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Although its name is very vivid, exploding head syndrome isn't painful.
It's where you hear a loud noise in the head upon waking up at night or during the wake-sleep transition -- and other people don't hear it. It may sound like fireworks, a bomb exploding, or a loud crash. Some people have described it as a gunshot, cymbals crashing, or a lightning strike.
originally posted by: Draculad
a reply to: BrotherKinsMan
Yes
Only around the sleeping stage (hypnagogic) so they can be discounted as musings of the brain. Usually random stuff but sometimes almost personal. Apparently that's 'normal' although I don't rule out being a bit nuts.
Seems to happen once a month or so. The voices are from within the head so ear muffs or anything like that won't stop them.
I've had similar experiences when meditating although that could be the same thing as meditation is naturally relaxing whilst offering near full control over the body if one becomes fully engaged with the process.
I can't claim to know what it's all about, when I hear others talk about this topic 2 things always stand out which is either heightened stress or a sense of pure relaxation. The far ends of a spectrum so to speak, I find that worthy of note especially if others want to replicate the experience.
originally posted by: Degradation33
a reply to: UltimateLoser
Okay, Avatar/Profile explained then...
Dystopia = California, The USA, Western World etc etc.
Senseless Practitioner = what a scentless apprentice turns into... it's an ironic inside joke that no one needs to fully understand.
Maybe Nirvana fans catch it.
As a painting =
The avatar/background is entirely through a Salvador Dali Filter. It was hardest to keep the AI from putting mustaches on all the images. All are Dali AI painting of other artwork. And the avatar, and all the ones in the lavender turtleneck, are images from a repeating seed image.
And I can't get rid of them, the voices. Drugs are nothing. Not even antipsychotics.
I think it was either lysergic acid, rave drugs, or occult things that turned me into what I am. And it's about 19 years in being fully integrated in my psyche, going back 25, that's worth adding.
And if you were to base all witches everywhere off American Horror Story Coven, I can totally do a few of the seven wonders.
Can't do any of the kinesthetic ones, though I'm sure the secret to it all is so obvious it gets missed altogether. The spoon bending goat staring things.
originally posted by: Degradation33
a reply to: BrotherKinsMan
Yes. All the time. Never goes away.
Never truly audible. Never actually something heard, but like a really loud internal dialog I don't fully control, but can queue up with the conscious. Like I have a peanut gallery of vain and evil KKΓ girls and their sworn unpopular heart of gold adversaries fighting it out. If it was a painting, it would be that Frida Khalo one, only with a debutante and a nerd-girl.
It's a lot like channeling your unconscious self. What comes out, sometime was willingly supressed within. An unconscious projection of all with a type of triggered sentience.
here is a quick way to tell if you are schizoaffective or schizophrenic.
Hallucionations can't spell words, and they can't do math, even simple math. they also cannot speak in any language that you do not know.
test the voices with this.
i know this cause i am schizoaffective, and when things get bad, i challenge the voices to do math, and spell words. it helps gournd me and remember that they are not real, but hallcionations
In other circles it goes full on Angel's and Demons. I went more Jungian with it, but others end up thinking they're communing with an Archangel. It runs the gammet of the metaphysical, and all can be projected.
"The Voices" can also be compared to or called a Tulpa, demon, daemon, jinn, genie, and every other thing "out between two worlds".
My demons are all me, though