Is There A World Beyond Space and Time?
Is There A Place We Can all Be Held By Loved Ones?
Is There Recompense For All The Suffering on Earth?
In Death, Do We Go To A Better Place?
Does God Wipe away every Tear From Our Eyes?
I Hear Voices.  The "Are Not Real" They "Don't Exist"
And I Have Been Punished and commited to hospitals many times
For HEaring the Voices Of My Living and Dead Family Members
All Day, Often All Night While I Sleep, My Grandparents And Parents
They Talk to me in my sixth sense.  Literal auditory hallucinations.
My Great Grandmother, Mamaw, Who Has Been Dead For Eight Years, still talks
to me.  She told me she lived inside of my heart now, that I had loved her enough
in mortal life, that she was able to talk to me from heaven.  She is very wise.
I met my husband Theodore Chris Land The Day She Died, and on that day,
as I was crying, I heard Her Voice for the first time, saying, "I've got my angel wings Caroline!"
My parents my mother and father, my four grandparents, and cousins and siblings,
all talk to me different groups of voices, most often, several voices at a time....
What do they say?  They are very critical of me.  They used to tell me to hurt myself, years ago.
But I am such a kind person that they stopped that and started being very critical of my thoughts, deeds and choices as I was making choices in my life...my hallucinations of my family was always yelling in my head at me, always advising me, often criticizing my choices and deeds.
Kind of like an audible conscience.  These family voices serve as my conscience...
The are speaking to me right now, Mamaw and Bumpaw and Mommeea...They are comforting me.
As I grew used to their presence and they noticed how kind I was to them, years ago they began
to comfort me primarily, to strengthen and advise me, to tell me jokes, to love me with compliments
and telling me they love me.  I feel like I am protecting them.  Mamaw always says,
"I am dead, but I lived on in your HEART...That is Why I Am Here.  Because you love me"
They say The reason they talk is because I loved them more than anyone else
and that they would always be present even after my real-life loved oned had died.
They told me they would be with me always because of my love for them, they
live on in my Heart.  The pills don't make them go away...and I
do not want them to go away.  They are like a walking cane I lean on, a crutch.
When I am brokenhearted, the voices are always near to me....
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!