you somehow feel comforted. Sometimes you feel like you found a friend. Other times you awake to your worst enemy. The very first voice I heard was of somebody in an authority position in my life. Someone I worked for and respected. Someone who was kind, gentle and reminded me of Dad. His voice was calming and soothing and made me smile. He was very well-loved by many. I used to hum a tune to myself while working. It helped pass time. I typically have a sunny disposition toward life and live with a carefree approach. Anyway, one evening at work I was humming to myself when I stopped to perform a task. When my humming stopped, I heard a voice...a whisper say, "Don't stop. Keep singing." I turned to find no one around. When I went back to continue my task, I looked up to see my well-respected boss leaving the department. It was his voice. The voice I heard in my head.    



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