It's not a voice that you hear, it's a voice that is just there, like a phantom of a voice, a breathless voice. It speaks in pictures, it speaks in sounds and symbols. It speaks in a person's face that I've never seen before, but seems so familiar.
It speaks to me in colors and smells. It speaks to me through the very cells of my body. It has, a few times now, overcome my body, with information which contained a feeling of completeness, oneness, and peace.