Where is There? Where is Here?

Sometimes my mind wanders off into the crazy side of things. The what-ifs, the endless possibilities of possibility. Life and consciousness are equally if not mostly made up of the intangible. A combination of theoretical and hypotheticals and faith in sight unseen. Belief in most things we can not touch or confidently confirm. Yet we are a society spewing out facts as if that accounts for everything but we are also a society spewing fiction as fact.

What about those of us that see and experience things that others do not? We experience so tangibly and yet with a larger percentage of people who do not our accounts are called into question as if they are simply belief and untangible. For those of us who see, feel, know, dream, in a way that others don’t we are outcasted, called liars, questioned at every turn. We are labeled crazy and unreliable. So much of this existence is unexplainable and truth be told, my experiences on lend way to more questions and the realization that we do not have a real clue just how much more there is than meets the eye.

My experiences range from ufo sightings to aliens, to apparitions, those that were physical, and those that never were. What exists where, does it all exist within a single space overlapping without physical or visual interference, is it all separate yet layered whole worlds existing in layers paper-thin? Do they exist in other worlds, beneath the Earth, or another galaxy far away, maybe another dimension? Is any of this even real? Is our existence the ultimate fully emersed illusion? Is that why so many people especially those with abilities have accounts of hearing a heart monitor beep as if they are about to awake from some coma? I have experienced this many times myself in the in-between state of awake and asleep and I came so close to waking there I heard the conversations the voices in the room with me. Though I do not believe that our experience is entirely make-believe I do wonder how tangible it is? What defines real anyway?

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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