My issue seems to occur randomly and there seems to be no trigger to cause it to happen that I am aware of. I could be at work, or at home or reading or meditating - it doesn't seem to matter. The only constant thing is that I am awoken every time it happens.
What happens to me is that I hear in my head unspoken yelling and screaming and shouting and talking (not in my mind's voice) - I can only describe it as harsh voices, furious voices, almost anguished.
There are so many of them that I cannot hear what they are saying and they are very insistent - talking all at once and without pause. With these voices that are spoken is an intense anger, like a rage. I feel this emotion wash over me gathering into intensity until the voices start to recede into silence. The feelings of rage don't compel me to do anything, I always ensure I am calm but it's hard not to get swept up in the feeling. I know somehow that this building rage, this anger isn't my own - it feels foreign to me.
If I speak to this cacophony of voices it only seems to enrage them further - I have never been able to make sense of them. It is the most peculiar feeling though, if I try to listen to them more intently the voices continue, but they always recede into silence (kind of like passing out of a room full of noise). This only occurs for a few minutes at most.
A few times I have tried to embrace the emotions of rage, its like feeling something alien - something that doesn't belong to you - I'm not sure how to describe it. When I have done this I have felt angry about things that normally I wouldn't even think about - like the time I was reading a book, I was suddenly angry at the book, angry at the color of the bed sheets, angry at the house for being a house - just angry at everything. Resentful even, but more like a rage or fury at these things. The oddest thing about it is that I don't why Id be angry at these things all of a sudden if not for trying to feel the emotions of these voices. When the voices fade into silence so does the feelings of rage and animosity - it leaves me at a loss to explain any of it.
I have been experiencing this since I was a small child to present day, it confused me at first but I have grown used to the sudden infrequent occurrence over the years of this weird phenomenon. I can't see the benefit in it, i.e. The bright side - it doesn't harm me or anyone else in anyway I know of either.
Hearing voices I don't think is ever a good sign especially if they aren't particularly happy... Does any one know what it is I am experiencing?
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We've deduced (one psychologist, one counsellor, friends and trusted psychics) that I am not crazy, and in this instance we've only theorised, in general, that because I am so detached from the experience unless I try to sync in with it its of no harm to others or myself - I am not compelled to do anything, nothing spoken by the multitude of voices is coherent or understandable other than the emotion. Its like if anger and outrage had a sound, its the sound that I hear during these events.
I beginning to think there is some credibility to tuning into an underworld, or vibrational plane. I have heard of the concept of something like the seven planes of existance each a different vibration and the last plane being seventh heaven or godhood. Perhaps I am tuning into the emotional plane but only anger - oddly I am always detached and baffled when this happens, in a state of deep calm. Even when feeling the emotion of rage wash over me and allowing myself to in a sense experience the rush of fury it still feels alien to me because its no my fury.
I do get angry from time to time, and I have the tendency to shout rather loudly with coarse language... So I can honestly say there is no bottled up anger in me. I'm someone who will never leave the house on a bad note with anyone. Same goes for the office.
My reason for posting this story as with the others is to find individuals who understand what I am experiencing or can share my experience (s) and shed light on the matter. If this is you then please share with me your story. At the end of the day I think what I am after is answers not conjecture because despite my love of learning sources of reputable information are not readily available to me.