Lost and Found – A to Z Blog Challenge 2019 – Letter L

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Lost and Found  – A to Z Blog Challenge 2019 – Letter L #AtoZChallenge 2019 Tenth Anniversary blogging from A to Z challenge letter

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2019/04/

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Mystery Box Chickens ask, “Where are you?”

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 Do you have reason to believe that actual objects can be teleported from one place to another, by paranormal means?

If you’ve read my other posts, on this subject, you already know that I believe it is possible. It happened to me and my daughter, and to my cat, Weena.

There are a few more incidents of this kind, involving non-living objects, too…right here in the house.

This first one concerned a recipe I was looking for. It was for brownies…a favorite recipe I’ve used for years, because they always turn out great, and are easy to make.

It had been written in a little notebook, on blue paper, probably a little larger than an index card. The notebook had come apart a long time ago, but I still had the little blue pages of recipes. This one was hand-written by my mother, so I didn’t want to lose it. She had passed on quite a few years ago.

Anyway, I wanted to make a pan of brownies, so I looked in the kitchen drawer, where I keep recipes, but couldn’t find it. I found lots of those blue pages, with other recipes written on them, and several books, and other papers, but this brownie one was not there where it should have been.

I did look in one more place, just in case it had been put in there. It was a clear, plastic storage bin of drawers, that held kitchen items. It wasn’t there, either. I mean, I took everything out of both places, going through each bit of paper, and book, more than one time.

Finally I gave up ever finding it. It was lost.

I sat down at the table, for a few minutes, just thinking, where could it be? So, I tried something…I spoke out loud, asking my mother if she knew where it was, and could she help me find it. After another few minutes, I got the funny feeling that I should look over to the clear, plastic cart of drawers.

I look, and immediately see the recipe in the bottom drawer, in the front, in plain sight. There was no mistaking it, and it was not there, before.

I go over and get the recipe…yes, it’s the brownie recipe I’d been searching for. I got to make the brownies that day, after all.

Now…how do you explain something like that? I think, with my mother’s help, that it was able to re-materialize here, from some other place…another dimension? a parallel universe? I’ll never know where it was, or how it came back, I guess. But, I believe it was teleported from somewhere.

Maybe, it was the power of believing that helped it to manifest back over here, in our reality, because I really wanted some brownies!

This is the original recipe page. It is old, faded, and worn out. I covered it in plastic, and it looks a mess, but I’m so glad I still have it.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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      • Okay, well… i was having trouble getting a copy of my birth certificate from the state of NY because I couldn’t remember enough things and no one was still alive to help. It was becoming a problem with all the IDs they require now. I was getting very upset. Then I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth after days of stress, and i heard my mom say “Phillips Memorial Hospital.” I swear i heard this, lol!

        Well, there is no Phillips, but there is a Phelps, which came up when I googled Phillips… and i tried again with the state of NY. And it was correct! And i now have my BC!!!

      • Oh wow, Paula! How wonderful that your mom came through with her message for you. I can imagine the relief you felt at getting the information you needed, and where to find it. I think our loved ones are able to watch over us, giving us signs and messages and encouragement when we need them.

  1. The day my stepfather died, one of the big fuses in my mother’s house that control just about all the current burned out. It was like my stepfather told me that the problem was the main fuse and that there were more fuses in the cabinet next to the fuse box. I couldn’t find them, and I said out loud, “All right, Christian, where’d you put them?” Then I saw the cigar box that he had labeled “FUSES.” Problem solved. Not quite the same thing, but close enough…

    • Thanks, John, for sharing that story. I believe the spirit world does have a way of interacting with us at times. He knew you’d need to help out your mom, and heard you ask where the fuses were. I love when things like this happen, and try to be attuned to little incidents like this. 🙂

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