We’ve all done it – misplaced or lost something practical or valuable and then we tear through our homes and cars and lives, looking for whatever it is we’ve lost. Losing a wallet, for instance, can make you feel like you’re losing your identity. Or, as the illustration shows, it can make you feel naked. Your ID, your credit cards, your personal information, as well as cash, is kept there. In fact, when we dream of such a loss, it usually symbolizes a concern about one’s identity.
Recently, while at a a local coffee shop, Trish was inside ordering and Rob sat outside with Noah, our golden retriever. His keys and wallet lay on the table in front of him. An odd thought occurred. What if I just walked off and left my wallet here. What a strange thing to ponder, he thought, as Trish came out and handed him his coffee and they headed to the car. Rob held the dog leash, the coffee cup, the car keys and his wallet. In the process of putting the dog into the car and juggling the contents of his hands, the wallet must’ve slipped out. It fell to the pavement and wasn’t noticed.
A couple of hours later, the search began. It didn’t take Rob long to concede that he didn’t misplace the wallet in the car or house. He’d lost it. He decided to wait before taking any action, just in case it turned up. But he also took out an old wallet, as a replacement. The next morning he called the two banks which held his debit card and credit card. Sure enough, someone had tried to use the cards. So he had an answer to the intuitive question he asked himself just a couple of minutes before he actually left the wallet – not on the table, but the pavement.
This experience reminded Rob of another lost wallet experience, an extraordinary one, that unfortunately was cut from the text of Seven Secrets to make room for other stories. It’s a good one.
This incident occurred about 12 years ago when we lived in another city about 15 south of our present home.
Rob lost his wallet, but didn’t get frantic about it. He was confident that the wallet somehow would return to him. He’d lost the wallet while windsurfing on a lake near the house and hoped it had fallen out before he went into the water. However, he couldn’t find it on the shore where he’d rigged his sail. He knew that if he’d accidentally taken it with him and lost it in the lake, chances of recovering it were slender, to say the least.
But Rob, in this instance, didn’t do any of the things people normally do when they lose wallets – no calls to credit card companies, no request for a duplicate driver’s license, no contact with his auto insurance company. For three or four days, he visualized the wallet returning to him, visualized it so intensely that he could feel its weight in his hand, in his back pocket. He believed the wallet had been found already.
That same week, a lawn man had stopped by our house, soliciting business. We already had someone doing the lawn, but Rob and the man chatted, then the guy left. A few days later, this same man was fishing with a net in the lake where Rob had been windsurfing and dredged up Rob’s wallet. He returned it, complete with all the cards and water-soaked cash, and said he was relieved that Rob was alive and not on the bottom of that lake.
So not only did the wallet return, as he’d visualized, but he’d met the man who found it a few days before it was discovered.
Vicki, your back yard sounds like a magical space indeed! My Egyptian Sanctuary is the same. Anyone walking into it stops suddenly and asks, "Why does this room feel so different??" (It was a FL sunroom converted to my sanctuary and everything within its walls is sacred.) I try to explain that the room is filled with the highest possible frequencies; it's a healing space, and is a space where Spirits gather in large groups and their energies and frequencies fill it. There is never, ever any dust in the room, nor any spiderwebs, none of the ordinary "dirt" that accumulates in any home, expecially here near the beach where salt and sand are constants. I teasingly tell folks there are little Nature Sprites who keep it clean….but I think it does have some truth because the room has plants everywhere in it, which means the Nature Beings live in there, too. So your backyard and my Egyptian Sanctuary would make good neighbors!! 🙂 I mentioned on the blog a day or so ago that my dog was laying against the altar and we couldn't understand it because she was staying there instead of following me around the house as usual. Then I remembered she is sick, (I try really hard to not dwell on that!), and she was absorbing the healing energies in the room. She spent virtually all of two days and nights sleeping against the altar, and now seems much more herself.
Why is science so fearful?
Yes magical thinking.
I love that as a title of a book!
Magic is everywhere, I feel sorry for those who cannot see it or feel it. I have taken peoples hands and walked them out into my magical backyard and quieted them and then asked "can you feel the magic?" and they always say yes, especially if a little bat flutters over head.
wv: mautis – mantis?
Regarding the old post comment from the Yale researcher about people on this blog being
involved in what he dismissively called magical thinking….did he not realize he was validating magical thinking by his very remark? Sometimes intellectuals are not so….intellectual! 😉
Great site. A lot of useful information here. I’m sending it to some friends who are in need of auto insurance.
self-fulfilling 'prophecies'… it happens.
What a wonderful idea!!!
Yes, Gypsy, and in honor of our astute academic colleagues, who are busy analyzing whether synchronicity exists, we just might have to call our third synchro book:
MAGICAL THINKING:
The Trickster Laughs at You
wv: khpledia
on the religious dogma remark, rob, AMEN!!! 😉
here's to mind magic and magical thinking!
exactly, nancy, exactly!
I reckon it was your higher self warning you, Rob.
It happens a lot to me about similar things – dropping things, spiders in my peg basket etc.
The interesting thing is that sometimes it is conversational, sometimes firm and direct. Anyway, I have learned to listen (to the point of annoying others at times)and the 'voice' is always right.
wv blimfine =
bloomin' fine story !
Thanks for posting.
I love people that return things like wallets intact. Amazing that the man had met Rob before finding his wallet, which probably gave him a push to return it himself. Great synchronicity.
As for Rob's comment regarding the Yale professor studying synchronicity… why are things like synchronicity only valid when someone from a university studies, yet magical thinking when a laymen does the same thing?
>>MIND MAGICK!
Connie, that phrase reminds me of a comment we received a couple of weeks ago on an older post from a Yale synchro researcher, who suggested that people who post and comment here are involved in what he dismissively called magical thinking.
I say the world could use more magical thinking–especially the kind free of religious dogma.
Your WV – "psionest" reminds me of my remote viewing novel, PSI/NET. – R
Very interesting story.
Like cj, I was wondering if the forthought that Rob had at the table was the "advanced warning system". I've had it happen a few times the same way (not with wallets).
I love the way his wallet came back in the second half of the post.
what a neat story, rob – i love how you were thinking that very thing at the table – makes me wonder if the thinking of it caused it later to happen or whether the thinking of it was, in fact, as cj suggests, a message to be careful – and the second story, i've read somewhere else, right? maybe on one of the book sites? an amazing story!
both of which remind me of my daughter lisa's having lost her checkbook a number of months ago, and i dreamed i found it and then later, the checkbook was back in her purse – remember?
anyway, great post!
Great stories! The fact that you both got your wallets back is nothing short of miraculous! Nice to know that there are some honest people out there, after all.
o yeah by the way,, while down at the shore (morning after a porm) with in weeks of the DUI,, the boy was swimming in that nice warm east coast ocean water,, when he saw his comb float by, could only think as to what was in his back pocket with his comb "truth"
DUI number story, boy gets his only one in spring of "75" on highway with certain number then he winds up on other coast in a grocery store (with in a hand full of years) with same "3" digit number,, when he buys another car while working at that grocery story (same make and model driving when DUI), license,,, same 3 digit number,,, question though is what was so strange about the number,,, etc. etc….
MIND MAGICK!! Oh for gosh sakes, check out this WV: "psionest"
Is that wild or is that wild!! Geez..There just MUST be a WV trickster hiding behind the blog curtains!
So at the table it was sort of a premonition, that in itself is quite amazing, but to mentally visualize the return of the wallet and actually have it happen….well, borders on miraculous in my mind. I suppose this is all part of the 90% that "we never use, huh?"
What a great post – and how strange that in a roundabout way the question was answered. It always makes me wonder where some such thoughts, which seem to pop into our head, originate – are they actually our own?
As for the second part of the story – just amazing, and the whole Indian scenario in the comment above … very thought provoking. So many conclusions could be drawn.
I wonder….when Rob was sitting at the table and the thought suddenly came into his mind about what would happen if he lost his wallet, could that have been his Other Worldly Helpers getting his attention to tell him what was about to occur? Suggesting that he be cautious with his wallet? Sometimes we receive sudden succinct message like that but don't comprehend their source. Just a thought….no pun intended.
The Indian story is lovely, by the way. The unending circle of lives…..
I still vividly recall the man who found the wallet inviting me to his house to pick it up one Sunday. His name was Ramish, or something close to that, and he was Indian. I arrived at his house to discover that it as a Hindu festival day and the house was filled with people. About a dozen men were in the garage and told me to go inside to find Ramish. I moved from room to room in search of him as women in colorful native Indian garb swept by, and the spicy smells of Indian food filled the air. I was the only non-Indian in the house, but no one seemed to pay any attention to me until I spoke up.
When I asked for Ramish, someone said he's around, a woman handed me a paper plate with a purple-colored delicacies. Finally, a man stepped out of a room and came over to me, wallet in hand.
The entire experience related to the wallet, including its retrieval at the Indian party, seems like a dream now. Maybe I was finding a long-lost identity, visiting friends from a past life. – R
That is a cool story about the wallet returning to him. I lost one years ago on a trip to Yellowstone. I did all the things you do: replaced everything, called the banks, etc. And then one day about a month later, my wallet was returned in the mail with a note about where it was found by the returnee, complete with all the money! (Not a small amount, somewhere in the hundreds, if I remember correctly.)