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During a meditation session in 2011, I experienced a clairaudience encounter in which a loud voice shouted the name Nicorates, this voice was shouting to me, that was the overwhelming feeling anyway. Something inside was informing me that I was or had been Nicorates. It was all so vivid and real. I have since adopted the notion for poetic purposes that Nicorates is my inner voice. I wrote poems with the Nicorates "device" shortly after. This is one of them.