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[porphyry]

1. The other day A. called out from the back-seat of the car, "I wish they would stop all those weird noises!" "There is nothing weird about Brahms," I told him, imagining he meant the stereo, but he said nothing to that and a moment later came, "And I wish they would stop all those weird voices talking to me all the time!"

"When do you these voices talk to you?" I asked, somewhat alarmed.

"In the morning."

"You mean when you are waking up? You must mean dreams."

"No, I'm not asleep. Its at night and in the morning when I am lying in bed."

"Well, it is a kind of dream. You think you're awake, but you're not. You're between dreaming and waking." I could not resist telling him these are hypnogogic states, but even to him I am sure that made no impression.


2. Here is A.'s latest toy:



(don't ask me why he's not nude)

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[(Anonymous)]

When I was a little boy, I sometimes heard a voice calling my name: "Martin!" I was sure it was God, but I had no idea, what he wanted from me. But I told my parents. Erm, and that was shortly after I heard about Samuel being called by God, cf. 1 Samuel 3,1-21. What an annoying hypocrite, I mean, what a nice dreamy kind of a child I must have been... :-)

Emma Kirkby, yay! I'm currently listening to her Monteverdi Madrigali.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Maybe God's calling Andrew as well to counteract Malkhos's pagan influence. Either that, or the child needs a psychiatric evaluation for schizophrenia. :)

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

I've only had two auditions:

1. When I was about 6 years old, owing to illness I stayed in from recess, all alone in the classroom. I knew where the class supply of candy was kept and lightly raided it. I heard my name called out in reproach as clearly as I have ever heard anything. I even searched for anyone who could have said it. But even at that tender age I soon came to the conclusion it had been a hallucination rather than divine revelation.

2. When I had my gall bladder removed I suffered congesive failure and spent two weeks on a ventilator. A day or say after the surgery, when I had tremendously high levels of morphine in me, I distinctly saw and heard two angels enter and isnpect my body and discuss my condition, though without reaching any conclusion about my prognosis. If you are curious about what they looked like they were geometrical point sources floating about, if you can imagine what that would look like. Probably it was the poppies.

[benicek.livejournal.com]

What vivid hallucinations! You descriptions make my hair stand on end.

I've seen pain killers do some strange things to patients. I remember one bloke had a birthday and his family brought him a helium balloon and tied it to the end of the bed for him, which he liked. Then we gave him some pain killers (I forget which) and ten minutes later he thought the balloon was his daughter and was trying to introduce me to her.

[malkhos.livejournal.com]

Is there someone who doesn't like her?

[himmapaan.livejournal.com]

I can't imagine who...