There go the voices again

Now that I have recognized that they exist, they can't seem to just shut up. Memories flood into my consciousness from familiar and obscure places. Unpacking this will take more than a few posts, and to be honest I am a little scared about what I will write and say and what I might hear and repeat.

The flooding is almost biblical in proportion except I haven't been paying attention for 40 days yet. Without provocation, memories take residence in the front of my mind and people, scenes and voices become more prominent than before. Is there a reason for all this? Should I have a guide in this process? I've been thinking a lot lately about what this might mean, maybe the sub conscious is fighting a winning battle to bring something to my attention. Maybe this experience is happening so I will pay attention to something or someone and maybe just me, you never know. We are so much more than separated faculties, body, mind, soul are intertwined so significantly, yet most of us, treat them as separate and unrelated entities. I have been treating them like that, but now they are starting to merge like a Canadian does on a highway, definitely not the way an American does (sorry personal comment about American driving just had to come out there).

I am guilty of neglect. I have done so much to stop the sounds for so long that I am amazed that I can actually still hear them now. I'll journey lightly, taking baby steps into the watery recesses as vocal memories flash into my life. I'll be careful to listen to the voices not just for the words but also for the intent. I will also listen to my heart as whatever is made aware will likely bring some questions.

That's it for now, I'll let you in on my experiences when I return.

committee in my head

Yes, that's what this post is about. there's a committee in my head. I heard that phrase today and it makes total sense, except no one is chairing the committee and sometimes no one is listening.

You see, I can finally say it: "I hear voices". Fortunately for you and I they are not the nasty "son of sam" voices, but they are voices no matter where they are from. Some of you really thought you knew me and this may be too much of a revelation but I think I am on to something with this one. I believe that if you were honest then you too would say that you hear the voices too.

I hear them from so many places and faces. I see and hear things that have occurred over the last 52+ years. Some are terribly sad, some just downright wrong and some kind of weird thankfully some are happy and pleasant. It seems that I have worked very hard to compartmentalize my thoughts and memories and the voices are starting to push through and out of the compartments and I hear them.

No, I am not going crazy. We all have this going on, it's just that some of us are finally being honest in recognizing and believing what we hear. The sounds of silence no more. Come back soon as I am planning on unpacking what this all means.