The Stamp on the Car
We drove to the cemetery to simply walk around and see if we felt any type of energy. We weren’t picking up on anything and in fact we didn’t know why we were in Mt Blanca. We had simply followed guidance.
While at the cemetery, Andrea and I walked up towards some trees and were only gone away from my car for about five to seven minutes. During that time Tina was still in the car, getting thistles off her shoes.
Andrea and I walked back to the car and I noticed something felt off.
“Look, what is that!?” I exclaimed while pointing to the driver’s side window.
“What?” Andrea said.
Tina looked at the window from inside the car.
“I don’t see anything. What are you pointing at?” she said.
“Look! It’s like a stamp! Something stamped an image into the dust on the window!”
“Oh wow! I see it now! It almost looks like a map!” Andrea said.
Tina came around to look from our side.
“Whoa!! What is that?”
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t there before. This showed up in the several minutes we were walking around. Tina, you were still in the car. Did you see anything?”
I looked around for anyone who could have placed this amazing and perfectly drawn image on the car window in such a short amount of time. We were completely alone in this small old cemetery.
“No, but my back was turned to the window.”
“This is fascinating!” I said.
“Let’s take a picture! This is so cool!” Andrea suggested.