Silence is Loud

If you’re quiet, you will hear. Magic happens in the space of quiet. Those with clairaudience especially benefit in the space of quiet. For myself, clairaudience is typically not incredibly loud and often presents itself in a muffled, whispery fashion. It can be rather annoying if I am unable to tune in enough to make out what is being said. Clairaudience isn’t just hearing talking, it can be other sounds.

Have you ever had the experience of riding in a car with someone and the radio is on, but turned way down? You can tell there is sound, you can tell there are voices but you can’t make out what they’re saying. That is what clairaudience is like for me. If there is total silence especially when I’m close to drifting into sleep. It sounds far off in the distance yet close by somehow and it annoys me to no end when I can’t tune in no matter how hard I try. Sometimes it is like a conversation or sometimes it’s like a group of people talking and I can’t understand it and I can’t adjust the volume either. So I’m stuck listening to the sound of a cafeteria of people muffled and it drives me crazy so then I’m left trying to tune it out. Where is that universal remote when you need it?

Sometimes it isn’t talking I hear, but I suppose a frequency of vibration. I’m not talking about the ringing in the ears that people describe with spirit. It’s this lower tuned frequency like a distant low drone sound, not unlike what you would imagine a hovering ufo to sound like. I never make anything of it so I’ve just been calling it Earth’s song. I know Earth and planets have frequencies so I chalk it up to hearing her vibration.

Phantom music is another of my favorites though it isn’t always muffled. I’ve heard beautiful classical-sounding pieces. Full orchestrated sounding pieces. A solo horned instrument. I’ve heard the solemn and sultry strings of a solo violinist. Today I heard drums in the distance very briefly. Not a drumset sort of drumming. Tribal sounding, ancestral sounding. Native sounding. A sound similar to that of animal skinned drums. It was brief but it stayed with me most of the day.

I have been in the mountains and through the valley hear the sounds of the drums playing with the chanting of Natives carrying through the wind in the valleys. Sometimes the sound of celebration, other times the sound of mourning. These I write up to imprints. Energy imprints of a past event that held so much energy of the moment in which it occurred the imprint remains and it plays back like a recording. Aligning with the time and energy of when it was happening in real-time.

The sound of tapping or knocking. This is one that most will have experienced at some point and time in their life. I recently had an experience of being awoken by three loud knocks. Then later in the week again fully awake three loud knocks. Tapping is another common one. My sister had an experience in a place she was living that was very active. She was consistently hearing tapping on her bedroom window on the second floor and her husband would also hear it. She said you could even see the glass pane vibrating, she said that it sounded like morse code, the same rhythm over and over. So, finally, they recorded it, but when played back it sounded nothing like the tapping that was audible to their ears but instead talking and a very disturbing sort of talking at that. We will call it non-human and leave it at that. She was so freaked out she had her husband immediately delete it. This was one of the least crazy happenings of this place for the time she lived there. Again, Saltville, Virginia is an extremely paranormally active town. The entire town. I lived a few miles from her and had my own disturbing and regular happenings.

Singing is another one that happens and it can be either muffled or clear depending probably more on my vibrational frequency than anything. I once woke up to the clear sound of a little girl singing in my ear. She was sweetly singing everything is going to be okay mommy. To my knowledge, I haven’t miscarried a little girl. Though sometimes we aren’t always aware during the early stages of pregnancy. In a dream visit from my dad last year he introduced me to a young man and was very adamant he was my son and he was standing with his arm around him. He even gave me his name. Given the age of the young man I can say at that point and time I did suspect having miscarried early on. I recall that my cycle was a little late and I had symptoms of severe morning sickness. I was living on the other side of the country at this time and had flown home to visit family for two weeks. I stayed sick and then had what I can only describe as one of the worst female cycles of my life. I spent a good amount. Of time wondering if I had been pregnant, I guess my dad answered that for me.

This is why I believe that many mentors are adamant about practicing silent meditation. It makes sense, silence is golden after all. I do fully admit that intentional silent meditation is a big struggle for me. I almost always end up falling asleep. I tend to resist doing it because it usually just means I’m going to end up taking a nap. Though, I might end up with some pretty cool dreams.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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