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| 126.1 | The voices are there (for me, anyway). | HUDSON::STANLEY | ASTRAl projectionist | Mon May 05 1986 16:35 | 8 | 
|  |     There have been many times when I'm in bed and it's very quiet that
    I hear voices and music.  I can't usually hear what the voices say
    or exactly what the music is.  There have been times when a voice
    said something and it was a clear as my internal voice.  I was startled
    because I thought that it was my internal voice and then realized
    that I didn't think *that*!  I've never had a conversation or anything.
    
    		Dave
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| 126.2 | Awright -- who said that? | MOSAIC::HARDY |  | Mon May 05 1986 17:02 | 20 | 
|  |     As a preteen, I would sometimes hear multiple voices speaking 
    unintelligible words as I drifted off to sleep.  This happened
    sporadically for many years, even after I went away to college.
    As a child, it never bothered me, but later I began to think
    the voices were mocking, and sometimes I struggled to wake up.
    
    One night, after being wakened several times, I decided that
    I should address the offending phenomena.  So I fell asleep,
    and presently the babbling bedlam started again.  "Are you
    the Unconscious?" I asked.  The effect was startling.  All
    the voices, simultaneously with mine, said the words "the
    Unconscious" and then, utter silence.  They havn't been back.
    
    I suspect that many people have these voices.  You might read
    Jayne's THE ORIGIN OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE BREAKDOWN OF THE
    BICAMERAL MIND for an interesting theory on the nature of these
    voices: simply put, it's your non-dominant hemisphere muttering.
    But there are probably many explanations.
            
    Pat Hardy
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| 126.4 | Have you ever been hollered at in the night? | 57428::BUTCHART |  | Tue Sep 02 1986 10:40 | 32 | 
|  |     An interesting thing happened to me over the weekend.  I had a dream
    that reminded me very much of the nocturnal muttering described
    in this file.  Except that in this dream it was not muttering, it
    was hollering and screaming in completely unintelligible gibberish.
    And during it all some piece of me was astounded that there were
    no symbols, no pictures, nothing characteristic of my real dream
    states _at all_.  It was more like a disordered state of consciousness
    than a dream.  When I finally got back to normal waking consciousness
    from this nightmare, I thought "that must be what it's like to be
    crazy.  So I decided to sit up and think about it.  And what I came 
    up with was:
    
    My therapist has been on vacation for a month.  We work a lot with
    dreams, and I've had no one to tell the dreams to.  But at the same
    time, bolstered by multiple Neptune-Mercury transiting contacts
    in my chart, as well as a lunation in the 12th house, I'd been
    remembering more and more dreams.  Important ones.  Ones with themes
    and symbols I'd never seen before.  Ones I awoke crying from.  And
    I was suppressing most of them because I was whalin' away at work
    and focusing very much on being conscious and producing.  It suddenly
    occurred to me that this was my inner self's last ditch attempt
    to catch my attention.  Inner Me was mad as hell for Outer Me not
    listening.  The instant I had this insight I calmed down immediately.
    I went back to sleep and slept like a baby and had "normal" (and
    important) dreams, which I faithfully recorded in my dream journal
    the next morning.
    
    This reminded me a little of Pat Hardy's reply, in that when the 
    phenomenon was acknowledged, the source of it stopped doing it, 
    satisfied that attention had been granted.
    
    Marcia
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| 126.5 | LISTEN TO THE SPIRITS NOT QUESTION THEM | COMET::MALLOYJ |  | Thu Jul 15 1993 01:58 | 19 | 
|  |     I know that nobody might see this but I have had some of
    the same things.
    
    	 Like one time I was pretty messed up (drunk) and I was waiting for
    my brother to bring me my dinner and I started drifting off. Then all
    of a sudden I heard a voice that said "I think thats for you" and I
    opened my eyes and my brother was walking through the door and I was
    startled by this. I just figured that it was him (my brother) saying
    that but when I asked him if he said that he told me I was just drunk
    and I blew it off. Later I started hearing more voices talking to me
    about things so I listened intently. Most of the time the advice or
    other things I would hear helped very much. It was like a spirit
    watching over me or something. I think that that is what you all hear
    and when you question it being there it goes away. I myself never
    questioned the voices and still don't.
    
    					Maybe crazy but we'll see
    
    						JOHN	
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