The Day the Spirits Talked to Me
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Author: Guy David Uriel
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I’ll never forget the day the spirits started talking with me. I’m not sure anyone who ever goes through such an experience has a way to explain the joy, the relaxation and, most notably, the fear that goes through one’s mind all at the same time. To be clear, it was not the first time I’ve heard such voices, but it was the first time they materialized in the form of coherent, flowing sentences that addressed my ever-present questions.
From the ripe old age of 25, I would occasionally hear my name whispered softly in my ear, regardless of whether I was alone or with others. I always assumed such sensations were the product of an overactive imagination, and so I chose to ignore them. I remember waking up or turning my head in search of the sound’s origin only to find empty space. Admittedly, I don’t recall ever being afraid of the voice, and in retrospect, I’m surprised I never tried interacting with it to determine who was trying to communicate with me.
Over all this time, I mentioned this experience just once to my wife. I kept it a secret from everyone I knew until now. Why? Mainly, I was afraid of ridicule. I was still heavily influenced by my upbringing, by parents who always told me to keep my problems at home. I was swayed by the notion that only close family needs to know about my “dirty laundry.” My parents were always concerned about what the neighbors would say, and it was perhaps their way of protecting us from an overly critical and sometimes hostile world. As you probably figured out by now, I no longer fear the critics of the world. I can’t say I’m fully immune to them, but if they do affect me emotionally, it’s short-lived and quickly forgotten.
So here I am, hearing voices from beyond this dimension, making conversations with them, and going through an experience that doesn’t really resonate with me. This experience belongs to other people, not to me, I think to myself. I’m the kind of person who has his feet solidly on the ground. Someone who values scientific proof over untested traditions and blind faith assumptions. One who keeps his mind open, but maintains a healthy skepticism of those who claim they speak with spirits.
What do I do? How can I make sense of this experience? Here I am, face to face with unassailable evidence that life does in fact go on. How do I bring this knowledge out in the open? Everyone I know is going to be surprised, that’s for sure. All of a sudden, I come out with claims that spirits from another dimension are speaking to me?! I, who roundly criticized the validity of psychics and mediums?! Talk about a remarkably awkward position to be in. How do I solve this conundrum?
Fortunately, my spirit guides knew this would be a problem for me, and I give them credit for solving it quite elegantly. First, I started seeing repeating number combinations everywhere I went, in particular variations of “111” that aroused my curiosity. This way, by the time they started speaking to me, I was somewhat intrigued. Second, they chose their timing carefully, speaking to me to when I was alone or when everyone was asleep to reduce the appearance of me looking foolish. And third, they didn’t mention a word about spreading a calling or writing a book until I was quite certain of their legitimacy and convinced of my obligations. However, even with all of this mental preparation, I was still hesitant and contemplated many times how to go about actually delivering the message. How do I tell my family and friends of this experience?
Ultimately, I began by telling my wife. About a year had passed from the time they started speaking to me, and I chose my words very carefully, fearing she might think me a tad delusional and in need of therapy. You see, in my culture, if you see a psychologist, then something is wrong with you and you’re automatically branded a lunatic. Kind of like being presumed guilty until proven innocent. Can you imagine what speaking to spirits would sound like? Well, to my most pleasant surprise, my wife took it in stride, as if she was prepped for the occasion, which I later learned to be true. My wife has since become aware of my obligation to write a book, and she started asking me many questions. It was the beginning of what would perhaps change our lives forever.
Now it was time to muster the courage to tell my parents. That, however, would take much longer than I expected. No matter how many methods I devised, I still feared their response. I thought of the many times my mother reassured me that she’d loved me no matter what, and yet that assurance somehow brought little comfort. I started thinking of the ancient prophets who also experienced these celestial communications, and I wondered, did they have an easy time bringing it to light or did they face the same fears that I do? If I had to guess, I’d probably go with the latter.
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Article Title: The Day the Spirits Talked to Me
Author: Guy David Uriel
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I’ll never forget the day the spirits started talking with me. I’m not sure anyone who ever goes through such an experience has a way to explain the joy, the relaxation and, most notably, the fear that goes through one’s mind all at the same time. To be clear, it was not the first time I’ve heard such voices, but it was the first time they materialized in the form of coherent, flowing sentences that addressed my ever-present questions.
From the ripe old age of 25, I would occasionally hear my name whispered softly in my ear, regardless of whether I was alone or with others. I always assumed such sensations were the product of an overactive imagination, and so I chose to ignore them. I remember waking up or turning my head in search of the sound’s origin only to find empty space. Admittedly, I don’t recall ever being afraid of the voice, and in retrospect, I’m surprised I never tried interacting with it to determine who was trying to communicate with me.
Over all this time, I mentioned this experience just once to my wife. I kept it a secret from everyone I knew until now. Why? Mainly, I was afraid of ridicule. I was still heavily influenced by my upbringing, by parents who always told me to keep my problems at home. I was swayed by the notion that only close family needs to know about my “dirty laundry.” My parents were always concerned about what the neighbors would say, and it was perhaps their way of protecting us from an overly critical and sometimes hostile world. As you probably figured out by now, I no longer fear the critics of the world. I can’t say I’m fully immune to them, but if they do affect me emotionally, it’s short-lived and quickly forgotten.
So here I am, hearing voices from beyond this dimension, making conversations with them, and going through an experience that doesn’t really resonate with me. This experience belongs to other people, not to me, I think to myself. I’m the kind of person who has his feet solidly on the ground. Someone who values scientific proof over untested traditions and blind faith assumptions. One who keeps his mind open, but maintains a healthy skepticism of those who claim they speak with spirits.
What do I do? How can I make sense of this experience? Here I am, face to face with unassailable evidence that life does in fact go on. How do I bring this knowledge out in the open? Everyone I know is going to be surprised, that’s for sure. All of a sudden, I come out with claims that spirits from another dimension are speaking to me?! I, who roundly criticized the validity of psychics and mediums?! Talk about a remarkably awkward position to be in. How do I solve this conundrum?
Fortunately, my spirit guides knew this would be a problem for me, and I give them credit for solving it quite elegantly. First, I started seeing repeating number combinations everywhere I went, in particular variations of “111” that aroused my curiosity. This way, by the time they started speaking to me, I was somewhat intrigued. Second, they chose their timing carefully, speaking to me to when I was alone or when everyone was asleep to reduce the appearance of me looking foolish. And third, they didn’t mention a word about spreading a calling or writing a book until I was quite certain of their legitimacy and convinced of my obligations. However, even with all of this mental preparation, I was still hesitant and contemplated many times how to go about actually delivering the message. How do I tell my family and friends of this experience?
Ultimately, I began by telling my wife. About a year had passed from the time they started speaking to me, and I chose my words very carefully, fearing she might think me a tad delusional and in need of therapy. You see, in my culture, if you see a psychologist, then something is wrong with you and you’re automatically branded a lunatic. Kind of like being presumed guilty until proven innocent. Can you imagine what speaking to spirits would sound like? Well, to my most pleasant surprise, my wife took it in stride, as if she was prepped for the occasion, which I later learned to be true. My wife has since become aware of my obligation to write a book, and she started asking me many questions. It was the beginning of what would perhaps change our lives forever.
Now it was time to muster the courage to tell my parents. That, however, would take much longer than I expected. No matter how many methods I devised, I still feared their response. I thought of the many times my mother reassured me that she’d loved me no matter what, and yet that assurance somehow brought little comfort. I started thinking of the ancient prophets who also experienced these celestial communications, and I wondered, did they have an easy time bringing it to light or did they face the same fears that I do? If I had to guess, I’d probably go with the latter.
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