Made it into magical New Mexico today, from across the Great Plains of Oklahoma and the high plains of the Texas panhandle where majestic wind farms tower over diminutive fields of cotton.
But first, the OBC caravan had to leave the country-urban sprawl of Oklahoma City. Daybreak through the windshield showed a pearly round moon tumbling down the western sky. Under a light mist with foreboding dark clouds ahead, traffic slowed. Thankfully my prayers the storm would lift were answered, and I was not obliged to drive through heavy rain—or any rain at all. Strangely, the damp pavement under my tires distinctly sounded like a Native American chant. I could hear it not just in my head, but in the car: a tune I almost recognized which kept repeating. I remembered I was in Cherokee Nation territory, and I recalled the suffering of all the people driven from that land. Tragedy.
Later, driving through the Great Plains I remembered the buffalo, once plentiful in that vast windblown space. It was almost as if I could see their humped backs and shaggy brown bodies, just as I had surely heard the singing earlier, rising up from the paved earth, transmitted through my tires. Were these phenomena hallucinations, or imaginings? Past life memories, perhaps? Or could they simply be quantum field experiences of multiple timeline perception, inextricably tied to the land? The latter is probably the most logical, scientific explanation. What do you think? Has anything like this ever happened to you? I’d love to hear in the comments below.
It took longer to cross the Texas panhandle than the panhandle in Pennsylvania because, wait for it… everything’s bigger in Texas. (Sorry.) Near the end of that great state, about 15 miles from the New Mexico border, I was startled by a sudden change of scenery. Literally drove over a hill, and as if a magic wand had been waved, flat plains were instantly replaced with distinctly western motifs. A distant mesa, a pyramidal butte, scrub oak, sagebrush, sand. My heart leapt! Timi, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore. Here he is gazing East into the wind, a moment of farewell. Westward ho! 🌵OBC🦉
One Bold Crone 
Beautifully written entry, Di. I have to say when I drove a lot for my job I had hallucinations on the road. Not to be dismissive of your experience connecting to land memories or past lives or? Generally speaking, it’s possible that many of us go into trance like state while driving (what we call auto pilot?). Our eyes are fixed straight ahead, the movement and hum inside a metal box at man made speeds…
Absolutely agree about the hallucinations…a phenomenon linked to mystical states from earliest human times. Perhaps it is “all of the above.” 💞
ah, the open sky!!!
✨ it seems to me that time is happening all at once, stacked up like layers ….
who knows? does new mexico still smell so amazingly wonderful? how’s clyde?
love you my traveling sister friend!!
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Clyde is hanging in there…one more night on the road and he (all of us) can start to settle. Can’t wait! 💛💛🥰🥰