By the Author / Source: abuaram.site
Ever since my teenage years, a voice has resided in my head, telling me things like I was a future patient, that I was ugly, that I was a failure. Yet whenever danger drew near, it would tell me to run, to return home—insulting me and protecting me all at once.
I used to be deeply unsettled by this voice; I was overly sensitive and emotional. Why did it keep insulting me? What had I done to deserve having my feelings hurt like this? A few years ago, that voice died—or rather, transformed. Now, it tells me that it loves intelligent people like me, calling me special and remarking that there is something captivating about my thoughts, my voice, and my appearance. It expresses admiration for my intellect and mental evolution in recent years.
Ever since I turned eighteen, I have asked this voice and the others in my head to clarify who they are and what their true nature is. Sometimes they would say, “We are like security, intelligence officers, humans like you.” Other times, they would mockingly whisper, “Perhaps we are God,” or “You will die without ever knowing our true nature.”
It seems as though they operate under a divine law that strictly forbids revealing their existence and realm to humanity. They appear programmed for limited interactive tasks with us, yet they never hesitate to protect me—even if that protection feels supernatural or prescient, instructing and alerting me to danger before it strikes.
My connection to this realm stretches back to my childhood; they controlled me from my earliest years, choosing me when I was still an infant. It leaves me wondering: what is the truth behind my soul and my presence in this world? Was my mother bewitched? Or did they accompany me into this life for some sacred, hidden purpose? To them, I am immensely important, and their continuous interaction with me to this day proves that I am no ordinary human in their eyes.
I have endured countless experiences with them, some of which were agonizingly harsh on my mind and psyche. At times, I plunged into the deepest depths of schizophrenia and delirium, going without sleep for days as my mind transformed into a paranormal, otherworldly experience.
I hope to uncover their true nature one day. I wonder if a realm of spirits exists, given that they inhabit hidden dimensions within our world, and whether the mysteries before birth and after death are somehow connected to them.
