The voice from inside my head not from inside my head.

A prediction that came to me a while ago just came full circle: I completed my class, successfully, with a "B" average. I'm happy and relieved. But my success in this class was never left to chance: I was somehow given fore-knowledge I would pass this class.

I'll back up a little bit. Since last Friday, I've been going over my old tests from the class. Basically, from the old tests I re-did the problems I got completely wrong, partially correct...and well...the problems I got fully right, too. I didn't want to leave anything to chance. I wanted to make sure I had a firm grasp of the concepts I knew I would be tested on this week. I would then go back to my instructor after class and pick his brain some more. Then I would do those problems once more. Yesterday evening I did more of those same problems again. Neurotic behavior aside, all of that "extra" studying I did probably enabled me to receive the grade I got on the final. For me to receive a grade of "B" for this class I needed a 72 or higher on my final. I got a 76. On top of the relatively decent grade I got on my final, I also got a 95 on the fourth test that was given on Tuesday of this week. That grade was the second-highest grade for that test. Go me. As I've said before, too, that grade of 95 gave me some breathing room on the final; I could have afforded to make some faffy mistakes but still get the overall grade I wanted.

But still before that, before the class even began I was worrying. I would tell people that I'm taking an elite math class at Parkland college, but at the same time I was still worried about passing the class. People would tell me, "Oh, you'll do fine. Just do what you have to do to pass the class." To myself I would think, "But I suck at math. I suck, suck, suck. How could I pass if I suck horribly at math?" I've basically been shitting bricks about this class. I was worrying incessantly about my own aptitude.

Then it happened in the middle of the night.

Just before the class started in the middle of June, I was lying in bed thinking (obsessing) about the class. I asked myself if I could really pass a challenging math class. And then I heard it. I heard a voice inside my head, but not coming from inside my head. The voice said, "You'll do fine." That was it. That never happened before to me and it hasn't happened since.

The weirdest, strangest, most surreal aspect about that voice is that I heard the voice inside my head, but I didn't create it, and I never heard that voice before. What was it? Who was it? Was it transmitted or did I just think differently? Whenever I think of people inside my head, I hear their words in their own voices. If I think of Kevin, I hear his words in his voice. I don't hear his words in my voice or any other voice. If I think about Kevin speaking to me, I hear Kevin in Kevin's voice. So...where did that voice come from? Did that voice have some sort of precognitive foreknowledge about my grade, or did I pass the class because I believed I would because of some weird voice that I think might be supernatural?

It is just very, very strange.

Alas, I did pass the class. I'm happy about that. I'm just wondering if that voice I heard was supernatural in nature, or if I just created it but didn't realize I did.

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