My theory
I believe the voices are many things. I was recently entertained by professionals as having a dissociative disorder, so some of the voices are parts of me. But there aree other voices of other things, only I hear them, I think. Many of them are Angels, they're so beautiful and glowing and gorgeous. They're immensely beautiful, they're also nice smells and textures, so it's very comforting and warm. But there are foul demons too and I recognise them instantly. The Angels keep me informed of where they are and how, to identify them. A lot of the times it's everywhere. But the Angels are with me andd they keep me safe too! They make me very beautiful and happy. I do everything they tell me. I am not wrong anymore, so I don't hear the evil voices I used to hear, now I only have the beautiful Angels (,and the people in my head). I love them! They're music and perfume and nice and cosy things. They take me to beautiful places, too. It often feels like I'm one of them, also disembodied, that nobody really sees. That only they see me and hear me speak.