Road Trip, What A Trip

The thing about spontaneous road trips is that they don’t always pan out. You don’t always get to find hidden gems of places. Cool roadside diners, unique roadside attractions. Something exciting and new. You might not see much of anything, but sometimes the trip isn’t so much about the places as it is about the time spent getting there.

Maybe the adventure is in the act of traveling, maybe it is more about random conversations in the car both good and bad. I have had some of the best and deepest conversations in a seat behind the steering wheel destination unknown. Hours of epiphanies and discussion of accidental time slips. Wormholes and alien technology. The universe and how it works, is it a simulation, maybe. I can wrap my head around just about anything because pretty much anything is possible.

Whether it is time spent with silly stories, laughter, or tears it doesn’t really matter because the drive was an excuse to take a journey within ourselves with each other and heal the soul. From playing road trip games to speculating the existence of parallel worlds and then within those worlds the space and planets and universes in them. The limitless potential in that existence of what may be or not be and how somewhere everything we ever dream up from fairytales to nightmares exist. Limitless versions of ourselves living out simultaneously every scenario for our lives. In that sense as well we really don’t ever die, do we? Some version of us is alive out there somewhere and then take into account reincarnation it is amazing isn’t it to think of the what-ifs.

I don’t have any spectacular road trip views or paranormal experiences from our trip today, but I did see something rare. I bring you a photo of Radioshack still open and alive and well in a small town nowhere in the USA. It’s so rare it is practically paranormal. Today I also saw a Walmart overtop of a two-story parking garage. It wasn’t sights unseen brought to you by nature today but rather by man. I did also witness a gas station about 100 feet off the ground held up over a cliff by some dodgy-looking wooden platform. I did have the radio cut on in the same area by itself twice. I also felt a weird energetic shift as we crossed over into Belcher, Ky not unlike the shift I feel in my hometown and it is one I equate to a leyline. An area I don’t know much about but could feel the energy enough to know it is an active place as far as paranormal. I passed an old historic building in Grundy that I immediately had my attention pulled to, that is most definitely haunted, but I couldn’t say much from just in passing nonetheless I did immediately pick up on a lot of spiritual energy concentrated there.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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