Do you know, in the company of similar minds, I can say this.
The tragedy I went through of losing them - I lost my channel. I could hear God went I painted and I KNEW *what* I was supposed to paint. When I became ill afterward - I couldn't *hear* anymore. I've wept more for that than I have any litmus strip.
Thank you Trapper. You brought me to being able to hear again.
I am forever grateful.