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

All it takes is one slow car behind you that prevented others from passing the slow truck.

I believe you OP. My family and I have had similar experiences near that stretch of 40 traveling to Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg. Disappearing traffic, and appear from nowhere traffic on stretches of highway with no exits for miles. Also, the same exact cars passing by two or three times! Lots of speeding up of time anomalies as well.

And for whatever reason there's ALWAYS 45min traffic stand-stills at the junction entering into Chattanooga/Knoxville/Georgia exits that is nestled in between the mountains, and there is NEVER an accident to be seen. It's ridiculous!

I've experienced these weird glitches my whole life. Same with my husband and children. I even had a time when I was 6, in school, where everything went black and white or grayscale and slow motion. I was moving in slo-mo and all the other kids were too. Lasted about 10 or 15 seconds and then it's like a switch flipped and all the colors came back and everything was moving at normal pace again. So much de ja vu has been experienced, and shared de ja vu moments where it's the whole family having it about the same thing at the same moment. It's wild and mind blowing to say the least.

Not sure why things like this happen.or how they happen. Not sure why they happen to certain people alot, and others have never had the experience. Know you're not crazy unless (nervous laugh) we are all crazy.

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

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

I got serious chills reading that.

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

In any case... our reality is changing.

All it takes is one slow car behind you that prevented others from passing the slow truck.

Once my husband and I were driving on a slick highway at the usual speed, like 55. in a regular sedan-sized car. There were cars all around us, in front, in back, to the sides. We suddenly spun entirely around. While spinning, hubs glanced over at me, I didn't scream (which I'm kind of proud of) Did we crash? no. He continued to drive as if it didn't happen. We hit nothing, nothing hit us. He said something calm like "whoops". Later we laughed about our luck.

Once there was a thread on GLP about the possibility that when we die "out of script" or "before our time" our story just keeps on going on "miraculously" because we sign up for a certain life with certain challenges and a certain ending.

It was an interesting thought.

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

You forgot to say you are originally from Boston
You used *wicked" to describe a good dog. Only people from MA do that...I know...I am originally from there...LOL

We have talked about this, my daughter & I as well as friends / family... it could explain why there was no traffic in front of us. However as we were accelerating away from the truck, there should have been vehicles using the now-available second-lane. In the rear-view mirror, I could see the moving truck and the empty freeway rising behind him. That moment was the most surreal of the whole experience.

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

OP, I had a similar experience many years ago.

I was with my wife driving home after shopping. Have been living in that neighborhood for over 30 years and travel on the same route, so I know the streets very well.

On that day, I was waiting in a dedicated left turning lane with about 4 cars ahead and about 15 cars behind.

When the left turn signal light turned green, the cars started to move quickly. I should note first that the drivers at this intersection are always impatient, and they always speed by me on the inside lane after I make the turn. Well, this time after I made the turn I noticed several things that seemed very strange.

I noticed the four cars that were in front of me at the queue disappeared after the turn, and no cars sped by me so I checked my rear view and side mirrors and there were no cars behind me.

As I was trying to figure out what is going on, I noticed that part of the street look completely different. Instead of the normal tree lined street with no stores, it was a street with many more street lights and full of stores but no people. No cars and no people, just an empty street.

I started to panic, thinking I might hit the cars ahead of me that I can't see. And If I try to brake fast to pull over, I might get rear ended by the cars behind me that I don't see. Pulling over wouldn't have worked anyways, because I then realized I couldn't turn the steering wheel and the brakes don't work. Basically I am a passenger in the car, not the driver.

So I turned to my wife, who seemed quite serene, to tell her what was happening, but I had no voice. Then I realized I don't hear anything, just complete silence.

This all lasted for about 20 seconds, and thankfully everything went back to "normal" after that.

In case anyone asks, I don't partake in recreational drugs, alcohol, medication, or anything that could disturb the mind.

I told my wife about my incident after we got home shortly thereafter. She said I might have shifted frequency and went somewhere else. She did not see what I saw.

Well, no harm done other than a brief moment of panic.

OP, I had a similar experience many years ago.

I was with my wife driving home after shopping. Have been living in that neighborhood for over 30 years and travel on the same route, so I know the streets very well.

On that day, I was waiting in a dedicated left turning lane with about 4 cars ahead and about 15 cars behind.

When the left turn signal light turned green, the cars started to move quickly. I should note first that the drivers at this intersection are always impatient, and they always speed by me on the inside lane after I make the turn. Well, this time after I made the turn I noticed several things that seemed very strange.

I noticed the four cars that were in front of me at the queue disappeared after the turn, and no cars sped by me so I checked my rear view and side mirrors and there were no cars behind me.

As I was trying to figure out what is going on, I noticed that part of the street look completely different. Instead of the normal tree lined street with no stores, it was a street with many more street lights and full of stores but no people. No cars and no people, just an empty street.

I started to panic, thinking I might hit the cars ahead of me that I can't see. And If I try to brake fast to pull over, I might get rear ended by the cars behind me that I don't see. Pulling over wouldn't have worked anyways, because I then realized I couldn't turn the steering wheel and the brakes don't work. Basically I am a passenger in the car, not the driver.

So I turned to my wife, who seemed quite serene, to tell her what was happening, but I had no voice. Then I realized I don't hear anything, just complete silence.

This all lasted for about 20 seconds, and thankfully everything went back to "normal" after that.

In case anyone asks, I don't partake in recreational drugs, alcohol, medication, or anything that could disturb the mind.

I told my wife about my incident after we got home shortly thereafter. She said I might have shifted frequency and went somewhere else. She did not see what I saw.

Well, no harm done other than a brief moment of panic.