Silent Thoughts

Think of how you "hear" your thoughts, what sense is that? There is no audible sound noted, but there is an illusion, if I might be so bold, of hearing none the less. You hear them in the confines of your mind. But never use the actual physical sense of hearing akin to the physiology of your auditory senses.

A silent sound. Or perhaps it is audible to all, or it could be audible to all if the plane is unlocked. If the area these thoughts reside in demand use of another set of senses natural to us entirely. Obviously we are all capable of hearing our thoughts, we all share the universal ability, it is the same plane. But the thoughts of another are never audible to me.

It leads me to further questions of the subconscious, does it perhaps work like a universal network? When I am asleep & it is fully in control does it have the power to make itself known to others who reside in the same realm? How does it become aware? Or has it always been? Has my conscious limited it in anyway? Is there a balance of both within me? Or is the power of my conscious still too strong? Or has it relinquished hold of our cohabitation to allow my subconscious free reign when it needs it?

My subconscious is purely oral, it records nothing for my conscious to draw back to, no typography of anything. Only audio & visual stimulation. Like those fables of our ancient ancestors who existed before written word. Was there ever a time the network the individual subconscious worked in was open to every & all working in the same field? Could they still connect today?

I feel a great power within me lying in wait, simply biding it's time until I discover it, I feel this ability present. But my mind, my ears, the channel to the inaudible sounds of others are blocked from my understanding at this present moment in time.

Today I dreamt of being unblocked. A man was speaking to me & I could hear nothing he said, as a result he stuck a straw in one ear & blew an entire world out, the liquid that accompanied it poisoned him. These thoughts on silent thoughts suddenly make this dream much clearer. I was traveling somewhere, perhaps to this plane that has been yet to be discovered by my conscious?

I know myself in my conscious understanding. I think of my subconscious as a greater version of me, my conscious diluted for the world's consumption but my subconscious exists completely concentrated.

Is it fiery? Is it kind? Wise? Stubborn? Impatient? Unintelligible? Or is it simply waiting for me to make a formal introduction. For me to accept my Being as a perfect amalgamation of the two?

This unknown power that we take for granted, the power to "hear" without physically employing the use of our ears is a clear sign of the psychic mastery that could possibly await us.

The most obvious sign of all perhaps.