I have facilitated support groups and worked one-on-one with those who hear voices for nearly 10 years.. The insights I’ve come to from my own experience have often facilitated understanding for others. Here is what I have learned from my experience of hearing voices.
One night when I was 18, my best friend and her boyfriend were visiting me at Hampshire College and we drove around the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts for over an hour looking for a vacant motel. They had both taken acid but I hadn’t. None of the motels had vacancy. Finally we drove up to The Inn at Northampton, the 8th or so place we had tried. It was past midnight and I was getting exhausted. “The Inn. This is it,” I said. And it was. We went on in, they had a vacancy, we spent the night there. I had heard “The Inn” in my mind from a voice that wasn’t me.
I’d been a writer for my whole life and sometimes when I wrote poetry or other things, the words came to me from a voice outside myself. Many writers have a similar experience; this may be the thrill of writing. The same is true when I write songs, even more so, and many musicians and songwriters experience “hearing” the music they write. Seems natural.
When I was 20 or so my psychic sensitivity and ability to hear things became even stronger. I met a new friend who called himself psychic, and he initiated me, to some degree, into trusting those voices I would hear — even for others. I started to hear messages for friends that were sometimes highly accurate, sometimes in poetic form and weren’t coming from my ordinary mind at all. When I shared them with these friends, they validated that the voices I was hearing rang true. There was a high for me in delivering these messages.
We’ve all had the experience, at least once, of knowing something without having any idea how we know. Some of us might not even realize it, such as my father. He nearly always calls both me and my brother whenever we are together. He doesn’t know we are together, we’re going for a hike in California, and he calls from New York. Consciousness has the capacity to be all-aware, and hearing voices is part of that awareness. Voices (whether guiding, commanding, negative or critical voices) are pointing to something that needs our awareness.
At the same time, I was experiencing anxiety and confusion in my life. School, even Hampshire College, didn’t seem like the place for me to explore and come to understand the things going on inside of me. I frequently skipped certain classes because my soul was speaking to me so loudly about something else, yet there were few people who I shared these experiences with. I went into states of “false voice” hearing where I created voices out of fear.
Since hearing intuitive and guiding voices had been one of the most powerful things to occur in my life – and still is – I went through a time where I thought my voices could predict everything. I’d ask them a question and make up far fetched realities and fantasies to hear the answers. Then I assumed I was a master channeler all the time and everything I “heard” would come to pass.
I did this because I felt so isolated in my reality and these false voices (which were my own fantasies/escape mechanisms) distracted me and gave me some comfort. They gave me something to hold onto, something to imagine and look forward to. They allowed me to imagine I could entirely create my own reality. I cooked up fantasy love affairs, fantasy projects with all of my favorite people, in my favorite places. I believed that whatever I envisioned or heard would occur. Much of it didn’t.
The following summer, in a hotel room in Colorado, I started to integrate into my awareness some side effects of taking Prozac as a teenager. Lying in my bed there, on vacation with my mom, I traced effects through my life and determined Prozac had caused me the health problems I was experiencing. I was 20 and I had a vision that I would expose Prozac and other pharmaceuticals and radically change the public perception of them. I saw a newspaper article. It looked so vivid, like a hallucination. Similar to my other fantasies, to me it was a psychic vision. In retrospect, this one blurs the line between a vision and a hallucination, thinking I can create reality, and actually creating reality or hearing prophetic voices.
That was 2001, the summer before the World Trade Center bombing would occur. I was not involved in mental health activism yet at all. There were very few voices speaking up against the uprise in psychiatric drugs. The Prozac backlash had hardly begun. The mental health activist movement was much smaller and I hadn’t found it yet. Social media was limited to the just-launched Wikipedia; Friendster would be born the following year in 2002. Facebook would take several more years and blogs were unheard of. Media was limited and controlled by corporations.
Around 1999-2001 when both my psychic abilities were coming out and my voice hearing increased, I was having severe digestive issues which inspired me to try different diets, supplements and fasts. It was when I was experimenting with food and sometimes losing scary amounts of weight (unintentionally) that I would hear (or create) voices that would tell me what to eat. Anxious voices would tell me to walk to the refrigerator, and when I got there, they’d tell me to walk away. I’d walk to and from the refrigerator over and over anxiously, listening to commanding voices that sounded threatening.
Some intense things were going on in my life. My mom was very addicted to benzodiazepines and pot. My dad was emotionally shut down and furious that I was wasting a $30,000 a year education. My younger brother was coping with the abuse he experienced in childhood by drinking a lot, smoking a lot of pot and escaping into television and whatever else possible. Amidst all of this, my family had decided I was mentally ill and needed to be fixed.
The digestive issues made it hard for me to eat or digest anything at times. My mom wanted to send me to Renfrew, which specializes in eating disorders, though I had never tried to lose weight in my life. Meanwhile I was wasting away and dropped below 90 pounds on a 5’8” frame. When I looked in the mirror at my naked body, it scared me. Still, I had such a strong sense of faith during this time. I knew more than ever that I was on a spiritual journey.
There was another voice I heard, perhaps the commanding voice that was the most powerful, as well as the one that got me labeled “without a doubt psychotic.” That voice came to me first in writing, and many times right before the first time I was hospitalized. The voice told me to scream, “God I need help NOW.” The voice commanded me to scream that in a variety of situations. And often after I screamed it, the voice commanded me to scream it again, louder. One time I was on the phone with a friend and he asked, “Where are you that you are screaming that?” There was something so liberating about it. Every time I screamed it, I felt my heart uplifted, I felt light enter my heart (not as a hallucination but as an actual feeling), I knew I was safe.
I also screamed it in the NYC subway station. It could have been humiliating, but it felt like an initiation, like a form of humiliation my soul wanted. My parents, doctors and friends were embarrassed by my behavior, but I was not. Looking back, over 10 years later, I know I needed to go through that. I can still feel the strength in it. I needed to be willing to be “the crazy one.” No one should be locked up or drugged against their will for screaming “God I need help NOW.” That person is in turmoil, and I was, but clearly if the mental health system was trustworthy, safe and helpful, I’d have sought them out. Instead, I screamed to God because I knew they weren’t. Because I knew the world I was living in wasn’t a safe place for me to be me. I also knew I had absolute faith in doing whatever it would take to be me.
During this period, my voices told me to do other things as well, such as copy my poetry and art (in color) 100 times on my mom’s credit card and make books. I carried a heavy box with these self-made books on public transit between New York and Massachusetts several times, asking strangers for help up the stairs when it was too heavy for me to carry. After thanking them, I’d tell them this was my book, thinking I’d be famous someday and they’d remember they’d helped me carry that bestselling book.
Perhaps what it came down to was that as a writer and artist I feared I’d never be accepted or “enough” for my family or society unless I became famous and some kind of big deal.
In the end that time in my life passed and I mostly hear clear voices of guidance now. I still hear voices guiding me in my writing, teaching, speaking and giving intuitive readings for others. This is my greatest strength in life. When going through extreme stress, loss, heartbreak or trauma, anxious, commanding voices have continued to speak to me. Or perhaps I’ve created them for comfort, as an expression of authority and clarity when I’ve felt out of control and confused. In those times, breaking out of isolation has helped. Sometimes I’ve allowed myself to do what the voices told me to, even when they were “false voices.”
My experience of hearing voices isn’t all that different than what many others go through during grief/trauma/extreme distress. Having worked with many people in these states over the years, my range of voice hearing has enabled me to be able to relate with many peoples’ experiences. We all have slightly unique ways and perhaps accepting my voices and learning when and how to ignore them has been the gift of having lived with them longer. Like with friends or family members, I have been able to recognize patterns in these voices and have learned when to take them seriously and when not to, for the most part. They are also a signal to me to break out of isolation and share my experiences with a trusted friend. Having these trusted friends and my own language to describe these experiences has been my saving grace. By finding language that isn’t self pathologizing and having friends who don’t pathologize me, I feel safe and relieved to express these things, in my own words.
In the Hearing Voices groups and other support groups I have facilitated over the years, I have seen that in nearly every case, people who hear voices experience benefits and gifts from those voices as well as (oftentimes) distress. Most people I have worked with who hear voices have amazing capacities to envision and create.
Interesting. You write so carefully, I say that in a good way.
Your honesty is so genuine. And vital.
My point of view is that we, or I, need more of what’s REAL. I don’t mean to say that trauma and it’s effects should be ignored or lessened in their reality and significance, but it is the genuine psychic nature that will further Humanity’s understanding of how the Mind works.
I personally *can’t* tolerate the focus on psychiatry anymore. Psychiatry has been SUCH a brutal brainwash for me. NOTHING in my life gets by without first passing through a filter of psychiatry’s diagnostics. And I hate it. I can’t figure out how to UNDO what’s been done to the horrific structure of my Mind.
I’ve had a supernatural and paranormal and spiritual life, all of my life. I’ve also had a psychiatric life. That psychiatric life has *slaughtered* everything. I don’t want to talk anymore about psychiatry. I want to talk about what I’ve ALWAYS needed, wanted and fought to talk about.
I don’t want to talk about trauma anymore. Being kidnapped in my early childhood did NOT cause MY “voice hearing” or other conditions. It’s the other way around (the psychic function of our minds is what drew that man to me that day).
I feel like what I’ve just typed is really messy but I don’t want to edit it. I’m very tired.
mjk, I also don’t completely go for the trauma approach. I do think that it helps to have the space to express trauma, so that it doesn’t control us; but that also means seeing it as something that we’re letting go of. The penal system uses trauma to try to control those who traumatize others, this really perpetuates the cycle, I think. I also don’t find healing from trauma to involve identifying perpetrator and victim so much as it’s allowing the space to heal from trauma, and NOT use it as a means to invest in more ideas of suffering, pain and fear.
All one has to do is become a “conspiracy theorist” and see the kind of shadow government that actually runs things, people all at one time given the right to traumitize others in order to maintain “discipline;” and who got so mesmerized with pain, guilt, fear and suffering that they do what they do.
I often withhold myself from saying this here, but you can simply decide not to feel hurt, not to invest in pain, and heal from trauma that way as well. To move away from the idea of I’m hurt and that means there was an injustice and so someone needs to be punished for this. You CAN break the cycle. And I would say (just suggesting) that someone as sensitive as you who already (by real experience) isn’t enslaved by preconceptions of limitations in time and space, that that really is the way you’ll find peace. Because you really don’t need to get caught up with the “world’s” way of dealing with things. You have a flexibility with time whose line would get tied up in terrible knots and squeezed and tangled into torturous contortions would you try to invest in the world’s ideas of discipline and “trauma.”
There’s this word for-give, and it doesn’t mean overlooking an injustice, it means not investing in the idea of injustice, but instead to see there’s a source where there’s no limit to give from, no loss (where infinity leads towards forever)…..
Anyhow, I hope I haven’t lectured you, I just wanted to say something because you’re a beautiful butterfly, a sensitive flower, and you don’t need to get trample on with this need to change things using the same trauma that caused it……
and thanks chasya for the beautiful article
Being kidnapped in my early childhood did NOT cause MY “voice hearing” or other conditions. It’s the other way around (the psychic function of our minds is what drew that man to me that day).
This particular trauma was massive and I still live with it, as a trauma. But in “dealing” with it – just read that paragraph again.
The “phenomenal” aspect of that super-serious significant event in my life is that the man’s name is Liston (which sounds like LISTEN).
Can anyone see what I’m showing? It isn’t about healing trauma, right now. That’s not what I’m focusing on. I’m focusing on how PSYCHE works, in what causes and creates the realities that we experience.
I hear you mjk. I find acknowledging trauma and speaking of it to be in itself healing. To me, healing is making visible the invisible and hearing what has been silenced. Hence, hearing voices is our psyche’s attempt to heal itself, or to hear voices that have been silenced. Or to protect ourselves until we are ready to be seen and heard.
I know what you mean, but of course I can’t put it in words automatically.
An a-flat seventh chord without a third (fits in the left hand nicely. the seventh moves down a step)…..
Anyhow, I can’t put it into words just yet….
Hmm. Horror and anxiety? *shrug* I dunno. I’m taking music lessons today! Google told me that a-flat seventh chord is a “diminished” seventh chord, then youtube gave me this guy:
Diminished 7th Chords: The Secret Doorway To Everywhere
No, actually I thought seventh chord (didn’t specify what kind) usually means a Major seventh. Diminished can be sort of Sturm and Drang, A Major Seventh is different, can’t put it into words.
Sort of penetrating in a patient way, challenging or provoking. And this resolves differently than it’s expected to. Without the third…. well I have to figure this out.
It resolves to a mediant, like Virginia Woolf and her symbolism.
OK enough of the music theory.
What’s interesting about hearing voices is that when you actually hear someone give you directions, and it’s oral; this works with the centers of the brain that work with time in a non linear fashion, that see time as a matrix. For example, if someone gives you directions how to get somewhere, this is easier to remember than reading it on a map.
And so, talking to oneself might be a very healthy way to actually tune into this part of the self, and work with thought, with conception. Although “talking to yourself” is supposed to be a symptom of mental illness. And people talking to themselves who are seemingly incoherent are maybe actually trying to relate to that part of their mind. I always find if fascinating, anyhow. But then that’s a problem in itself; if I don’t find it a disease, I’m supposedly “not helpful,” or “weird.”
Interesting stuff Nijinsky. Yes, hearing voices does tap into a part of the brain that I really like. It feels to me like a sense of authority and clear direction, whether it’s coming from myself or “outside myself.” Talking to oneself is certainly not a disease. Before cell phones, and phone headsets, it was more obvious who was talking to themselves…now we don’t always know. 🙂 Talking to oneself or ones higher Self or God is also an ancient religious practice in Judaism.
“Although “talking to yourself” is supposed to be a symptom of mental illness.”
I talk to myself all the time! I began doing it since my life was ripped apart and I ended up in a new state, alone, by myself, isolated and disengaged. I have very long conversations all by myself AND with open windows. Let people mock, ridicule, judge, “diagnose” (lol), think, feel, believe whatever they want. I’m awesome and I say awesome things, and that’s all there is to it. I even talk in voices that aren’t mine (company). It’s excellent. I have some Hispanic dude, an Indian woman, a British woman, a Southern woman, a ghetto-gangsta biotch .. the list goes on! I love them (and NO, I don’t consider them to be me or parts of me or multiple personalities or a disease or a disorder. I think they’re other mental / psychic / spiritual people just like me and we are connected, so THEY are actually speaking directly through me).
“if I don’t find it a disease, I’m supposedly “not helpful,” or “weird.””
Wired and Weird are the same word, just arranged differently. Everybody is wired.
I might look for it, this study that was done about how people processed time. In this study, the people were given blocks to “place” time in front of them on a table in relation to where they experienced “time” in their perceptions. The study noted cultural differences (for example, one group placed “before” in one location that was different from where another group placed “before”).
We’re all so different and I’ve always been a non-conformist. All I’ve got to say is that my brain and mind aren’t tinker toys for “the system” anymore.
I’m already feeling self-conscious about derailing this blog & commentary, so if you want to continue interacting in the Forums I’m all for it. I’m just trying to apply some mindfulness, respect, all that good stuff.
ty, Nijinkski for the communication.
[email protected] what I did to your name. Blame fingers, always blame the fingers!! lol
“Did I miss something?”
Yes. “when I put some things together I got a concept that is really, hmm, so interesting. Hmm. Bethel = God’s house. P.T. Barnum = 3 ring circus. OMG, god’s house is a 3 ring circus!”
But god’s house as a 3 ring circus is very off topic so I’ll finish the point of the long story as short as possible:
P.T. Barnum featured “curiosities and oddities”. It happened upon me, just two days ago, to suddenly see myself or ask of myself if I might be one of these curiosities or oddities!
I’m certainly not the ring master, but I do have the Jesus Christ identity on my resume. LOL
I was wondering whether we’d hear more about the three ringed trinity. It’s probably quite important because people are so serious, otherwise…..
The holy spectacle is there so we can talk to God…. I mean spectre, oops ghost…. spear-it oops spirit (must be a tick tock-sin)
I did work on this musical idea which might turn into a prelude with fugue (many voices)…..
And it moves to a mediant of e-flat, which is G. Also playing around with other mediants….
I started a topic in the Forum, Community section.
Wait, this is on-topic right? Yeah. Except maybe the part where I myself talk out loud in a multitude of voices that aren’t even my own? lol.
I also have done theater in part to act out different “voices” or characters…and I think many people do that. Even writing or any other form of art can be that way…letting other voices out. Same voice/character all the time = too boring.
That’s awesome! I bet if you made a one woman/one man show with all those voices people would be intrigued. They’d probably call you a genius!
What’s really interesting is, oh sigh. It’s a long story. But I gotta. I just have to.
Ever hear of P.T. Barnum? The Barnum & Bailey 3 ring circus?
I live in Bethel, Connecticut. Bethel is a religious word. It means house of god, house where god lives or house of idolatry. Many states in the United States has a Bethel but CT is the home of P.T. Barnum.
Years ago, shortly after I arrived here, I began to explore the neighborhood. I realized that when I put some things together I got a concept that is really, hmm, so interesting. Hmm. Bethel = God’s house. P.T. Barnum = 3 ring circus. OMG, god’s house is a 3 ring circus! Makes sense, but it gets worse.
Continue or no?
Hi mjk…just curious what Bethel and Barnum/three ring circus have to do with each other. Did I miss something? Please continue if you’d like to clarify. Thanks.
When I was a very young child my mother and I lived with her parents. My grandmother was a wonderful woman who took care of me during the day while my mother worked. We did everything together, including calling birds and butterflies down onto our hands. Well, they came to her hands, not mine. I sat in total silence and awe as I watched sparrows and hummingbirds and butterflies light on the palms of her upstretched hands. She always put her finger to her lips and cautioned me to silence before calling our friends.
My grandmother was an unsual woman, a First Nations person. She was held in great respect by the Mexican and Indian peoples that we lived among in a small village in New Mexico.
Your posts often bring her to my mind when I read them. Thank you for helping me to remember her.
That’s beautiful Stephen! I feel honored to bring back memories of such a woman.
Thanks mjk. What you speak to is important. Others can suggest things to us (ideally if we’ve asked for their take), but what’s most important is finding our own ways of describing our experiences that are true for us. My way of explaining my psychic/traumatic/voice hearing experiences has evolved over time and I expect it to continue to. I never used the term “hearing voices” because even that has become medical language used for diagnostics. For me, hearing voices has been part of my life in such a natural way that it never occurred to me to diagnose that experience. But then again, I think all experiences are like that if we take care of our consciousness and limit our intake of advertisements.
“what’s most important is finding our own ways of describing our experiences that are true for us.”
Yes, I absolutely agree.
For myself, there is no doubt that the levels of stress and burdens I’ve had to endure have caused massive mental catastrophe. I’m no stranger to mental activity that *isn’t* psychic in nature. However, I find that the more I focus on what my Mind truly is (a sensory field), my understanding of reality is greater.
I once witnessed a young man engaged in the most awesome phenomenon. It was on a psych ward – we were in “med group”. As the nurse was talking about the drugs we needed to take for life, the man sitting directly next to her was mouthing every single word she was saying in perfect synchronicity. It was SO fantastic to see that. He had a very visible trance-like look on his face. THOSE are the sorts of things that seem to rarely ever be discussed in the world of “mental” and “psychological”. Eh – drugs, drugs, drugs. Eh – abuse, trauma and the ever-constant fight of life!
Sometimes, I just want to get to what’s … CRAZY.
Sorry Chaya if my comments took away from the direction you’re going with your blog. I’m bowing out now.
You’re a very good writer and I enjoy your posts.