The thing that has always been amusing to me is what I consider — more or less — to be "selective definitions."
If someone says their dead grandmother spoke to them and told them not to drink soda, they are called "schizophrenic" and medicated into oblivion... but if they say that GOD spoke to them with the same warning, they are called "spiritual" and given a pat on the back as being an upstanding citizen.
What IS God? Hard to say... perhaps it's simply a convenient label we put on that which we don't (yet) understand so that our heads don't explode. Then again, maybe God is the external scapegoat we use to pass off accountability for truly owning our own inner wisdom... "God spoke to me and told me to burn down my evil neighbor's house" plays better in the public arena than "I hate my effing neighbor and want him to DIE because he doesn't think like me!"
Maybe it's a combination of the two.
But hey, I live in a world of contradictions. I'm a Godless Nordic heathen and I'm even married to a priest who used to work in the sex industry. Go figure....