last night I addressed the mania I have been feeling. I was concerned, am concerned, that I will have to have a medication adjustment. I was praying sincerely to God, when I heard a voice. Loud and clear. Only this time, it didn’t sound like Auriel, who always sounds like a voice in my head resembling my own. This voice was deep. I thought at first it was the voice of God.
“You do it,” it said. Then encouraging me to speak more strongly to myself in the I Am Done realm. “Stronger” “More” It would say to me, off to my left standing by my bed. I thought it must be my angel. I don’t think at this point God, Himself is speaking to me directly.
I said, “Your voice is deeper than I expected.” He replied with something funny, like “Well I am a big guy,” which immediately took me back to the beginning and I said, “You don’t sound like Adam Driver.” He laughed sincerely.
Not only was I allowed to see him again at this point. Him walking around the bed in his bell shaped, white brocade robes. He allowed me to hear the timber of his voice. I was just writing about that hours earlier. Reflecting on the fact that I had felt his touch, seen him, but had never heard his voice. Yes, I have heard him many times now, but I always knew it was not the true sound of his voice.
There is not much more I can experience of him. I think there is nothing left. Last night I was thinking that my own mind, that has been failing me, was obscuring what the Divine has been communicating to me over the past two years.* I was rewarded with this. These small, but not small at all to receive them, glimpses reassuring me that it is all true.
* Imaginary locutions not real? They are the things keeping me from clear Divine communications?