I don't know if "strange, peculiar" things always happened to me, I just never noticed before. But one thing for sure: ever since my most important life crisis in 1993, when my marriage ended and I lost faith in living, things began to happen that even I had to admit were out of the ordinary. However they had to do with dreams (that I had learned to interpret some years back), premonitions, subtle emotional states. Nothing so material, as these days.
I also became "enamoured" of ghosts around 2004-2005, and wanted to see haunted houses in Valparaiso (a very heavily-haunted port city). Then I stayed in a B&B that cured me of that! Who wants to let in presences that keep you awake all night, terrified? I also realized that one must be careful of such things because entities can get enamoured of YOU and follow you to your own daily abode. And start to pester you.
The good thing is that -- it would seem -- we are protected, and it is not easy to be possessed, especially if you are essentially a luminous soul.
I am talking about something else here, which is that I have the impression that some kind of invisible veil, that in other eras was like concrete, has now become gossamer-thin, and that physical reality is starting to behave in very odd ways.
I won't tell you about anything incredible, Hollywood, no, not at all.
I had realized some years before that your wishes do come true, especially those that you make from the right place. I mean, when you wistfully wish for something that you have no idea how you could access, and then you kind of just let it go. I began to see with surprise how certain books I wanted to read, music I wanted to hear, people I wanted to meet began to come to me, seemingly of their own accord, to my utter happiness. This definitely works, it happens. It may take a long time for the universe to orchestrate all the needed variables. This is why it's good to "let go" and not stress.
BUT. Back to the "anomalies". Very simple: things disappearing. That may or may not reappear, but if they do reappear, they reappear in places distant from where they were lost. Now -- I am a neat freak. I am orderly. Lately I have lived in very small places, where it is even more important to be careful and to remember where one leaves things, to always leave them in the same place. Stuff like glasses, earrings, rings, IDs. Mainly they were small things like earrings. You just say: okay, I lost my beloved earrings that I've had since 1992. Chau. I have to start using earrings with those silicone thingies, extra safety that you put on the posts.
I'll use my diary entries now:
3:02 am Monday August 24, 2009. I found the needle I list while sewing on Saturday night [in my living room on a small sofa-futon] in my bed Sunday morning.
[Another event is censored cause it involves underwear. There's always some idiot who will make fun of such things.]
8:49pm Monday Jan 4, 2010. Yesterday I was walking down Bilbao with [my daughter Tanya and her boyfriend] and I took off my hat [a green canvas hat with a tie to put around your neck, I use it to protect my head from the sun; it was around 3pm and hot]. My cell phone cable got tangled up in the hat's ribbon (for lack of a better word) and I was untangling the things, when one of my earrings fell down on the pavement. The weird part is that it had the safety on! [See photo].
How could it have fallen off my earlobe?
2:10am Tuesday Mar 23, 2010
My biking glove which disappeared [and I bought another pair cause I use gloves when I drive my car as well], reappeared. So did the yellow rubber glove for dishwashing. They each suddenly reappeared almost without my realizing it -- they were suddenly _there_. In between things that had nothing to do with them, or with where they went missing.
ADDITIONAL INFO: I always leave my biking gloves -- the pair -- on top of a lovely red plate, that sits on the surface of a piece of wood furniture that contains my drinking glasses, plates and cutlery and pots and pans, in the kitchen. One day I was going out and reached for them and there was only ONE.
About a day later, one of my yellow rubber gloves went missing. I always leave them on top of the wooden dish rack. I had used them very little, they were new. Suddenly when I wanted to wash dishes, there was only _one_ there.
Two weeks later, on the same day, I found both gloves, but I was in my bedroom handling papers and suddenly, first the biking glove, then the rubber glove appeared between books or papers that I had picked up. My mind was somewhere else so I really didn't REGISTER exactly where I was, where I had picked up the things (because these were two separate occasions)...I just realized WHOA!! Here's the biking glove! (And I had already bought another pair -- cheaper). Then: THE MISSING RUBBER GLOVE!
I still can't explain it.
Maybe even how spaced-out I was when I found each glove. It was like I was speeding too fast to really realize who it happened. How each object reappeared. It was around 3:00 pm. I wasn't sleepy, I was rushed.
And before all that, my housekeeper told me that the duster (made of gray ostrich feathers) was gone. I had just bought it the week before. She had used it once. The next week, when she came to my apt. for the day, it was gone. We always hang dusters on a hook beside the fridge.
She was forced to use the old one.
THEN, the NEXT TUESDAY when she came, she found it hanging on the hook.
She asked me if I'd found/used it. I was amazed. No, Charo, I said. I have not used it or even looked for it.
Is anything like this happening to you as well, dear visitor?
Paraluman
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