I really don't know sweety, my experience is very different, I think. Let me explain. I learned automatic handwriting when I was 15 30 years ago, or whatever you call it today, where the subconscious writes without conscious control. It was scrawly, slow and boring. I also was doing the pendulum thing.

I connected with others, by name and bio. We were teenagers then, but I wanted to appear "normal", so we said this was nutz and went into denial. Looking back, "FAIL".

Anyhow, today, we write like we're writing a notebook or recipe, the sub-c doing its own thing in freehand cursive without hesitation- years of practice. I guess. Actually, come to find out we've done a lifetime of quiet switching, so everyone learned how to write- writing styles are a dead give away. Which is so freaky because notes are so like personal and not shared which means they appear like magic. Familiar but yet a mystery. You just have got to experience it to know what I mean.

I also began to notice that midway through each word being written, a voice would say the word before it was finished written. That was when I finally accepted that the voices I hear are not my own thoughts, but those of others. Or call me psychotic and shoot me full of drugs....pleeease!

Anyway, I've finally trustedly accepted what I'm inner hearing is the communicative work of others. I've come to believe that my entire thinking structure is the voices of many, moment to moment, opinion to opinion, decision to decision- this is why we can hardly ever make our mind up about anything!

What classes to take in college....all of them? Jazz, accounting, Art, English....how about lets get drunk. 25 years later...

But that's me sweety, some of these others are still flat in denial, the egotistical male ones are for sure.

So, the best advise that I've ever heard hun was treat the others with respect, like they are other people, because they are. If you disbelieve and reject them like they are not real and imaginary, they'll treat you the same way.

You just need to get into the inner loop, and do more listening then talking, because without them hun, you are nothing. They are you, but not you. Talk about a mind screw.

Me/we can talk to the one up up front easily, but others are quiet till they're called upon, or it's so like way in the background. I think were robotic in nature, on call to deal with the next moment in life.

But when another presents, life takes a left. C'est la vie!

I hope this helps hun for this is how I got there. It's just acceptance of the hand dealt us, and that we have others who are just as perplexed as the front us, for we aren't the "it" ones, we are an other. I know I am, because the others go to work. I'm the homebody, I'm Susie. Luv