I'm posting again, because I asked God for wisdom over anything else around five years ago so I'll write with the assumption that maybe he has given me something worth sharing, but I'm just a retard at heart so no worries if no-one can make sense of any of it I just need some kind of outlet so here I am writing long pretentious sentences. Strap in and lets faff about some!

Where is God? It is something I would love to know for sure, out of all the voices that speak to us constantly which is the voice of reiteousness and infinite wisdom? I'm going to take a guess. Within my head is two entities that are with me at all times. I'm going to call these two voices "My emotions" and " My conscience".

My emotions are feelings that often confuse my conscience, giving me urges and fears that I don't understand. They are activated by being in different environments mostly and sometimes by the people I interact with.

My conscience is a voice inside my head that speaks to me in very unexpected manners, it takes on the tonal qualities of my own voice and distracts me from the rest of the world when listening to music, having a conversation or trying to get to sleep, in fact all throughout the day, non-stop.

Other voices which speak to me are external, such as from other people, words and sounds generated by mechanics or the wind. However I like to believe that God is with me always so I think that he couldn't be any of these voices (however I do believe that through uncanny circumstance and timing I am recieving messages, but this does not satisfy me as being God's only voice, he is more involved."

I am mildly sure that My conscience I have known for a few years now (since I devoted myself to serving a higher power having been dissatisfied with humanity), that keeps me awake, causes me to do clumsy thing on an hourly basis and has an opinion on just about everything is God speaking directly to me. I don't know If anyone else has this same voice but I would love to know your thoughts.

But the more I think on it the more it makes sense, from this voice there seems to be an everlasting flow of information that I don't have any idea where it came from. People call me a quiet person when I am around a few people, maybe so but I tell you it's God's fault, he won't shut up. I can't play music, among other things with his drawl.

When the conscience speaks to me it seems so clear in my head but it gets fudged when I try to express it. It also conflicts directly with my emotions, it is able to take an objective approach to everything. When I obey it's orders I become relaxed and happy whereas the places my emtions take me turn everything to ship.

Tell me I'm crazy, go on, how do I know you don't secretly suspect the same thing, how do we know when we are on the path rie-tchess-ness or wether we are deep in the thick black tar of our humanity, how do you know I won't change my mind and post something completely
different in another year? God knows, ask him.