Hellen and the two yellow pads

Several people in the Executive Suite had told me that Hellen was a bit strange but I ignored their warnings. Then one morning she approached me and engaged me in conversation.
“I’m supposed to share something with you” she said. “Have you got a few minutes?”
“Sure” I replied.
“Let’s go to the conference room” she said beginning to walk in that direction.
The warning from John flashed through my mind but now my curiosity was peaked. I had to find out for myself. As we entered the small conference room I noticed that she was carrying two yellow pads. She gestured for me to have a seat at the end of the conference table. As I sat down I noticed she was wearing an unusual all-knowing smile. My curiosity was growing rapidly. What did she know that I didn’t?
She sat down beside me and began to explain what was about to happen. I was staring intently at her but for some reason I was only half-listening. She was saying that I was going to hear voices and that I was to write down on the yellow pad whatever I heard. She was very persuasive. I could tell that she really believed what she was saying. I nodded politely. She explained the format the information would take and how I was to write it on the pad. Again I nodded, still staring at her intently. She said that she would sit at the other end of the table so as not to disturb my concentration. She moved to the other end of the table and sat down.
I waited in silence, not really expecting anything to happen. A smile crept across my face as the warnings about Hellen flashed back into my mind. And then I heard it. For a moment I was frozen. I forgot completely about writing down what I heard. Then there was more and instinctively I began to write. The flow of words was such now that I had to struggle to keep up. My mind began to race. What was happening? Where were these words coming from? They could not be coming from the person who identified himself as the sender at the beginning of the message. It could not be. I raced to transcribe the words.
My mind was trying to figure out what was going on? Was this some kind of telepathy? I had read about the experiments at Duke University, guessing playing cards or identifying circles, squares and triangles, but never anything like this. The words just kept coming. Somehow I could hear the words, transcribe them and have a conversation with myself all at the same time. I was already on the second page. How long would this continue?
Now I was on the third page and I seemed to be writing faster and faster. I was still talking to myself. No explanation made any sense. I finally just surrendered. And then there was silence. My hand had stopped moving. It was over. I felt an enormous sense of relief. I don’t know how long I sat there. I flipped back through the three pages. The words were there. It had really happened. I suddenly realized that my heart was pounding at a frightening rate. Something beyond my ability to understand had just happened. My response to it was somewhere between amazement and fear.
Then I remembered that Hellen was in the room. I looked up and there was that pleasant, all-knowing smile. She stood up, picked up her yellow pad and began to walk toward me. She placed her yellow pad carefully beside mine and silently gestured toward the two pads. I noticed that she had also written on her pad. At first glance a few words seemed to be the same. Then I looked more closely. I read back and forth from her pad to mine and back again. I flipped to the second page… then the third page. Now I was truly stunned. The words on her yellow pad were exactly the same as mine. She had heard the same voice! I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move or even think. I just sat there staring at what appeared to be a miracle.
She picked up her yellow pad and started toward the door. With her hand on the door knob she turned and said quietly “Maybe we can get together again sometime soon?” I nodded politely and the door closed behind her.