A ship wreck survivor washes up on the on the beach of an island and immediately surrounded by a group of native warriors.
“I’m done for!” he cries in despair.
“No you are NOT!” - comes a booming voice from all around him. “Listen carefully son, and do exactly what I say. Grab the spear from the man on your left and pierce it right through the heart of the chief.”
The man grabbed the spear and shoved it right through the chief, who collapses, dead.
The remainder of the tribe stare at him in disbelief.
“Now what?” - the man asked
And the booming voice answers: “NOW, my son, you’re done for.”
Moral of the story? Not all voices come from above...