Obviously, some ancestors crossed over before the invention of the automobile, yet, strangely enough, this seems to be their preferred mode of transportation! Some of you know what I mean.
I am not going to tell at the moment any of my strange car-road experiences, messages received while driving, rather I just wanted to think for a minute about why so many encounters seem to occur while one is driving. Right now--still recovering from a pretty strong experience yesterday evening--I hypothesize that ancestors like to bring our attention to the time/space differential only to convince us eventually to accept that the differential or separation is only a socially-constructed delusion.
We may seem to be way more bound by time than they are when in actuality we are not really that bound either; most of the temporal barriers we experience we erect ourselves. Do you wear a watch? If so, you measure time, put it in a box or a sphere, count it, and make yourself a slave to it. Doing so may keep you employed thereby making you socially funtional, but managing time in this way also keeps you from seeing other realities or possibilities.
So, yesterday I asked a specific question while I was out making a run to Walgreens. I wasn't talking to myself as I often do; instead, I asked my son. Within 10 seconds, the question was answered. It was as if I was having a conversation with one of my ancestors in real time. If I've continued to doubt the presence of ancestors before, this most recent experience proved to me once and for all that there is in essence zero point of separation between this side and the other, between the ancestors and living descendants, or between, as the Native Americans refer to the spheres, the Good Red Road and the Good Blue Road.
A question still remains, however, why they so often make their "helicopter parenting" known while their living descendants are driving. I could throw out some less than plausible answers, but I think I'll focus on two: one, a person's consciousness is slightly altered while driving. Operating an automobile is a relatively unique activity. One is focused (moving through time and space) while also open to other activities. The main activities are the movement and getting to the expected destination. When driving, one can multi-task, but there is a part of the brain trained on getting to "point B." I would go as far as to say that one is of two consciousnesses while driving. The one focused on movement and destination is in its own "zone." It is a slightly altered consciousness, which is why one can go on autopilot. There is an agreement between the brain and the body that can get you to your destination even when your whole mind is not on this goal. While you are "zoned out" in this way, the ancestors have easy access to you.
A second posssibility is that as you travel across space, you cross many vertices where beings on each road meet. Bring together such openings and a driver's altered consciousness and you have the perfect opportunity for engagement between beings on one side of the road, so to speak, and beings on the other side.
For me, such encounters are usually very fast, so fast in fact that I am left feeling like I have entered a different realm, a quite different time/space from the one in which my feet are firmly (for the most part) planted.
Actually, yesterday, I was not the driver; my son was. Yet, I think that one can have these same experiences whether driving or riding since the rider pretty much experiences most of what a driver does. In any case, this is what happened to me yesterday, and though such experiences are still for me somewhat unsettling, they are also enlightening.
One day, I'll share my train experience on my return last summer from the National Archives!
