Originally posted by SantaClaus
Wow, LTRU
I'm trying to find out if this is something you despise or love?
Your story made my heart skip a beat. I just got off tour. Honestly, I have been "living the life" for quite some time now. I don't really do
drugs, but my drinking boarders on the EPIC. I have been controlling it very well (1-2x a week) until this breakup.
What are you hearing? I think sometimes these are audible, but they typically just come out as things I want to say, instead of actual sounds.
Please, I'd love to hear your history with these sounds.
I was scared to death, but it is the best thing that has ever happened to me...it's the real me and I have to deal with that...thank you spirit.
Man where do I start...I have learned more in the last 4 years then in my entire life.
I will use some terms here that might not be clear to some, but I will do my best to explain it. I know that the voices I want to listen too, are
inside of me, but some of the ones I hear are not. When ever it is an attack on me, it is always from outside.
You know revelations? The trumpet that is blown...is not a trumpet, but "an incising in the ear" a sharp pitched tone. Forgive my biblical links,
but to be honest it is all biblical. Not religious. I really don't like religion AT ALL...any religion. None of it is the real deal and you only know
this when it happens to you, so I won't go into telling people what to believe. I know the truth, because it is truth to me alone and I don't have
to prove it to anyone...we were never supposed to. Anyway, it literally sounds like "Rushing water" or a really fuzzy radio which I can pull things
from if I tune in. The cleaner my body is, the more clear the message is. All I have to do is stop what I am doing and listen. I can faintly see them,
thousands and thousands around us. It never and I mean never goes away.
There are concepts in the bible that I had "christian" ideas about. These things would laugh as I called on Jesus and mock me, hit me, spit on
me....I would feel spit fly onto me in the middle of my living room... they have even struck me down with swords that when they hit me physically
hurt. I know crazy, it gets better.
I not only hear them, I feel them. As I said, one is attached to my left shoulder. You know the pictures of the indian gods with the many arms...now I
know why and what the arms are about. One of them is on my shoulder....I sound nuts I know, but bear with me. It speaks of this in the bible as well,
only english is a horrible translation, and if I would not looked into the original languages, I would have never understood...more coming