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Reverse speech tells the truth

I used to think reverse speech, such as hearing other things said when you play a record backwards, was just something intentionally done by spooky musicians for fun, until recently when I came across the work of David Oates.  
David is a pioneer of reverse speech, and works with people in a therapy-like setting, wherein he simply records everything they are saying then plays it backwards listening for the clear statements within the recording.  It is as though the soul or higher intelligence of the person speaking tells on them, saying the concise thing that matters in regards to them and their situation.  A man seeking help with his anger issues hears (when his tape is played backwards) several statements such as "a crime with my father".  A woman seeking help with her relationship issues hears "I was molested".

The messages heard in reverse speech appear once every 10 to 15 seconds and are most often relevant to what was being said at that time.

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David also records politicians on TV,  and played in reverse they are heard to say very revealing things such as "tell big lie", "we sell God" and "your not safe, Armageddon". 
Forget about a lie detector, when he records suspected murderers who are whole heartedly denying that they did it, the reverse speech is filled with not only them admitting to it, but also giving key information regarding how they did it.

I, perhaps like you, am amazed that I only just heard of this now.  I feel as though this information smacks me in the head with revelation, like the punch line of some deeply spiritual cosmic joke. 
We think we are so clever and yet our own lying voice tells the truth at the same exact time.

I sort of erupt like a volcano of laughter, similarly as to when with the assistance of psychedelic substances I saw through the eyes of God, the ultimate spy.
I saw through so many people's eyes, as a quiet observer of all they saw, and in the end of this "vision" I laughed so deeply at the "failing forces of darkness" which seem to have our world wholly dominated.
I saw the way they reverse engineer the human body, like a crashed Ufo, seeking only to control it.  I saw the cold intellect they apply to everything they horrifically do.
I also saw the beautiful fire of this creative  spark, burst from the hearts, minds, and mouths of countless people with such superior power that there is no question. The truest God we are all united in has no equal.  The game of make believe persists as long as it takes real faith to grow.  Faith is NOT as some intellectual cripples say, just believing without proof.  Faith is a smaller bridge, from what one has done the work to comprehend, to the next step of understanding.  The truly faithful lean in that direction with a mind willing to be wrong.
I think that last statement encapsulates an entire sphere of mock enlightenment with stark clarity, however it's all old hat, " by their fruits you shall know them" and only in these days of such fake food, can we interpret such bread as Christ's body.

The point of this whole thing is to simply say, (look for yourself) that the human voice, while saying what It is saying, also says something else, often more true, when recorded and played in reverse.

It really is too funny, I can't get over it.

My response I can see comes from an experience of not feeling supported by, but rather ever attacked by the cult of normality, that paints over,  with ever a broader brush, the oddities that no longer fit within its clearly defined boundaries.
In a big way I honor a sacred center of all humanity and real self, and it is this that the hateful micro-cults of country, religion and politics despise most, as a thoroughly depressed person hates optimism.
In these times of War manifesting on the visible plane of existence,  wherein we see the blood of children broadcast, the tears of parents falling powerless, I can only stab my truth towards the absent heart of a collective lie.
Completely dropping the 4th wall of clever artistry I say that the only point of self expression is that truth.  It may take holding the freshly dead bodies of a couple loved ones as i have to appreciate the finality of life as we pretend it to be.

It might thereafter seem as though the world of people whipped and scorned to trod in one brave direction are dyslexic, only able to utter a fact when their statements are recorded and played in reverse.