Some people really enjoy road trips.
The thrill of the open road gives some people a peaceful sense of calm.
Some people yearn to drive aimlessly for hours just for the joy of driving.
I’m not one of those people.
I’m not a big fan of driving.
I’ve never enjoyed driving for long distances. City driving is a necessary task, so it’s not that big of a deal to me. However, when I think of going to a distant location, I always consider whether or not I can FLY to that location, or if I have to DRIVE to that location.
Last weekend I found myself behind the wheel for a 2.5 hour drive to visit a friend. Kent helped me get all my accoutrements organized (e.g., snacks, music, mobile phone, etc.) and I was on my way.
Now that I’m a medium, I do use my alone time on road trips to communicate with Spirit. I always call in God, Archangel Michael, and the sundry spirits that are connected with me—mostly dead loved ones.
In addition to ensuring my safety, my spirit friends entertain me on my road trips. I give my spiritual team full use of the music play list and they never disappoint. They will cause songs to be played that make me laugh, cry, and feel certain that I am loved and supported by all of them.
Last weekend, as they all entertained me, I got the vision of a clown car at a circus. I haven’t seen one in decades and sadly I couldn’t find one to include with this post. But the vision was clear. A “clown car” at a circus is generally a small car that is driven into the main area and then clowns start getting out of the vehicle. The audience is amazed and amused at the number of clowns that have somehow squeezed themselves into the small car. My car was filled with my loved ones in spirit, and so it made me think of a clown car—filled with dead loved ones. Jumbled together, yet somehow they all had enough space. I am so grateful for my clown car full of spirits!
