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marmalade_skies

1.
This may sound silly, and I am not sure if it is in association with spirituality, but there may be a link.
I have a passion for music, and sometimes I like to compose it in my head. But most of the time when music comes to me, it jsut plays, as if it is already existent, and I do not even have to think about it for it to exist. It just happens. But the strangest thing is, the voice in the songs (I can hear a voice but can't make out the lyrics, they must be still processing or something within my mind) is dull and quiet, like my song already exists and is being played a bit muffled yet all other instruments are clear.
But the voice, I can actually identify, and it isn't mine, even though this is all created myself. If I say who the voices belong to you will probably all life, so I will just say they are two deceased men who were and still are incredibly famous and have deep meaning in my life.
Are the voices' of theirs just like that because those people mean alot to me, or are they somehow spiritually channelling through to me?

2.
A while back last year, there were a very traumatic experiences within my family, and I eventually couldn't take it and my method of coping changed. I was in my room trying to block out the noise with my ipod, but I didn't cry as usually. I openned my eyes as my body felt strange, and I was shaking furiously, and I couldn't stop. I tried but it wouldn't work. Eventually, it calmed down with the help of a particular song which strangely always happens to have some spiritual experience with. Anyway, so I eventually went to bed, and I felt incredibly warmth of somebody's breath come up to my right cheek, and wait for a while. Then it slowly went away. Ten to the left of me I heard my name whispered harshly but quietly. I got such I fright! I was frozen! Then I heard it again, louder, but softer in tone, and it went away.
I hadn't heard it again, but a few months ago whilst at work on a busy and stressful day, I heard it again, but just once. It wasn't any customers or co-workers.
Could this be my gaurdian angel?
Nothing Is Real . . .

Steel Hawk

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1) If they knew you well in real life then it would be possible. However, if this is the case it would be more likely that they would be influencing your thoughts on a subconcious level when you dreamt. Sort of like whispering in someones ear while they're asleep.

If they did know you well, and you have some latent psychic ability there's a chance they could be using you as a medium to some degree. But it's not as likely as the above.

2) Not likely. Someone trying to help your spiritual evolution wouldn't try to interfere or make themselves known unless you asked them to do so.

It seems to have been attracted to you while you were in a highly emotional state, pain, anger, crying. It then scared you when you calmed down. So, to me that seems like it was a negative entity (which feeds off fear and other emotional energy).

It saw you gushing it out, and when you stopped and started to calm down -- it -- now fully charged from all the raw emotional energy -- then spooked you. Doing so it got a little more energy (in the form of your fear).

Just my take on things...

marmalade_skies

Hmmm.
1. I actually didn't know them in real life, but would your theories still apply?

2. I did sense great fear when the name first called me, but the second time it called me, I felt relief in a way, like the day was going to be okay. Do you think that maybe I was frightened the first time because I already had the fear within me, though calmed down?
Or do you think that there really is an entity as you described. The concept sounds very interesting.
If your theory is correct, what purpose would the entity have of frightening me? Is there any deeper meaning to it?
Nothing Is Real . . .