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written by Onforty on Jan 21, 2009 17:35
Well i cant hear 200 HZ in my left ear so i dont think i am super sensitive to sound.

But i am schizo-typic, and sometimes i get theese small things, well here is some "tasty" info:

I just talked with my father via phone, i was a bit half-sleeping and just listened to the beep's after talking. Then i dropped the phone and then i heared strange talk like in a phone. And the beeps beeped repeatingly.
wah... waall-eee
written by Magnulus on Jan 21, 2009 19:37
Cryoburner said:
Stargazer said:
yet, there are times I feel like someone or something is there, hiding in the dark, watching me.
Those are squirrels.

And witches.
And foxes. And wolves. And wolverines. And any number of Norwegian land creatures.
lost, not forgotten
written by Alex on Jan 21, 2009 23:45
Skinnymon said:
At least you proved you're not female. They never seem to hear anything...
Huh?
I don't hear anything!

*checks genitals*

...

ahem, in fact, and as far as I could remember, I did never hear anything that had no explanation. But sometimes there's been something with no apparent explanation. Perhaps a couple times in my whole life, it happened that something (like my parent's alarm clock with an embedded radio) was turned on at low volume, while believed to be off, resulting in background noise occasionally interrupted by announcers' voices that were too low to be resolved into words. Oh, and analogue telephone calls from flat PC speakers, years ago. I still have those same speakers, but I suppose the originating devices were replaced by stuff using digital signals since a long time. [which unfortunately rendered my wide-range radio monitor useless to spy on cell phone calls for the fun of it... ehm... nevermind] On psychological matters, I'm aware I have a "hidden observer", some idealized part of my own personality which duty is that of constantly watching and judging me. But I only feel like I'm being watched... that is, my personal hidden observer produces no sounds, still being annoying anyway. It also produces no "voices in my head", only voiceless and non-verbal emotions, like shame.
night fth
written by Ferinex on Jan 22, 2009 00:09
Magnulus said:
Cryoburner said:
Stargazer said:
yet, there are times I feel like someone or something is there, hiding in the dark, watching me.
Those are squirrels.

And witches.
And foxes. And wolves. And wolverines. And any number of Norwegian land creatures.
Salem Norwegian land creature Trials?
rose pony is best pony
written by Starchaser on Jan 22, 2009 02:34
Stargazer said:
Talking about hallucinations:

Sometimes, especially when I am in the forest during night time (stargazing treks, you know...), I can swear I see things out of the corner of my eye. They are usually dark, small, humanoid shapes, moving as if floating in the air, just outside my field of vision. There is never anything there once I turn my head to investigate, though. When it is really quiet as well, I can barely perceive the sound of whispering around me, laughter even. It sounds child like, as if uttered by a high pitched voice, yet still very low and kind of distant, coming out from the trees. I can never make out actual words, probably because there is none. I know for a fact that I am all alone; at least, I doubt anyone else is up at 04:00, certainly not in the middle of a deep forest some half-way up to the summit of a mountain, yet, there are times I feel like someone or something is there, hiding in the dark, watching me.

It was rather unsettling in the beginning, but I have gotten used to it over the years. These phantasms (for the lack of a better word) have never caused me any harm - after all; how could they? It is all in my head, so I have no reason to fear them.

The leading hypothesis, at least, is that it is my own fantasy, filling the blanks caused by the darkness and silence of the night. The human brain has an affection for patterns; and it will seek out a pattern even in circumstances when there is none. There is nothing to worry about - you are not going insane, your brain is just over-reacting once in a while.
In answer to you floating people. Is there a light breeze? If so and the branches are moving your brain is making up for the information it doesn't have. because you really only see out of the centre of your eye and the rest is blurred you mind makes up what is to far blurred. High pitch voice. We used to get that in the country from the wind blowing through the eaves of the house. I'm guessing a similar effect could be replicated with dense trees...
If there is no breeze... well I have to agree with Cryo. Must be witches

Speaking about over reacting. Due to lack of sleep last night I though my left thumb was being eaten by acid. :\ Wooo.

*looks at left thumb*

... oh :\

*cries* :'(
journeyman
written by Stargazer on Jan 22, 2009 09:57
The explanation can certainly be animals too, for sure. Agreed.

Oh, and as with Alex, I too have a "hidden observer" inside me. Except mine does talk, when I let it. I understand that keeping periodic conversations with my own sub-conscious might seem strange to most people, but I actually find it quite useful at times.

Of course, 'we' rarely "speak" with actual words, more like exchanging ideas, thoughts and knowledge. I guess it could be called a very mild form for split personality. It has never been a problem for me, though; I know who I am. I guess the best way to explain it is that where most people outgrow their invisible friends during childhood, I kept mine along in a subdued way.
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rawr
written by Raptorjedi on Jan 22, 2009 11:00
Okay, now I really have to ask this question. How did this thread ever reach a second page? No one on IRC really knew.
written by Deanfrz on Jan 22, 2009 11:58
RE: The hidden observer inside.

My beliefs change week to week, day to day, hour to hour.

But lately, I'm thinking we develop minds and elaborate hallucinations while we are inside our mothers. It's a bit like sensory deprivation. And this person. this psyche is traumatised by the realization that they are totally unaware and helpless about the real world.

This is when our animal soul takes over.

And sometimes we do have discussions with this person, but he is not us. He's some sort of ghost inside our sad machines.

Sometimes I feel someone got a message to me early. I dont know how most people live. How they travel through the day. How they walk among buildings. How they feel the world.

But I slide around like the captain of a ship. I have instruments below me. And my ship isnt exactly the best, and I fear pirates. I have no real weapons except the score or two teeth my carnivorous ancestors bestowed me with.

oddly, i've taken to talking to myself. and with time, I found I wasn't alone. there are people around me, and the funny thing i only have to murmur and it seems they can hear.

Of course, I know its just my wonderful pattern matching software.
i do my own stun-- avatars
written by Albeyamakiir on Jan 22, 2009 12:09
When I'm alone in the car, I practise arguring with people. I usually lose.
rose pony is best pony
written by Starchaser on Jan 22, 2009 12:34
RE: RE Hidden observer

Sometimes it feels like I am the hidden observer.
I can only come out when I deprave him from sleep and energy so I can gain control.
But it also seems that I am greatly disturbed. So when I am free I seem to freak out from not being able to interact with the outside world for so long.
I can use the computer. I control his fingers. I can put thoughts into his head and sometimes I can make him move where I want. some times the roles change and he depraves me...

/me gets a book idea.
doing pushups
written by Megagun on Jan 22, 2009 14:02
Raptorjedi said:
Okay, now I really have to ask this question. How did this thread ever reach a second page? No one on IRC really knew.
Gazer hijacked it.
night fth
written by Ferinex on Jan 22, 2009 21:37
Raptorjedi said:
Okay, now I really have to ask this question. How did this thread ever reach a second page? No one on IRC really knew.
When I saw this thread, I debated going on IRC to rant, but was far too busy... listening to music and relaxing.

/derailment of derailment
lost, not forgotten
written by Alex on Jan 22, 2009 22:22
Raptorjedi said:
Okay, now I really have to ask this question. How did this thread ever reach a second page? No one on IRC really knew.
hmm... we possibly went off-topic, as usual. Then continued to post in free will. It's all quite normal to me... never been one of those caring about staying on topic.

now, on the hidden observer, double personalities and stuff: the different views and perceptions listed above make me think of something I read on a psychology magazine. They said studies on anhestetics proven that the effect of those substances that don't turn the brain completely off, selectively disconnect the "backbones" allowing informations exchange between macro-regions of the brain. Which may ultimately suggest that consciousness emerges from the interaction of those regions, rather than their individual activities. Now, given the above experiences, all this could mean that we're made up of pieces, sort of CPUs, and that when we feel parts of own personality acting as stand-alone individuals, we're having troubles with information interchange somewhere betwene those pieces of our mind.

perhaps...
written by Deanfrz on Jan 23, 2009 00:41
I am not an exceptionally educated manchild. When I was young in school, I would sit in the library and as the rest of my class stayed in the front, reading G_d knows what, I imagine now it was teen dramas about high school and all the drama that would bring.

I admit I occasionally indulged. I read a certain book again and again about a guy marooned on an iceberg.

But for the longest time, I would slip into the back, deep into the non-fiction section, the heady histories and find my favorite picture book. I dont remember if I ever read a word in it, so I dont know what kind of book it was, but it was filled with pictures from the atomic test sites in the American Southwest and out in the Pacific.

It was like I was staring at the picture of my death. Over and over and over. I think a part of me never left that library.

I've got this sinking feeling. And I've had it for a year or two, that I'll never get to see Paris. That's the one thing I told people at the university. When I was in this horrid cannabis induced haze, always fearing the sniper. I couldn't talk to anyone. I'd sit at the bus stop, surrounded by people, afraid to glace at them, much less say anything. I spent my inheritance right there, always smoking alone. It was horrible, and I'm surprised I made it out alive. Only once did I get to meet a cannabis clerk, and the man practically walked to my door.

now I'm back at community college. Living in the smallest, non-closet room in my parents cracker shack in florida. It's actually build around the shell of an old school house. I have literally no money, almost completely under my parents thumbs in the house were I was born, right across the hall from the very room.

My only freedom is that I may drive this automobile I hate. A '96 ford explorer. I rode too and from grade school in that thing. 98 miles to and 98 miles from my dying grandmothers house every other weekend. Sometimes I would walk the quarter mile down to the corner to see the crumbling dirt floored shack where my father was born.

Anyways, If any of you wander through Tallahassee, drop me a line, and I'll give you the grand tour.

During my foolish times at that Central University, I ran an internet search on the topic on my mind. I read a story about a foolish girl, and I hated her so much. I'm convinced that my hate traveled back in time and took her away from me. A girl I never meet, never could meet.

That's about all the truth I want to tell about myself today.

I had something to say about Alex's comments on the hidden observer, but I've forgotten them.
written by Cryoburner on Jan 23, 2009 03:16
Alex said:
I'm aware I have a "hidden observer"

Mary Lou?


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