We’ve all experienced socks getting lost in that big black hole in the clothes dryer. They rarely find their way home. And by now, most of us have heard some of the classic stories about personal objects that were lost and misplaced and eventually – and synchronistically – found their way back to their rightful owners. Here’s one that we posted some time ago.
And another about a wallet Rob lost while windsurfing that found its way back to him.
The odds involved in such stories are usually impressive and the details are often strange, the sort of strange that makes you wonder if some of these lost objects actually slip into another dimension or a parallel universe or something. The following story is from Jenean, who comments here as Gypsy.
Months and months ago, I lost a ring here in the house. A white-gold ring with 7 diamonds on it of the same size. I don’t usually wear diamonds and haven’t in years, not since I gave away the last of my own and family heirlooms to the kids. Anyway, I saw this ring several years ago and just really wanted it for myself. So I bought it. No sentimental value. I just wanted it for some reason. Then I misplaced it.
We searched and searched for it, every possible location, every nook and cranny. I pretty much gave up ever finding it. But then, this morning, I woke up thinking intensely about this ring. I hadn’t thought of it in months. As I went upstairs to the other part of the house, I had a full, complete vision of where the ring was. When I came back downstairs, I went to the exact spot where I’d seen it earlier – under the baseboard radiator overhang – and there it was, in a place where all of us had looked before!
So I cleaned it up and put it on and take it to be a positive omen!
Positive, for sure. Jenean recently published some of her poetry in YAREAH Magazine. They liked her work so much they have approached her about becoming a featured poet for the magazine!