One hot summer afternoon, I was out in the front yard standing near a sign, which I didn't know was there. My back was turned to the sign. I really had absolutely no clear idea it was there.

Suddenly a voice which I trusted in my mind told me to, "Turn around and walk!" I did exactly as it told me.

I turned around suddenly and collided head on with the sign, which I found out, was almost touching my back!

What does this mean, I thought silently to myself. The voice knew that the sign was there, obviously. I didn't. Why is a thought voice I can hear telling me to walk into a sign???

In the fall of 1972, I took a course in Hindu religion at U.W.-Stevens Point because I wanted to learn about Arjuna, a gentleman who the book Chariots of the Gods by Erik Von Daniken said had been taken up into heaven by a 'silver chariot.' I learned a little more about some of the legends of Krsna and the books of religious teaching; the Vedas & the Upanishads. In the spring of 1973, I ended up working with a young mulatto man with bluish skin like Krsna. We became friends.

In the summer of 1973, we entered a small occult bookstore, which had grown up in town during the 60s. I immediately noticed a book about the comet Khahoutek that had just passed the earth and sun. I picked it up and started to read bits and pieces.

It said that during the early 1950s, just before I was born, many people in the Oshkosh, Fond-u-Lac, Green Bay area had seen what they reported as a green sun. I remembered reading a book written on the teachings of Black Elk, a Native American spiritual guide. In that book he predicted that when the end of times came there would be a green sun and a red moon.

This shocked me, I put the book down, and began thinking about God, all the misery in the world, and in particular heroin use in New York City. How desperate those addicts get.

Suddenly I heard an audible voice which sounded like Santa Claus the guru saying, "Good Stuff!!!" I was utterly shocked. I had never heard an audible voice before which came from my mind. My friend and I left the bookstore. I have not heard an audible thought voice again until 1986.

One day I was driving to Wisconsin Rapids to run an errand. It was a beautiful day, the sky was clear, it was breezy, and I was in a very good mood.

Suddenly, I heard my thought voice telling me to drive the car into a tree. I did not.

In the end, we have all seen these people who talk to themselves, what do they hear??? Are they hearing an audible human voice like I heard and talking to it. Why is this perceived as being different than the average person’s thought voice. Where do our erroneous thoughts come from. Why do we not bother with exploring this subject in depth??? Why do we think we are so much better in the head, if we sometimes listen to or do not listen to a thought voice, which we hear audibly or inaudibly. What is the difference between the selves that hear them audibly and get very involved in conversing with them and the selves who only utilize them to think?

For years, I have listened to a female voice, which has grown into a frame around my mother. She advises me. She is my friend and companion. Do most people not have this. What is conscience??

In the final analysis, I have decided that these voices are produced by God to help guide and orient ourselves in the world.

What is the difference between my conscience and a black gangbanging ghetto black's conscience. These are questions!

Also: sometimes you are trying to remember something: and the memory will-not-come: so you give-up trying to remember.

You are walking along a few days later: or: doing something completely disconnected with anything having to do with the memory: and: suddenly: 'Oh!!! I remember-now.'?

And: then: there are what people call Freudian-slips: because they are so poetic and goofy.

What causes these?

In the end, I have learned to trust in my own thoughts based on a certain ethical content. Any thoughts that disagree with this basic ethical construct I consider are not mine.

AND: then there is the problems I have had with different browsers reading my earlier Microsoft Notepad coding.

The early browsers would read-it: now: I have to utilize the Microsoft Wordpad coding.

And when it read the Notepad coding in my King Arthur paper: the quotes, apostrophes, and commas read like a high-priced-novel!!!!??????!

"King Arthur Paper... I."

"Causes me great-pause."