I was listening to a Next Level Soul podcast episode with Pamela Aaralyn. In there, she mentioned something I’ve heard over and over, even said myself, but something about hearing it in that moment … well. Suddenly I heard it very differently.
To paraphrase, she said that everybody looks outside themselves for answers and guidance – but that everything we need is actually already within. When are we going to realize that the only one we’ve ever really been speaking to, is ourselves?
That statement in that moment in time was like a smack upside the head. See, I “hear” guidance all the time. But it’s said with my own voice. I’ve told that voice repeatedly that I’m not going to consider anything said with my own voice as any sort of valid guidance because clearly, it’s just me. And who am I?
And it’s never happened. The ‘guidance’ still comes, but it’s always in my own voice. Only ever in my own voice, within my own head.
In that moment, that same inner voice said without words – a sort of realization awareness spreading through me which I will now translate into words because this is a blog. “This is why the voice I hear is my own.” I had to just sit there and blink for a few minutes to really let this sink in. My inner-voice-guidance is in my voice because it IS me speaking to me. My own ‘higher self’ is me. My ‘God squad’ or spirit team or guides or whatever term you prefer, they are all me.
What I have to do is learn to differentiate or discern the difference between Ego Mind thought, aka Monkey Mind chatter, and the sound of my deeper self, my wiser self.
I’ve been working on learning those differences, and am starting to trust a bit. My ego self comes out with “way to go, stupid” when I blunder something, to which my higher voice comes back with a soft “is that a loving statement?” (By the way, enlisting my higher self to help me stop the ugly internal dialog was very helpful!)
The ego mind has a … vibration? a feel? to it that is like listening to the hum of electrical appliances when they are on. It’s so pervasive that it just blends in and we don’t notice it for the most part. But when that vibration, that frequency changes, that we notice. So the ‘feel’ of the ego mind is like that background ‘feel’ – because it is part of that everyday awareness. Hell, it IS that everyday awareness. But the other voice, the one with the insights that make me pause, that has a subtle difference in feel. I would say ‘lower’ but that connotation has baggage and can be interpreted as ‘darker’ or ‘lesser’ when that’s not at all what I mean. It feels …
Have you ever faced a wall and spoken aloud? The sound bounces back at you in a distinctive way. Then face a canyon and say the same thing. The sound is radically different. The Ego Mind is like hearing myself when I speak into a wall inches from my face, while the other voice is like saying the exact same thing while facing no obstacle. It’s hard to explain, but that’s the best I can do.
There was a single time I heard a voice not my own, and not within my own head. It was not part of the internal dialog at all. This was in that Junior year of college in which everything else profound happened. I had been practicing the mirror meditation, looking at the different faces which overlaid my own on the side I was not focusing on. After a bit of that, I went into the mundane practices of preparing for bed. I was home at the time, my parents and brother having already gone to bed. I brushed my teeth and had just looked up from rinsing when I heard a very clear, very calm, and very external male voice say my name.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my parents room and said “what?” They said “what?” I said “you just called me” and they said “uh, no, we didn’t.” I go into my brother’s room and said “did you call me?” to which I heard “snooooore” (not faking it, he was dead asleep). I went back to my parent’s room and confirmed again that Dad had not just said my name. I went back to the bathroom, stood in front mirror and went back into a mini meditation and said “What? I am listening.” Nothing. Crickets! *sigh* And that is literally the only time I ever heard a voice that could not be explained.