The In- between

What gives it is kind of crickets paranormal-wise. Most of last uear was extra active and the first half of this year. I wonder if it in part had to do with the fact we had such a large volume of people passing away all at the same time worldwide. Perhaps there is a system in place where people move on into the great beyond and it was like 5 o’clock traffic in New York City. Maybe the the syetem got backed up. If there is a system and what if there is a like a check-in as well. Can you imagine what that lobby looked like?

I suppose one could wonder if spirit had to stay in limbo for longer due to the increased volume. If that was the case can you imagine how crowded it got? I wonder if the in-between is its place like its own dimensional pocket of some kind. Not here or there but a place of existence all of its own. If that’s the case it would stand to reason that fairy realms and the like might be constructed similarly. It would explain the seeming ease with which they travel between worlds or simultaneously exist in both. Then I skip on over to dreams, are we traveling by spirit to other coexosting realms? When we sleep are we living somewhere else and over bodies are just in standby mode?

My brain then can not help but wonder are we physical at all or only experiencing physical sensations? I feel and taste and smell in dreams. Some dreams are so real I am sad when I awake. Feeling as if I left my real life, momentarily confused by it and wondering if maybe some part of it could have been real. Sometimes I am disoriented from being so fully emersed in a dream with all of the physical sensations of real life. Of course, sometimes I also wake up forgetting momentarily age and location thinking for a split second that I am waking in my bed in my old room heck sometimes I even have auditory hallucinations of the sounds of way back when.

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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