posted on Aug, 9 2012 @ 10:50 PM
Event from just last week:
Early in the morning, my cellphone is missing. Not on the counter where I'd placed it last night awaiting the charger from my luggage. Not in
luggage, not in any pockets (checked over and over out of frustration.) Cats didn't knock it onto the floor and play with it. It's just winked out
While driving on I-5 hours later, I think to myself, it's my own subconscious doing the vanishings. OK, no more messing around: if I have anything
to say about this, then when I get home, I WILL find that the phone has magically returned to the original spot. And suddenly I experience a distinct
'release,' a major drop in anxiety, and know that I succeeded. Somehow I know it's back on the kitchen counter again (but I don't really believe
this. What if it's true?)
I stop at a sandwich shop, and when retrieving my wallet, I find that my cellphone ...is now in my pocket.
Impossible. TELEPORTED?!! Or somehow it was always in my pants pocket, regardless of how often I checked? Back in the car, the radio spontaneously
switches stations by itself. (No, not joking.) OK, now I'm an electric human too? And will my cellphone battery just drain itself out? Then, a
huge opening in the nasty Saturday traffic jam presents itself, and I'm able to drive all the way to my exit in a completely empty lane. Ah, I've
seen this before: I'm in a synchronicity storm now; that mental state pursued by all the old Alchemists, and where Murphy's law is running
backwards. I'll pay for this next week if I don't eat a large amount of raw almonds and dried meat. Sheesh, next time let the stupid phone
reappear by itself in its own good time.