'Tis the Season

I am telling you items have been moving, coming up missing and reappearing like there are portals everywhere.

Earlier this month, a nearly full circle of mushrooms showed up in the Eloise Page Mediation Garden. The circle was not complete; however, I still believe it to have been a portal for faeries to come and go. Perhaps, that’s what has gotten into my place lately.

The other day I was rushing to unload my car, get changed and head back out to the gym. I was at the side of my bed when I dropped my hamper of clean clothes. I also dropped my phone; you know the sound it makes when it hits the (wood) floor. I have a case on it and it kind of rocked back and forth with a thumping sound. I said to myself, ‘I know where I dropped my phone. I’ll be back for it.’

A few minutes went by, and I came back. My phone was not there. In fact, there was nothing there. I panicked.

Backstory: Five years ago, I noticed my black shoes with tiny heels were near my bed. I tucked them in a little because I knew I would need them in few days. I was speaking at a church. That day came and one of my shoes went missing. I looked under my bed at least 20 times. Nothing. Long story short, it showed back up under my bed in a different spot several months later (I wrote a blog on it previously).

And so, I’m in panic mode. It’s one thing to lose a shoe, but another to lose my cell phone. I looked under my bed a couple of times. I went to get the broom – an inch long dead palmetto came out with dust bunnies. I even lifted my mattress hoping it was between there. I said out loud, ‘Spirit, bring me my phone back!’ I went to my laptop, messaged my daughter to call me and waited. Nothing.

I could not believe this was happening. I took a breath in, and something told me to go check in my car. My phone was there. I was relieved as anyone could imagine. But what transpired by the side of the bed and what fell out of my hand?

Backstory: Several years back and a couple of weeks prior to Halloween, a friend and I were on our way home from getting ice cream. As we were driving down the road, it turned dark. We spoke of it simultaneously. Next thing we knew we were on a different street on the other side of town and hadn’t turned a corner.

So, listen, if I can drive into a portal and come out the other end, and a shoe disappears for months and reappears, I believe there could be a portal by the side of my bed. I thought about trying to make it happen again– you know, stand there, drop things all day and see what happens (lol).

You’re probably thinking I’m just a little out there. Think about this:

Way Backstory: Remember when you were a kid and swore there was something under your bed, even too scared to get out to check? Or how ‘bout the spirits you saw or sensed coming out of your closet?  

And here I am, and now you, experiencing the thinning of the veil. A few more weeks. . .

I’m just gonna accept that I have some real tricksters hanging with me.
 
Blessed Be!