Singular experience last Thursday on a road-trip – shifting timelines? Defies explanation…

OP the "accident" was you.. you both died.. go to the light now

I got serious chills reading that.

I wonder sometimes if maybe we aren't already dead.

In any case... our reality is changing.

This past Thursday (3/17/22) My adult daughter and I were driving from TN to NC for a family wedding. We depart the Nashville area early in the morning, prepared for a 9-10 hour drive.

We are excited about the wedding, looking forward to seeing a bunch of family / friends, and the long weekend. Great weather, comfortable car, family dog in the backseat (Ruger, wicked-smart German Shepherd).

About 3 hours into the drive, on I-40 eastbound, her Wayze app pipes up and says there is an accident ahead. Sure enough, within a minute or two, we start to slow down and traffic starts to bunch up.

Another few minutes, and we are at a complete standstill. I throw the car in park, we roll the windows down, and chat about the traffic, the accident, and how we hope it clears soon. A few minutes later, I get out of the vehicle, let Ruger have a pee and a sniff, and I stand in the grass, looking at the traffic jam.

Hundreds (thousands, really) of cars and trucks stretch to my left, west, as far as I can see. To my right, same thing. This is a major traffic jam, both lanes, no exit ramps. Good Dog & I get back in the car. I make a comment to my daughter that I hope we actually get to see the accident, and then feel bad for saying it. Minutes pass, and we slowly start to move.

Another few minutes, crawling at maybe a walking speed, suddenly there are orange cones reducing the two lanes to one. We end up behind a big box truck, trapped in our lane, unable to see anything ahead of us. Must be a bad accident.

Behind us, an endless line of traffic. In front of us, nothing visible but the roll-up door of the box-truck.

We have seen no evidence of an accident. No emergency vehicles, no debris. Also no signs of construction other than the orange cones.

Then the cones start to march away, to my left, opening up the left-hand lane. I hit my blinker (habit), pass the truck, get back into the right-hand lane, and start accelerating.

What I see in front of me takes a few seconds to process.

There is no traffic. Just an empty two-lane freeway, slowly rising up to a crest, a mile or two in the distance. My brain tries to reconcile what I am seeing, because I expected to see hundreds of cars and trucks accelerating & jockeying for position, just freed from the single lane, walking speed, traffic jam.

Instead, nothing. As I accelerate up to about 80 mph, we have a weird exchange of “Wait, what?” and “do you see this?” type comments.

As we pull farther away from the slower-moving box truck, I look in the rearview mirror and my stomach drops. There is no traffic behind us, either. Except for the truck, receding in the distance. My daughter is semi-speechless. We share awkward laughter and keep looking at each other for confirmation that we are both seeing the same thing.

It was perhaps two or three minutes, zooming along at about 85 (the freeway is frikken empty), and we started to encounter sporadic traffic. I also started to see vehicles behind us. Another few minutes, and it seemed to be restored to the normal amount of traffic.

At the dinner, wedding, and reception, we shared the experience with family and close friends. People that know we are not delusional. We mostly got wide eyes and responses like: “I got nothing.” “Crazy.” A few red-pilled people were talking Mandela and the multi-verse and shifting timelines.

We were sober, alert, visibility was perfect. Neither of us have ever had hallucinations that we are aware of. We are both very red-pilled, and often discuss GLP-ish things.

I have seen some shit in my 50+ years. I have never had an experience that straight-up defies ANY explanation that is conventional. My daughter and I have talked about this several times a day, every day, since it happened. We are both still at a loss.

I swear and affirm that everything I just wrote is accurate to my knowledge and memory. In fact, I wanted to make this post in order to get it written down and archive it. My daughter mentioned this morning that as time passes, she is finding herself doubting what we experienced, as though just a week of confusion is enough to make our minds start to scrub away something we cannot explain. I do not want that to happen, because I KNOW what I saw (or didn’t see) and I do not want it to go down the memory-hole.

I will say, I am glad we experienced it together, so we each have a witness.

I got nothing.

I may be a crazy GLP'er, but I am not nuts. I know what I experienced, and for the first time in my life, I cannot come up with a rational answer outside of God, multi-verse, timeline shifts, maybe a little Mandela thrown in...


What say you, GLP? I am really looking forward to your insights.

I am gonna try to karma-pin this.

-Az