{"id":97899,"date":"2016-06-07T15:31:49","date_gmt":"2016-06-07T15:31:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/06\/07\/glawarelmagolben-duskenpath\/"},"modified":"2016-06-07T15:31:49","modified_gmt":"2016-06-07T15:31:49","slug":"glawarelmagolben-duskenpath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2016\/06\/07\/glawarelmagolben-duskenpath\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Explain<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases<\/p>\n

We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads<\/p>\n

Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living<\/p>\n

So why wouldn\u2019t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too<\/p>\n

Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Ok but this speaks to me<\/p>\n

I always feel like something isn\u2019t quite right at rest stops<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I once slept though three gas stations on a road trip, and the second the car started to slow to turn into a rest stop, I was basically wide awake.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

My mom and I were on I-90 in a blizzard once and pulled off at the first exit we could find. Turns out that if we\u2019d gone even a mile further, we would have happened on a 49-and-counting car pileup, and that 90 was closed for MILES. How we found an unblocked ramp was a matter of great debate, but where this gets weirder still is that at the bottom of the ramp was a closed truck stop and an open church full of teenagers\u2013they went for youth group, the blizzard started, and they were stuck until the snow stopped. They fed us leftovers from their potluck dinner, prayed with us for safe travel, and when the snow let up they saw us on our way.<\/p>\n

Three days later\u2013Sunday\u2013we were traveling back and decided to stop at that church to thank them. We found it thanks to the truck stop, but this time it was the truck stop that was open and the church that was closed. Neither of us remembered it looking so decrepit on the trip down, and granted we saw it first at night in a snowstorm, but you\u2019d think we\u2019d have noticed the boarded-up windows. So we asked in at the truck stop.<\/p>\n

The church had been abandoned for ten years. And yet I still had one of their youth group programs under my sun visor, very clearly labeled for the previous week.<\/p>\n

To this day I\u2019m sure we crossed dimensions somewhere on I-90, and that\u2019s how we stayed safe. You could tell me it\u2019s because the truck stop was a liminal space and I\u2019d 100% believe you.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I don\u2019t mind when this post goes around again because sometimes I get stories like this<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

A few months ago my family and I were traveling from Dallas to Austin and we pulled into one of the rest stops with a little park and the tornado shelters (we have those in Texas) and I saw a little girl crying. Her clothes were dirty and he hair a mess. When I asked her what was wrong she said she fell down and took a tumble and couldn\u2019t find her mom. So I walked around with park area with her. She got excited and pointed at a young lady dressed in clothes from what looked like the 40s and said \u201cthat\u2019s my mommy\u201d. I walked the girl over and it was her mother. She was happy to see her little girl and thanked me profusely. When I left to go back to my car I found a bear that had to have belonged to the little girl, but when I went back to where they were, they were no where to be seen. When I asked my dad if he had seen the pair, he had no idea what I was talking about. So I definitely did some time hopping or something<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a really common tale with ghosts, a lot of times you don\u2019t even realize you\u2019re talking to one until someone else is like what do you mean you were talking to a person, there was nobody there<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Yes, I find this happens a lot when I\u2019m in London. I\u2019ll move out of someone\u2019s way, or hold a door open for someone and the people with me will all look at me as if I\u2019ve lost my mind because I\u2019m apparently moving out of the way of thin air.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

glawarelmagolben: duskenpath: chibiginger-kandikid: duskenpath: prismatic-bell: redzoe2: pardonmewhileipanic: duskenpath: oli-via: duskenpath: Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently Explain The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the … <\/p>\n

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