| Very interesting Mary. You reminded me of an incident that happened
to me just a couple of years ago.
I was spending a weekend in Maine on a small island near Damarascotta
(sp?). A friend's friend owns this island, which supposedly at
one time was an Indian burial sanctuary. The island was also owned
a number of years ago by a very well-to-do family and they had built
a number of cabins which could house quite a number of guests for
summer vacations. The woman who owns it now is rebuilding all these
cabins and is planning to open it as a spiritual retreat.
Anyway, two friends and I went up there for a weekend. Most of
the cabins are still as they were - no electricity or heat. There
was running water in the main cabins and electricity in the largest
building that was almost totally rebuilt. It was a wonderful weekend.
On the last day right befor leaving I decided it was a good idea
to take a "bathroom" break, so I walked up the hil from the dock
to the main house. Everyone else was at the dock. While in the
main house I noticed a guest book on a small table. I also noticed
a deck of playing cards on the main table. I put my purse on the
main table while I signed-in. When I finished I grabbed my purse
and joined everyone else at the dock, we all go inthe boat and
returned to the mainland. When we arrived, I reached into my purse
to get my car keys and there was the deck of cards that had been
on the table. Needless to say I was quite surprised and almost
yelled out loud when I saw them.
It didn't seem to have any symbolic meaning (I don't think!) so
I've come to the conclusion that "someone" was trying to get my
attention - maybe just to say hello!
Carole
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| This reminds me of an experience I had when I moved into my house.
From time I first saw the house, I sensed a benevolent presence
there, which was one of the reasons I bought it.
As soon as I had possession of it, I went over there to clean things
up before I moved in. Fortunately, there wasn't much to do, so
I went to leave. I couldn't find my car keys! They weren't in
my purse, or in my pockets, or laying out anywhere. There aren't
many places I could have left them. So, I searched the house with
no luck. Then I asked (out loud) to have my keys returned to me
- that I would come back there to stay, but I needed to have my
keys and move in first. I looked again, and found them laying on
the kitchen counter! I had looked there, and they were in plain
sight.
Kathleen
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