Yesterday morning upon waking, I heard very clearly a voice saying to me, “You’re starving”.
At the time, I had been awake quite some time and was grumpy because I did not want to get out of bed so early. The message came out of the blue when my mind had quieted and I was tuning into my third-eye and heart.
I was not hungry.
The voice was hoarse-sounding and came from directly in front of me. It did not startle me because it was quiet and seemed to come from within my mind rather than from some place physical. It was very obviously a male voice.
I have no idea who it was or why they would tell me I was starving. Of course, ever since then, I have been wondering what it means.
The most obvious would be that I was literally hungry. But this was not true at the time.
The next obvious was that this “hunger” is another kind of hunger, one that means a need or craving for something.
This makes much more sense to me.
Starving implies that I am more than hungry, too. This is complete lack of sustenance.
It makes me wonder how this applies and has me contemplating so much about my life. So far, I do not feel such a lack, but I do feel an emptiness inside still. Perhaps this emptiness is what the statement is referring to. Maybe I need to start trying to do something about it.