There were many voices in my life urging me to ignore the inner voice, to be cautious, to be safe, to be secure. There were many voices in my life pleading with me to stand still, to suck it up, to be careful.

There were one or two telling me to listen to my inner voice, and trust. The inner voice is mysterious, except to the deeply religious. They preach that the inner voice leads the way to God.

My inner voice has not led me to God, but more and more, as I cleared away all of the fear and anger and other debris around it, it has led the way to life.

I remember Steve Jobs warning in his famous graduation speech – he was dying then – against letting the noise of others drown out our own inner voices.  They do it almost every time, to almost every one.

I love my inner voice, it is not really a voice in my case, more like a feeling, an intuition, a sense. I feel this is right. I know this is wrong.

I remember Anthon  St. Maarten writing about the inner voice in Divine Living: The Essential Guide to Your True Destiny:

“you are one thing only. You are a Divine Being. An all-powerful Creator. You are a  Deity in jeans and a t-shirt and within  you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.”

H.L. Mencken wrote that conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody or something may be looking. But my inner voice cautions me that I may be looking, and that is quite different, because I am always present.

My inner voice inspires to stop caring about what others think, and just listen to what I think.