My questions are: Can you describe what an interior locution is, and how it differs from something you hear with your ears?
Did you ever go out to the car and then think, “I wonder if I locked the door?” That’s your thought-voice and most common interior locutions are in that voice. They are experienced, however, not as something generated by you, but as something given to you.
A vocal apparition, sound without vision, would be in someone else’s voice. I have read of people hearing a beautiful woman’s voice they “know” is Mary. No one else hears it, but it is clearly identifiable as coming from the outside of the person and not just occurring inside their mind.
I think of it as God putting “words in my head.” Others opinions will vary.
Is this phenomenon rare in the life of an everyday person?
I don’t think so, but I also think that what’s rare is someone identifying it as a locution instead of their own thoughts. Like, someone will say, “I don’t know, something just told me not to go that way,” when they have avoided the bridge washing out. But if you ask if they think it was an angel or God, they say no, it just occurred to them. Then they usually justify it somehow.
Mainly, I’m referring to God choosing to answer a soul briefly and unexpectedly in a moment of prayer.
If you have experienced this phenomenon once or more in your life, what was it like?
I have to say, I think this happens all the time. Not just in response to prayer, although I think in prayer we finally become attuned to what is happening. I think our Guardian Angels and Patron Saints and whoever are always telling us stuff, reminding us, helping us find our keys or not stress out over trifles or think about how another is feeling. I think they talk to us all the time.
The first time it happens and you know what it is, you just know what it is, it’s kind of … humbling and amazing and makes you think, *“Oh that can’t be … me? Does this really happen?” * I think the key is that the locutions are almost always accompanied by peace. One time God “yelled” at me. Only it wasn’t yelling, it was just telling me how something was my fault, but there was so much love I couldn’t feel badly about myself. I was just so grateful to know and … I wished I’d been able to tell my children the way God told me when I was messing up. .
Keep praying. Keep listening. God bless you abundantly.