I hear voices


Today if you should hear his voice, do not harden your hearts. – Psalm 95:7; Hebrews 3:15

In psychiatric terms if one ‘hears voices’ he is suspected of a mental disorder, even schizophrenia. But I hear voices. I hear the myriads of voices shouting through all the media, and Facebook, and all over the internet. I hear them in the streets and on the phone, and even hear them in my mind (whatever mind really is). In my mind I hear what is clearly my own voice, sometimes mixed with that of my parents and old friends, sages and fools. But there is one that is distinctly my own. Then there is another, one that chimes in gently at times to fuse with my own, but clearly that of Another, one of great wisdom and inspiration. It is that Voice that has come into my life some time ago, a very familiar one, but very distinctive from all the rest: it is a kol d’mama dakah- a still small voice, as heard by Elijah, Isaiah, Ezekiel, and myriads of others.

I have no need for my brother to identify himself when he calls on the phone, for I know his voice. His is a vibration passed through his vocal cords from his inner being, recognizable from all the rest. It is the same for my wife’s voice, or my children and my other friends- and even my own dog’s bark (and she knows my voice from others). I can recognize the voice of Winston Churchill and of Grouch Marx from all the others. And also that still small voice of the Good Shepherd, who once said, “My sheep hear my voice.”

It is that Voice who has guided me for the last forty years to successes and prosperity of life. It is that same Voice who has led me to Israel, and to my home, and even guided my hand in my profession as an artist and poet in his service. That Voice rides on the waves of vibrations on a frequency spread throughout the universe, the vibrations of the Voice at the base of the super string theory of vibration and existence, and Voice that spoke there the cosmos into being. It is the Voice that spoke to my ancestors from Mount Sinai and through the mouth of Yeshua (Jesus), the Messiah.

For this some may accuse me of a mental disorder, but I stand in good company with legions of those who have recognized that Voice, and it is the Voice of sanity and peace, of Life and Love- certainly a voice worth listening to and heeding.

My sheep hear my voice. Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: If any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.