Okay this is my reply to another thread but it's the first time this happened....
It was about two weeks ago. I smoke but only outside on the patio. After finishing a cigarette I saw my girlfriend was visiting with a neighbor. I
walked over and joined in with the conversation we chatted for 10 or 15 minutes. When we returned home I deicided to light the grill and throw on a
couple burgers for lunch.
After prepping the grill I looked on the bench where I had laid my smokes and lighter but they were gone. At the same time my girlfriend came out and
asked where I put the tv remote.
We searched my apartment but couldn't find the remote, the lighter or the cigarettes. I made a joke that the "moon people" were messing with us. I
told her that sometimes things just seem to vanish I blame it on the moon people. I also told her that sometimes they return things and light
heartedly asked them to return my stuff.
After a few more minutes of searching I decided to go to the store for cigarettes and a lighter and at this point a six pack. For some reason she
walked out onto the patio and on the bench sat my lighter, smokes and the remote.
This time I was alone but that doesn’t make it any less real.
It was Tuesday afternoon and I’d just gotten home from work. I stopped along the way and bought two 16 ounce cans of beer. I don’t drink that
often but it had been a rough day and a couple of beers just sounded good.
I don’t have a car and the walk from the bus stop is about a half mile. This time of year I’m usually pretty hot when I get home so I try to take
care of any outside business before I cool off. I saw the trash was full and I knew Bear, my pet chihuahua, needed to go out. I opened a beer and
decided to take the trash out then come back for Bear. Usually I take him with me to the dumpster but for some reason I didn’t.
I’m glad I didn’t because about half way to the dumpster the bag tore and trash spilled everywhere. It was my own fault. The bag was too full
because it was my last trash bag and I forgot to buy more. Luckily I keep a large cardboard box on my patio where I dump the ashes from my grill.
So I got the box picked up my trash threw it and the box in the dumpster. Then I went back home got Bear and took him for a short walk. There’s a
park nearby and I take him over there a few times a week but not that day. After the long day at work and the trash thing I just wasn’t in the mood.
He loves to chase birds I’m waiting for one of them to fight back I’ve seen a few pigeons that are almost as big as he is.
On the way home I thought of drinking a beer and taking a nice long shower. All I wanted to do is relax for a couple hours.
I got home unhooked Bear from his leash and went into the kitchen to get my beer. It wasn’t on the counter where I thought I had left it. I looked
in the living room but it wasn’t there either. The bathroom? Did I even go in there? I couldn’t remember then and I can’t remember now but it
doesn’t matter because my beer wasn’t there either.
Okay wth I know I opened a beer. Hell I could still taste it so where did I put it I wondered. See I told you it was just one of those days. Well I
bought two so I decided to open the other one so I had something to drink while I searched.
I live alone in a two bedroom / two bath apartment. The extra room is nice and it isn’t much more than a one bedroom. I was pretty sure I hadn’t
gone into the bathroom and I was positive I didn’t go into either bedroom but I checked anyway. Of course it wasn’t there how could it be?
So now I was at a loss. My apartment isn’t that big and a can of beer isn’t that small. I started to wonder if I had taken it with me when I took
the trash out and threw it away. I didn’t believe it but I just couldn’t figure out what happened to that beer. (Did Bear drink it?)
It had been about 15 or 20 minutes since I got home with Bear. My search for the missing beer concluded after two or three minutes. Again I live in
an apartment it’s not like I left it in the east wing.
I finished my beer took a shower and called my girlfriend. We talked about boyfriend / girlfriend stuff for awhile then I told her my missing beer
story. Almost immediately she asked if I checked on my bench out on the patio. I don’t know why it would be there I was only on the patio for a
second when I grabbed the box. Guess what my beer was on the bench.
So what right. You’re thinking I had the beer in my hand when I took the trash out then set it on the bench when I grabbed the box. I thought about
it but I don’t believe that’s what happened.
There are “beings” among us guys. It doesn’t matter what you call them ghosts, or spirits, or monsters or aliens they are the same thing. I call
them the moon people.
I don’t have proof in a tangible sense but I think you know I’m right.
Haven’t you had something just disappear only to find it later someplace totally unexpected? I think it happens more than we know.
If it was only the stuff disappearing then I would let it go but it’s more.
The other day I saw a thread about not having an appetite and I was shocked at how many people are experiencing the same thing.
Also the number thing is just too weird. (Yeah I’m one of ‘those’ people.)
Here’s a quickie….
I can’t remember how long ago this happened it’s been at least a few months ago now but within the past year.
Somebody gave me a prepaid credit card as a gift and I wasn’t sure of the balance. I called and was a little surprised to find the balance was
$50.50. I went to the grocery store and bought 5 or 6 different items the total was $25.25. I think that is just a bit strange.
Well I’m going to wrap it up for now. There is a little more to the story but I feel like it can wait.
I don’t know what I hope to gain by telling you my story.
I don’t know what the moon people are trying to say but I think it’s something important.