When I was a kid, very young, I had what can only be described as an unusual relationship with a certain incomplete phrase. The words “put it” would appear in my mind, connected with a feeling of soft slowness, somewhat like being underwater. The words would come into my head with no notice, not as any part of thoughts currently forming in my mind. It always struck me as being somehow external, not a part of my own natural thought process. The voice in which I heard this phrase also did not seem to be my own. It sounded deeper, and further away.
Being an introspective, somewhat solitary boy, given to unusual notions (I haven’t changed a bit), I naturally assumed that I was being contacted by either aliens or ghosts directing me to put some particular object in some particular place. Although I unfortunately never received any further instruction, remembering the experience still brings back the same odd feeling.
This memory has never left me, unlike many other unusual childhood fancies. It is something I have often reflected on, viewing the memory through the eyes of various philosophies, psychologies and spiritualities, and in various states of sobriety.
I have considered, at times, the likelihood of simple brain function, alien or ghost contact (see above), past-life regression, thinning of the lines between dimensions, psychosis, telepathic communication, mystic communication with a/the deity, and many other lunatic explanations.
While I have no doubt the truth would be much more mundane than my youthful imaginings, these ideas once fueled my fiction. They currently act as a mental plaything, a pastime, and an occasional musical inspiration.
Though I do still think it was aliens.