For my entire life, I have been hearing voices. I know that a lot of people out there have also had experiences that can only be described that way.
To be specific, I've heard, and still hear, voices very often, and each time they only call my name. This has happened in almost every situation in every-day life that I can think of. In terms of how many people are around (if this makes a difference), I hear the voice in places from a large crowd to when I'm with a small group of people, with seemingly no one being the one calling me, to when I'm by myself. When I'm alone, though, this experience seems to be the most frequent.
I hear the voice anywhere from a long distance away to five feet from me. The voice is different every time I hear it, sometimes being a voice I know, but mostly it's unknown to me.
I'm the only one who hears this voice, with the exception of one occasion in a church when my sister heard it as well. But because this is only once of many times, I'm not sure if a living person actually did call out to me or not.
That details the description of my experiences with this phenomenon. I'm new to this site, so I don't know what other information would be necessary to determine the cause. In light of this, I'll provide some things that may have a vague correlation with this. If you find something that doesn't help with this experience but shows signs of other things of an "interesting" nature, please say so.
When I was in fifth grade, I working on an assignment in the classroom. There was a storm outside, which, at the time, I didn't pay much attention to. However, later on there was a flash of light from the light fixture above me. I had just enough time to glance up before a bolt of electricity shot down, splitting into two bolts and searing the kid next to me across the elbow, but striking me on the back of my neck. It raised a large welt that would gradually fade and then intensify, moving from one to the other over a period of about one to two minutes. My ability to think straight was slightly impaired, and I ended up going home. The welt eventually went away, but I've had red marks in random patterns that change from day to day ever since.
About three years later, I had a dream that I was reading late one night by light of my little brother's electronic glow stick. I reached out to adjust the glow stick, but as soon as I touched it, it exploded in a shower of sparks. I threw my hands up to protect myself, jerking them up so fast that one hand flew to the back of my neck. It was at this moment that I woke up, only to find the back of my neck throbbing, exactly on the spot that the lightning bolt struck. These have been my only experiences so far since the incident.
My irises have four colors in them. The most prominent color is green, but on close inspection, the green goes only halfway around each iris. The other half is a paler color, more closely resembling blue. The colors are divided diagonally, from top right to bottom left. In the top right part of my eye, where the green and blue meet, there's a sliver of brown. But the most interesting part is the orange ring around each pupil.
I've always felt that I'm different, like there's something in my future that is anything but normal, like I'm destined for something I can only describe as strange and different from regular life.
Now call me odd, eccentric, or whatever you want, but I'm merely stating the facts. If you know anything as to the cause of my hearing voices or anything else concerning these experiences please comment.