The D.O.P (dissapearing objects phenomenon}

Hi all
My first thread so here goes

Basicly its just a litle something id like to share

I myself have become a victom of the d.o.p. threee times over the past 5 years.
I have shared it with others only to be looked at like im crazy.

My intentions for this thread are; for others to come forward and to maybe shine a new light on the topic

So one of the people who thought i was crazy has finally had her share,this is what she told me.

She Always has a new cleaning bottle for the dishes,hers was running out so she decided to get the spare one,she Always has and keeps in a small drawer beneatht the sink.
It wasnt there,she searchd good for it since she new she had it.
It was no where to be found...
The next day she woke up and when she got in the kitchen a full bottle sitting right on top of the sink,was staring her righ in the face...
Thanks

Its spirits .if you ask aloud they return the items ,forcefully ,they might .
Conversely ,have you ever found something that wasn't there before ?
They do that too

reply to post by PtolemyII


Fortunately they have never taken anything from me ive Always gotten it back quickly,so theres no need calling them out
However i do think spirits or whatever u call them are responsible for this.
I assume u are related to this topic so please do tell...

I went berserk one day looking for a brand new gold ring I bought myself the day before.

Pleased with my new purchase I wore it to the casino on a Friday night. Needless to say I came home drunk at about 4am. When I got undressed to get into bed, I went to place my new ring on the dresser beside the bed, but it fell on the floor, but I was too drunk to bend down and pick it up and left it there until I woke up.

When I woke up it was gone. I could've sworn I knew the exact place where the ring had dropped. Although my intoxicated double vision told me it was either in one spot, or an identical spot half a foot away, it was in neither and nowhere to be seen.

I tore my room apart looking for it, and carefully stripped the bed looking for it, shaking out the sheets and blankets while I did so, but to no avail.

I then got down on my hands and knees and visually scoured the floor.....Nothing!

I went to the casino again that same night, came home at 4am again, and this time when I woke up guess what was sitting on the floor, next to the feet of the dresser, exactly where it had dropped 2 night before?

It was my brand new ring, sitting there plain as day as if it had magically reappeared none-the-wiser to my anguish of it's disappearance only 24 hours earlier.

I originally joined ATS for the grey-area blogs since I have had some unexplained things happen to me, although you'll find my posts in the political threads either bashing the NSA, Monsanto or who ever else uses their wealth and power to crush the little people into the ground.

However at the time that this incident occurred I was also experiencing the ghostly knocks. The night my that my ring had disappeared I had been woken to the sound of 3 loud bangs on my bedroom wall. It was kinda scarey because I thought I was at home by myself at the time. As usual I searched the house expecting to find my flatmate had come home a week early from the mines. We worked at the same mine site on alternate shifts, so when I had my 1 week R+R my flatmate was at work and vice versa.

Nobody was home. Then next morning I heard the same 3 loud bangs on my bedroom wall and this time I just sprang out of bed with heaps of energy and searched the house as quickly as I could hoping to find the prankster before they exited the house. Nobody was there, but when I went to go back to bed, there it was, my gold ring on the floor next to the feet of the dresser.

reply to post by skcussta


It used to happen to me all the time at the house I grew up in.
Lots of things happened at that house..

One time I had my gameboy advance and I put it in a plastic bag on top of my towel so I could take it to grandpa's house in case I got bored of swimming. My mom called me to ask about something I had done, whatever. When I got back it wasn't there in the bag and there was nothing around the bag either.

I dumped the grocery bag out over and over and all that was there was a towel. Unfolded it shook it out, nothing.

I sat on my bed gave up and waited to go to the pool. When it was time to leave the gameboy was sitting right on top of the towel.. Like it was placed there all perfect for me to see it.

My mom also had many experiences like that..

She called the phenomena: "the little girl"

When I loose something I KNOW that spirits are involved. Thats because I only ever misplace items after a significant intake of rum though.

Hell, I have had missing time too, but again, spirits were involved, just not like some folk would assume from that that phrase.

akushla99
Everytime I stand up (from a sitting position) my lap disappears...only to magically reappear when I sit down...what the?

Å99

That must make it simply impossible to do a lap dance.

OP, do you think that in someone elses house there is a guy sitting there, perplexed.. this morning he got up and there was a strange bottle of washing up liquid in a drawer under his sink. He swore he has no idea how it got there. But by time his flatmates got home for him to ask, it had vanished...

Oo

I did it with a fuse once. I had a 15amp fuse. I knew exactly where it was, in the little plastic box of doodads and doohickeys. One day I go to get it to fix an old UHF I was working on, and blammo - gone. Impossible! IM FREAKEN POSSIBLE.

It was only after I had given up looking, pulling my hair out, that it had magically returned to the plastic box.

I have no explanation. But I'm with ya. as we navigate the corridors of perception, sometimes the doors lead to rooms we've not been granted access to yet.

PtolemyII
Its spirits .if you ask aloud they return the items ,forcefully ,they might .
Conversely ,have you ever found something that wasn't there before ?
They do that too

Typical. Blame the vodka.

Oh wait, not that sort of spirits...

Well, it was a good excuse for me anyway. Not one that worked with other people, but always worked for me.

reply to post by skcussta
That sort of thing happens all the time. If it is something that is important demand it back, you will find it in an open, obvious place out of the blue where it absolutely was not a few minutes ago. If you learn to just roll with it and accept such mysteries as part of life it is much easier to deal with.

Got your nose! Used to happen to me all the time when I was a kid... :-)

Seriously though....

Shortly after my father passed away...

I was making little stone crosses to be used as pendants. I'm a lapidary artist and the technique I used to make them was unique. I had several that were complete and kept them in a safe place. There was one that I was very attached to and one day it disapeared. I looked and looked but it was nowhere to be found. I know it will sound strange but something told me that it would turn up again eventually. I also had the feeling that my father had taken it... to show it off.

Several days later it turned up.... not far from where it was originally... in a place where I had looked before several times.

Those that have read my posts here know that I'm somewhat science minded but I do leave room for the mystical... some things can't be explained with our current understandings... doesn't mean that there isn't an explanation but that we haven't discovered the mechanisms that allow for these things to happen....

reply to post by winofiend

I have no explanation. But I'm with ya. as we navigate the corridors of perception, sometimes the doors lead to rooms we've not been granted access to yet.

Even though that room looks exactly the same as what its supposed to except just that one item that you look for and is supposed to be there is not.

Countless times with "keys" for me, other objects include a piece of jewelery, watch, a pen.

The worst is when I go back to the place it should have been and the same place I checked thoroughly numerous times and bang a slap in the face telling me things aren't as they seem at times.

reply to post by PtolemyII


a few things happened to me. flicked my hand so hard my ring fell off. i watched it roll across the floor only to watch it disappear into the carpet. no holes cuts or anything wrong with the carpet. i never found that ring again.

reply to post by skcussta


People who believe in spirits basically being souls on the other side ,some of which can manipulate in the physical world ,of which i am one ,know of this phenomena .
Its mischief in most cases .
Ive had stuff go missing and reappear many times.There was this one time in a new Orleans hotel room that was most amusing .

I've had two extremely odd experiences in my home ,both involving a lingam stone .
Dunno.I don't get the why of it ,but lingam stones are sacred to the Hindu god Shiva .

reply to post by Daver2056


That is weird .I've never actually seen something go missing .They seem to like jewelry alot

reply to post by skcussta


Happens to me all the time. Here is the most fascinating of them all, which I made a thread on:

www.abovetopsecret.com...

reply to post by sled735


My lingam stone story is similar .
I was in Philadelphia in the trendy part of town
I went into a metaphysical shoppe,and bought a small lingam stone .
I popped it into my change purse .
I did use the change purse several times after that .

I drove home that night back to NY,and when i went retrieve the stone ,it was gone .
I checked my backpack ,to make sure it hadn't fallen out .No stone .
I assumed it fell out at one point when i went to pay for something with the purse .

Fast forward...months .Maybe 6 months,maybe more .

I have an altar in my bed room .On the altar is a crystal vase filled with all kinds of stones.
Quartz crystals ,pyrite ,garnets....
So I'm walking by ,and i notice something in the vase that seems out of place .
I say,what is that ?
I go for a closer look ,and its a lingam stone...
I take it out ,and I'm looking at it thinking ,i didnt put that in there.I don't even have one of these this size ....
So it look closely and realize i have seen it before .It was the one that vanished from my purse in Philadelphia ,months before .

It was quite odd.I left it in there .
That vase has had other odd occurrences so....i believe its a conduit .

This isn't a common thing I experience at home, but at one particular workplace it happened more than a few times. I'd be in the stock cupboard searching for something and it just wasn't there. We'd be talking a good size box about 1 ft by 2 ft, not something small. Then I'd grab a colleague to ask what I'm supposed to do without said equipment, and they would come and double check the stock cupboard. Guess what? The box would be right there in plain sight. No way I could have missed it the first time, and no way someone could have gone in after I left and replaced the exact item I was looking for with me being in the corridor with the only access door to the cupboard.

D.O.P likes to make me look like a near sighted jerk I guess.

Oh sure. Eons ago I used to get that all the time. I mean to the point where it was completely interfering with reality, constantly, dozens of times a day. Literally poltergeist-level issue with it, with things appearing, disappearing, sometimes what would appear wasn't even mine, and things disappeared literally if I even turned my head away just slightly, and then I could literally trip over them later in impossible places. I finally found that -- in desperation because it was messing with my head in a big way -- if I "assumed on an intelligence behind that" and "attempted to communicate with it" and promised that I would meditate and 'allow them to commune with me' if they'd just lay off the weirdness until I got home from work, this would happen. I theorized that somehow it was all in my head no matter what the physical indicators, and that this was merely making my psychology feel better. In any case, it did actually seem to work. This came during a period of a lot of other far-out experiences though so I think it was just part of a spectrum.

When my daughter was little, she would have been about 9 months old then since she was drinking from a bottle which only began around then, she used to lose her bottle. We would have her in this big beanbag in the living room, nothing else in there except two computer desks at the far side and a TV. She would have the bottle, and then start crying because she'd lost it. Her dad and I would get up from our desk, walk across to the beanbag and look everywhere. Pick her up, look in it, under it, it was GONE. It was exasperating.

And then a bit later, she would 'magically find it' it seemed, and have it again. She never got out of the bean-chair. This happened so constantly that her father and I finally concluded that perhaps, in some physics sense, she actually could perceive some frequencies that we don't (not having got the filter fully down yet), and SHE could reach into that and get it but we couldn't. Drove us crazy. Happened all the time.

This happens to me all the time. The latest was a pair of large kitchen scissors that disappeared for three weeks only to suddenly reappear under an arrangement of wrapping rolls (aluminum foil, cling wrap and that sort of stuff) in the shallow drawer where we keep them. The scissors were positioned sideways, under several boxes. pushing all those packages against the top of the drawer so that you couldn't open the damn thing without slipping a flat length of stick in and under the lip to push the leading edge of the arrangement of wrap boxes down. Obviously, neither my wife nor I had done that, and no one else lives with us or visits, since we're the ones who do the visiting in our social circle. No idea concerning that one.

The most amazing incident happened 4 years or so ago. I was burning a pile of DVDs with my laptop, as I did other work on my desktop. I had the process down and running smooth, replacing the finished disc in the slide-out tray with a blank one as each burn completed. Suddenly, I heard a small clunk and looked over to see that the laptop's slide-out tray was being blocked by my stapler - which, until that moment, had been positioned where it's always positioned; on the complete other side of my desk. It was now located right next to where the laptop's slide-out tray slides out, preventing it from sliding out all the way.

I have been diagnosed, and am being treated for, OCD, so it's not as if I don't know exactly what's on my desk and exactly where on my desk everything is. I know exactly what's in my desk, in my dresser drawers, in my van, in my pockets, in my garage, in my kitchen, in every room in my house; hell, I know where everything I own is at all instants of progressed time. I don't wash my hands 30 times a day, but I am extreme when it comes to locations of things that I deal with or own. That being the case, I know that the stapler was not blocking my laptop's slide-out tray until that moment.

Being that I have that specific quirk (concerning location of items) each time that a DOP incident occurs, I really notice it. I can probably count at least two dozen instances over the years, with most of them occurring since my friend Rhonda died in 2009. She'd be one to see the humor in f*cking with me like that, so when it happens, I smile and am happy to blame it on her stopping by to say hello.