So here is an odd little story that happened yesterday. There is a town next to mine called Carmel. For about 10 years they have been erasing all of the quaint, charming little-town feel by taking out all but a few stop lights and all stop signs and replacing them with roundabouts, new, tall buildings, innovative little bistros and trendy shops. In one respect it has made the traffic flow at rush hour through the town much easier. Just last year I finally understood something about the energy in the landscape and roads. Roads become like arteries for energy both of the physical kind and the energetic kind. Think about it, your mind travels down the road ahead of you as you drive with everybody else creating an energy river. When you reach a light you generally turn your attention elsewhere whether its staring at the people around you or your phone. Well with roundabouts, you simply pause, you never really stop. Traffic really does flow better and faster.
These roundabouts do something else, and it finally splashed all over my brain the other day, they create energy vortices in the landscape! D’oh… never said I was either smart or fast. Anyway, this town is completely infested with these roundabouts. I haven’t gotten a map out yet to give it an in-depth analysis because they don’t show roundabouts on the maps, but that’s next on the list. The reason I bring this up is because of the weird, odd, funny adventure I had taking my car to get my brakes done yesterday morning. Indiana has adopted Chicago’s philosophy of: there only being two seasons, winter and construction and it is quite hard to get there from here in the summer. I wound up driving down a north of the town street, just to get into the town and this is a small town. It’s a street I hadn’t been on in some time, as I made a right turn off the roundabout on to the street, I felt like I drove into a discrete energy change – like the air itself should have turned color, or like a sun shade line, I felt the physical impact of it. And then I didn’t recognize the street, but I should have known the street, I knew I was going the right way, but I felt like I drove into unexplored territory like the vast forest Lothlórien where the elves from Lord of the Rings live. It was seriously strange and seriously beautiful.
I just kept driving because I knew ‘where’ I was going in a kind of exterior logical, this street goes to here format. I pulled into the service place got my brakes fixed, the oil changed and a turn signal bulb replaced. My son, a master mechanic works there and I always get him a Star Bucks as a thank you for squeezing me in. This time it was such an involved order I had to make a note of it in my phone! Lol.
Well, they had moved the Star Bucks store, I got lost and twisted up in all the roundabouts, double roundabouts and spaghetti bowl turns and twists and had to drive back to the shop and get directions. So I finally get to the Star Bucks, park and walk in. The atmosphere struck me as odd, but nice. The place had really high ceilings and lent itself to a tall atrium feel. However, the guy taking the orders had problems hearing me, it seemed like, and he was somewhat disconnected, he repeated it back three times to me, each time, unsure. I chalked that up to maybe it was too echo-y in there for his hearing… then I walk around to wait for my order and watch the people picking up their orders. The general mental consensus in the place was like: who could properly out-spiritual the other – like it was the new, cool way to be. It was obvious to me that it was the next thing to be, like hippies back in the day, or ravers, or skaters… and as my step daughter is fond of saying, they were all ‘posers’. I was amused, and horrified. All I could equate it to would be walking into a fake storefront like I was caught in the movie MIB. I got my stuff, and drove back to the shop trying to shake the oddness of the whole trip. My son was really grateful and I pulled out to go home, wondering if the trip back was gonna be as strange. Funny, I’m not actually sure of the route I took, but it was even further north of the town of Carmel because I took a wrong turn.
Really, I never get lost, and I never not know where I am in relation to the landscape and the places I go. Except… around odd magnetic anomalies where rivers and railroad tracks come together, or in the magnetic vortices out west and a couple that are in the Smokies in or around Alabama. When I drive into one of those fields its very disconcerting because the magnetics say one thing and the ground another thing. I get disoriented, every time. The feeling of driving into the energy field that now exists around Carmel was more like driving through a barrier into a different reality, it was not harsh, but it was strong. Instead of making me confused, I felt like I was in an entirely different world. It was the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. The ‘alien’ or fake feel of the people in Star Bucks was weird, and odd, and by the time I drove out of Carmel I was utterly discombobulated. When I drove through the energy change north of the city, it was back to normal and the energy had an edgy sharpness to it, which since I have thought about it, is the norm.
So, did all the roundabouts create a bubble of different energy over this town, or is it some sort of 5G effect, or did I drive into a random moving energetic phenomena, because I’ve never felt that before except one other time…..
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There is truth to the saying “look no further than your own back yard”.
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I love this little story. The same thing has happened to me of late. I find myself almost dizzy and distracted for no apparent reason. Like you I am usually in a place that I know very well but something has changed but you aren’t sure what exactly. Your thinking about the roundabouts being a vortex of energy is right on.
We luminous being are nothing more than a collection of energetic vortices after all, so It stands to reason that the vortex is a natural state.
Anyway, we miss you and your sharp wit. Myself especially since I have no one to talk to about certain subjects.
Out hair misses you too! LOL
We hope things are looking up for you and yours. Please keep in touch.
Bill and Denese’
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When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro… lols.
miss you both!