The curious case of the vanishing wallet

[Bill Ryan]

Dear Friends, here's am odd little true story that happened over 3 days between Christmas Day and yesterday, 28 December. It's about a small (but very distinctive) little wallet that totally vanished from the known physical universe, and then magically re-appeared. :)

Here's the setup for what happened.


I'm very careful with almost every tiny little thing that I own or use. I don't break things, lose things, or forget things.
I have good eyesight, and a very good memory!

And here's the visual aid for what follows. :)

https://projectavalon.net/Bill's_hat_and_wallet.jpg

What you see there is my hat, a little black leather coin wallet, and a plastic box.

On Christmas Day I went out for a hike, wore my hat (it was very sunny), and as I often do I took the plastic box with me in my 4x4 as it's a good simple-and-safe place to store things I might want to take with me in the vehicle, like water, a snack, sunglasses, my drivers license and some $$, and so on. So that means I never lose things, and always know where to find useful in-the-car things that I might ever need.

I went on my hike, paid $1 to the local Ecuadorian who owns the trailhead parking place, and when I returned from my hike I knew 100% for sure I placed my little cash wallet on top of the box, placed my hat on top of that, put both in the back of the 4x4, and drove home. All perfectly normal.

I unpacked everything when I got home: the box with the hat still sitting on top, my backpack and my trekking poles.

And then I looked for my little cash wallet. It was not there.

Struck with cognitive dissonance, I looked under my hat again, IN my hat, and then inside the box. No wallet.

No disaster (I knew I only had about $1.25 cash in it) but it was a frustrating little mystery.

So then I went and looked everywhere in my 4x4, and everywhere in the grass between where I park and my front door. I got on my hands and knees with a flashlight to look under all the furniture. I must have looked IN the box half a dozen times, and each time, to open the lid, of course I had to move my hat.

And every time I looked, it wasn't under my hat, or in my hat, at all. I checked that too, like a trained monkey doing the same thing over and over again, an embarrassing number of times.

It had totally vanished, and I was bewildered.

So yesterday, after 3 days of looking for the thing (and now having totally given up), I set out to go on another hike.

My hat was still sitting on the box. I'd only ever moved it to check for the umpteenth time that the wallet just was not there, or to open the lid of the box one more time.

And voilà — there was the little black wallet, right under my hat, impossible to miss.

It was like a magician's trick. I was dumbfounded.

So for the last 24 hours.... I've been wondering who the magician was. :)

[sijohn]

Bill, I sympathise, may be it is something different, but I can be sitting on the floor , table, desk doing something not moving and suddenly something is not there , I have not moved , where is it,. search with out moving, search everywhere, can't find it , eventually it is there or turns up, very frustrating and more , has happened my whole life, but have learned to live with it as frustrating as it is, is it something bizarre or is it me, always written it off as me but perhaps not

[Arcturian108]

Your dog moved it, and then put it back?

[aoibhghaire]

I have had events of this nature happening on occasions where one was triggered to explore further in one’s adventure in life. I belief it’s another turning point in one’s adventure of life. When events of this nature are presented to one, in my case I needed to be awake to the next steps.

Here are two examples, one on a micro scale and the other on a macro scale.

1. I was on the start of having breakfast at a friend’s house when everything on the breakfast table looked normal. We were discussing with my friend esoteric matters when I couldn’t help notice that the sugar bowl wasn’t there on the table. Even my friend also noticed. Both of us had just used sugar minutes previously.

When we continued discussing intensely about these esoteric matters, where both of us were at full attention to one another, I just happened to notice that the sugar bowl turned up. My friend also noticed the sugar bowl turning up again.
I believe at that juncture of our discussion may have been a trigger for this result to happen.

2. I was staying at a small hotel in a remote area in the off season when I met at the hotel another person who was the only one staying there besides myself.

I met this other person each evening and our conversations developed to a point that we both decided to go to another place (hotel) to have a different environment for further conversations.

When we drove to the other place which we knew the location very well, we couldn’t see it.
I turned the car around and went slowly to make sure I hadn’t missed it. We both couldn’t see it again.
We were rather perplexed and decided to turn the car around and drive at 5 mph to make sure it was there. Again, we couldn’t see it. Assuming we passed it, I turned the car again and drove at about 5 mph. Then we saw the hotel and entrance. We both looked at each other and decided not to go there.

When we got back to our hotel this person said to me I think I know what’s going on and he retrieved a book from his bedroom called ‘Illusions’ and gave it to me. When I read the book it all made sense to me about my adventure presenting to me by this illusion the night before.

This persons wife had just passed away and gave this book to him. He then gave me the book. This meant a lot to me in my next adventures of life.

Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach
In the cloud-washed airspace between the cornfields of Illinois and blue infinity, a man puts his faith in the propeller of his biplane. For disillusioned writer and itinerant barnstormer Richard Bach, belief is as real as a full tank of gas and sparks firing in the cylinders...until he meets Donald Shimoda — former mechanic and self-described messiah who can make wrenches fly and Richard's imagination soar....

In Illusions, Richard Bach takes to the air to discover the ageless truths that give our souls wings: that people don't need airplanes to soar...that even the darkest clouds have meaning once we lift ourselves above them... and that messiahs can be found in the unlikeliest places — like hay fields, one-traffic-light midwestern towns, and most of all, deep within ourselves.

[Magnus]

Bill, Thanks for sharing!

My spontaneous chain of thoughts:

Besides the fact that anecdotes like this is a fun and thought provoking read, it's impossible to escape the very real seriousness implied by the erratic morphing behaviour of our percieved physical reality, including timeshifts.

I'm hinting at the Mandela effect or alternate physical realities merging and or crossing paths with each other, selectively including or excluding the observing person(s).

It's easy to imagine an elusive superior intelligence actively teasing us, manipulating the parameters of the holographic time/space projector(?) responsible for our human habitat, maybe to peak our curiosity, and thereby promote our consciousness to develop in a certain fashion.

Wouldn't it be lovely to be able to actively interact a bit more closely with the phenomena itself!?

A while back, a friend of mine shared apartment with a presumed poltergeist / demon, try to believe it, an array of various small items but also entire pieces of furniture disappeared to never return, while other things did return in the most unexpected and peculiar places.

For example, turning his back for two seconds and a set of plastic small scale shipcrew figures placed on a model ship could totally rearrange or disappear. A rich pool of wildly varying incidents forced my friend to move out, he even experienced the hitchhiker effect for a while in his new home.

Poltergeists are obviously able to demonstrate at least some light version of the effects tied to the concept of alternate realities, this is additional food for thought.

[Mark (Star Mariner)]

Really odd Bill. I'd say you have an unseen companion, one with a mind for mischief.

It reminds me of the Teleporting Keys (https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?109477-Teleporting-keys), where Patient describes some equally inexplicable weirdness. I posted one of my own experiences (https://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?109477-Teleporting-keys&p=1328671&viewfull=1#post1328671) there - a ring that seemed to literally vanish from physical reality. But in that case it never turned up again. It bamboozles me to this day!

[Mark (Star Mariner)]

Many fascinating stories of this kind can be found here.

http://realityshifters.com/pages/yourstories.html

[Patient]

Yes :)

I have experienced this phenomenon on both large and small scales.

Small being a single event. Large being a haunting.

It is good to write it down and acknowledge it for yourself. Especially if it occurs again and again.

With the haunting there was a type of rhythm of occurrences.

The single event can be attributed to many things - shifts in the timeline or drifting close to an alternate but similar universe. Or a playful spirit, showing you that they exist. A fairy or leprechaun?

It may be that along with some other odd experiences that you have had of late, the spirit world is making itself known to you.

[rgray222]

Bill
Things like this happen to all of us over the years and I believe that we must view these events differently. As esoteric as this may sound, the event you experienced was otherworldly. We then can determine that this was no accident it was very much intentional. I have always viewed these episodes as a message from a friend of a loved one that has passed. If you examine what exactly was missing and for how long you may come to some sort of conclusion in a reasonably short period of time. Also, examine everything that happened while your wallet was missing. Usually, these things are fairly easy to figure out once we get over the mystical nature of these affairs and consider it just part of our life. It has also been my experience that the information being conveyed is never about life or death or even earthshaking.

[Patient]

Bill
Things like this happen to all of us over the years and I believe that we must view these events differently. As esoteric as this may sound, the event you experienced was otherworldly. We then can determine that this was no accident it was very much intentional. I have always viewed these episodes as a message from a friend of a loved one that has passed. If you examine what exactly was missing and for how long you may come to some sort of conclusion in a reasonably short period of time. Also, examine everything that happened while your wallet was missing. Usually, these things are fairly easy to figure out once we get over the mystical nature of these affairs and consider it just part of our life. It has also been my experience that the information being conveyed is never about life or death or even earthshaking.

Yes, sometimes just playful.

In many experiences I came to the conclusion that there was no deep meaning - it was a playful spirit/entity that is giggling to itself as you spend time trying to make sense of it.

Or as rgray said, it could hold meaning that would make sense only to you.

There are many aspects to this and the cool thing is that it is your experience.

Also, it is like believing in UFOs but never having a personal sighting. Then you have a personal sighting and then you really know for sure that they exist.

It is like explaining what it feels like to have a son or daughter being born. You can't fully convey what it feels like or how it changes a person. When a person has a child, then they know.

[palehorse]

It was some sort of manifestation, they play tricks on us all the time.

I saw myself such manifestation more than once, the most remarkable one was the day I was with a witch in her house and a dark entity that was around manifested itself and shattered the glass of an old cabinet. I know what I saw, it was freaking real and I almost had a heart attack, it was very hard to keep myself out of panic mode, I was around 19 years old, it wasn't funny at all, that was when I start to believe in the supernatural.

She told me some of them are very perverse and cause all sort of problems including sickness, others just want to have "some fun", not all of them has the power to manifest into the physical world but they can influence.

My wife's father who passed many years ago, was a monk himself for a few years, he was a medium and could see and communicate with them, he used to light a little candle and offer food daily, he understood very well about the hungry ghost realm, unhappy spirits that lost their physical body but somehow still believe they are alive and wander hopelessly around.

Pray for them Bill, light a candle, wish them good vibes and happiness, they are lost in the demons or hungry ghosts realm, some of them has no idea they already died. For what you described it seems it belongs to the hungry ghosts realm (peta loka) which are mostly unhappy spirits searching for fulfilment.

All the best Bill.

[Bill Ryan]

Your dog moved it, and then put it back?
The box was on a table the whole time, not on the floor. (And besides, my dog, who's never once taken and hidden objects of any kind at any time, is now blind :flower:)

And no-one else was in the house the whole time the wallet disappeared. I do think it was 'playful'.... maybe (guessing wildly here!) something trying to get my attention.

(If so, it has my attention now, and I'm listening! :P:) )

[DNA]

I just ran into this. It fit

[Wookie]

happens to me all the time. this is my go to explanation.
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Peaceful Journies Wookie

[section9]

Bill, if memory serves, you had a visitation in the Himalayas whilst you were climbing, did you not?

Perhaps this is a friendly reminder from friends past?

[Satori]

The phenomena you described Bill happens regularly at my home. Keys, eye glasses, a wrist watch, knives, and other items of daily importance, but not of great value, nor irreplaceable, disappear at our house for weeks or months, and then, after many, many searches for the items by not just one, but several people, reappear and are found right where we left them in the first place. We think a friendly ghost or spirit is having a little fun with us.

For my money you were being fiddled with by a friendly but prankster-ish spirit.

[bobme]

It will turn to you. Look in the most obvious places you would not place it in the first place. It is there, inside you.

These things such as this experience in this time of digital. are very trying on the minds of many.

even the most intellectual

minds of many that thought they were intellectual , Are being used at every single moment.

what is going on now is very real. you will find it bill wait for it to come to you.

[Nasu]

I love stuff like this. Maybe it’s a glitch in the system, who knows. Whatever or whoever is up to this, seems playful, like you said. I imagine quite a few entities could be interested in attaching or interacting or playing with you. Time to cleanse your home with smoke….x…. N

[Denise/Dizi]

I once was wearing my grandmothers high school ring. I never took it off... This day, I happened to look down at it and noticed the entire top piece had come off!

I knew that they made these "Mass Production" and would use a cheap solder to affix the top crest piece, depending on whatever school you attended, but the fact that it belonged to my grandmother, and she had passed, devestated me...

I had one small carpeted area in my entire house, in the center of the livingroom. It ran the whole room with a 2 foot border, showing the wooden floors at the edges.. I sat in my chair, thinking I would never find it, when a thought, and voice that was not my own, came into my mind and told me to look within a four foot radius from the exact spot from where I was sitting..

I thought it would have been impossible as I had no idea how long it had been missing, and I had been busy that day... But I got on my hands and knees, and in a half circle radius, dug in the carpet .. Almost instantly, I found it!

The oddest thing about this was that for the next hour or so, the room lit up with voices of what sounded like a gathering, as one would hear at a family Thanksgiving dinner, or birthday celebration. I looked outside to see if the neighbors were having a party... At which point I heard the voice again say to me, "He isn't here yet, but he will be"... It was obvious the comment was being made directly to me, but where were these sounds coming from? Whose party was it, and who was "He"?

It was as if there was another world having a party in my livingroom, and they could all see me, yet I couldn't see them, but I could hear them! It was as if there was a frequency shift and everyone got excited that the one girl that they could always see, suddenly could hear "them"...

I still have never experienced anything like that either before or since, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. Whatever happened, they clearly COULD see the top to the ring in their "Frequency"... Perhaps they didn't have a carpet on their floor there... But I sure did...

I will never know what that was, but I immediately had it professionally reattached, and now wear the ring sparingly...

And each time I put it on, I touch the top, and remember that magical, thought provoking experience...

[onevoice]

In Illusions, Richard Bach takes to the air to discover the ageless truths that give our souls wings: that people don't need airplanes to soar...that even the darkest clouds have meaning once we lift ourselves above them... and that messiahs can be found in the unlikeliest places — like hay fields, one-traffic-light midwestern towns, and most of all, deep within ourselves.
This book can be downloaded here (https://www.pdfdrive.com/illusions-the-adventures-of-a-reluctant-messiah-e175417117.html) for anyone interested. I always found books by Richard Bach magical and fascinating.

[Wind]

This is a fairly common thing, often quite puzzling and frustrating too. In my understanding it's often the fae folk or in other words fairies (https://vocal.media/futurism/a-witch-s-guide-to-faeries) playing a joke on you. They're not malicious, but they are tricksters and they find certain human items, especially shiny ones interesting. They "borrow" them for a while and then return them. They might do that sooner if you make an offering to them.

[shaberon]

I would lean towards "little people" of the "brownie" class.

Just because they are densely populated in Ireland does not mean they are not elsewhere.

Unless it becomes a trend which is actually "creepy" rather than just "weird", I would think a poltergeist or preta is unlikely. They can do a lot more. Like if you sit around watching blood pour out of the walls, then it is probably not a brownie. Rarely, a poltergeist might be somewhat friendly, but if you have been living there for years without any signs of it, probably not a haunting. I should by all means have a couple of ferocious ghosts right here, but, so far, no signs except possibly a general psychic vampirism. However I attribute this a priori to the general disrespect and desecration of the local "nature spirits", not brownies, but the river creature and "dryad" class related to wood.

If I could trade, I would take minor object tricks any day...but you don't want this stuff.

[Merkaba360]

3 days is interesting since it was from xmas. Three being the number of creation or re-creation (recreation :). I guess it is Easter when Jesus is resurrected after 3 days. But, I thought that it was from the Dec 21 solstice to Dec 24th where the sun seemed to stand still for 3 days and then reborn as it begins to ascend again? If so, would've been even weirder if it was those 3 days - but almost and still tied to christmas.

If it was more than just someone playing/messing with you, then maybe it is a message regarding manifestation/creation/death & rebirth. Just a thought.

"What does a wallet symbolize? A wallet is the place where we keep everything which is highly valued, and because it carries money, it is considered a symbol of wealth, success and ability. Symbolically it could represent the conservation of life and health. In dreams too, the wallet is a sign of luck."

"Dream of Losing Your Wallet Accidentally
If your wallet falls out of your pocket and you lose it, someone in your inner circle will betray you.

This dream alerts you to be careful whom you confide in. Not everyone around you wishes you well. Some are out to harvest your plans, secrets, and ideas and use them for their own benefit.

Some will expose sensitive information about your personal and business concerns to your enemies."


Since Earth is also a dream, I wonder how often these sort of events can be omens or have symbolic relevance as dreams can. hmm.

[scotslad]

Back at the tail end of 2019, I was in the Seychelles (which turned out be full of synchronicities, coincidences, and enlightening events), but one weird thing stood out...

...I lost my wallet 3 times. Or should I say my wallet was returned to me 3 times, unaware that I had lost it.

Including once when I just got in a lift, I could hear my name getting called out and just as the doors were closing, a hand with my wallet came in through the gap in the doors to return my wallet.

To lose a wallet once in a foreign country would be unfortunate. Twice - A lesson to be learned.

But 3 times? Something in that I feel.

I think I was being watched and proteced, because of other weird and wonderful stuff going on at the time.

[Sue (Ayt)]

In Illusions, Richard Bach takes to the air to discover the ageless truths that give our souls wings: that people don't need airplanes to soar...that even the darkest clouds have meaning once we lift ourselves above them... and that messiahs can be found in the unlikeliest places — like hay fields, one-traffic-light midwestern towns, and most of all, deep within ourselves.
This book can be downloaded here (https://www.pdfdrive.com/illusions-the-adventures-of-a-reluctant-messiah-e175417117.html) for anyone interested. I always found books by Richard Bach magical and fascinating.

I had an experience with this book itself. I loved that book, and read it several times many years ago. And I always kept it in the same place on my bookshelf, kind of in the front of the other books, so I could easily locate it.

When I first met my husband, and we were sharing much loved books, he wanted to read it. (I knew he would love it, as he always loved aviation.) But when I went to give it to him, it was just gone from the bookshelf where it always is.

For 2 or 3 weeks, we both looked for it everywhere we could think of. We went over every book in the house (and there were many on a lot of shelves, as I do love books.) Then we let it go, and figured someday we'd pick up another copy.

Then one day, it was simply back in it's original place! I walked past, and there it was, right in the front of the other books where it always was and is.

I figured it was just a FUN, delightful little demonstration given by the universe of the truth behind the principles revealed in the book!
;)

Nowadays, when something disappears, we generally just let it go instead of fretting, saying "Oh well - It's just hiding for a bit," and usually it does reappear, sometimes in the oddest places

[Kryztian]

When things you really need mysteriously disappear, there is someone out there who will find it for you:

https://i.imgur.com/vStvhri.jpg

You just have to ask. It works everytime! :bigsmile:

[Michel Leclerc]

There may be a more "mundane" explanation. Yet this "mundane" aspect of it is only mundane because it would be called that by (medical) convention. Such conventions however are like Occam’s razor: for all practical purposes they seem to explain the phenomenon, so why look further. Precisely looking further and allowing for a "spirit world" explanation may actually provide better help to the experiencer than taking a pill. Praying for the unhappy or smiling at the whimsical stumbling spirit will certainly do.

In the past year I have experienced: (1) a five-minute "fit" in which I wanted to say something specific to a neighbour, yet what came out of my mouth was gibberish: nouns and verbs replaced by other nouns and verbs, and that was happening consciously: I knew I was choosing the wrong words – then it subsided; (2) the whole hierarchical tree structure of my computer filing system appearing to be in a shambles: leaves becoming branches, stems becoming leaves etc.: this last for a few minutes as well; (3) this very day for about a minute I could not recover the word "wikipedia" precisely when I needed it (I am working on a largish project involving thousands of biographies for which Wikipedia is useful – and I could not recall the very word I needed to do a search (as in order to find Jeff Buckley I would type "Buckley Wikip”)): it only came back when I had the good idea that the word might be akin to the word "encyclopaedia"; (4) quite frequently (once or twice in a month) I cannot find a small item (like your purse, Bill) at the very spot I "know" it to be – and I actually find it somewhat later exactly there (that resembles your situation closely).

My "mundane" theory is that I have slight memory lapses (overworked brain, emotional stresses because of "the situation" etc.) which makes me "unknow" things that I know (which is not the same as forgetting them), and "unsee" things that I know to be “there”.. because I know what is really the case however strongly I may "unknow" or "unsee" it.

Weird and a little stressful it is (your crawling around in the garden Bill, think of it!) and exactly that makes the situation last, I guess. Also, it is not just "unseeing" things, but also "unsensing" them because my hands felt around the very spots where I knew the objects were that I "unsaw". There is a strange feedback loop at work, as in certain forms of paranoia, where the sufferer definitely knows that his or her suspicion is ungrounded, unreal, yet becomes even more paranoid the more he is convinced that the suspicion is only paranoia..

I do not allow physicians to have any opinion about it, because I do not trust them any more. But... the situation has started to amuse me – and that is probably the cure. My brain, or my poltergeist, or my polterbrain, or I myself as my own personal poltergeist may lose interest, as they cannot upset me that much any more.

And then again, we may just be for some time on the wrong page in the Akashic records, or have some sort of partial OBE, where part of us is on page n+x and another part on page n+x’. Or: I am just coming apart.. but then Willem De Kooning made many of his most beautiful paintings when he was busy having his Alzheimer..

[lunaflare]

This wee story, is a perfect illustration of how little is in our control. Many players; seen and unseen!
When you stopped playing (gave up the frustration and surrendered to the mystery), your wallet re-appeared. Yes, I thought also of the three-day pattern in the Bible, with resurrection. Christmas and Solstice.

[Patient]

There may be a more "mundane" explanation. Yet this "mundane" aspect of it is only mundane because it would be called that by (medical) convention. Such conventions however are like Occam’s razor: for all practical purposes they seem to explain the phenomenon, so why look further. Precisely looking further and allowing for a "spirit world" explanation may actually provide better help to the experiencer than taking a pill. Praying for the unhappy or smiling at the whimsical stumbling spirit will certainly do.

In the past year I have experienced: (1) a five-minute "fit" in which I wanted to say something specific to a neighbour, yet what came out of my mouth was gibberish: nouns and verbs replaced by other nouns and verbs, and that was happening consciously: I knew I was choosing the wrong words – then it subsided; (2) the whole hierarchical tree structure of my computer filing system appearing to be in a shambles: leaves becoming branches, stems becoming leaves etc.: this last for a few minutes as well; (3) this very day for about a minute I could not recover the word "wikipedia" precisely when I needed it (I am working on a largish project involving thousands of biographies for which Wikipedia is useful – and I could not recall the very word I needed to do a search (as in order to find Jeff Buckley I would type "Buckley Wikip”)): it only came back when I had the good idea that the word might be akin to the word "encyclopaedia"; (4) quite frequently (once or twice in a month) I cannot find a small item (like your purse, Bill) at the very spot I "know" it to be – and I actually find it somewhat later exactly there (that resembles your situation closely).

My "mundane" theory is that I have slight memory lapses (overworked brain, emotional stresses because of "the situation" etc.) which makes me "unknow" things that I know (which is not the same as forgetting them), and "unsee" things that I know to be “there”.. because I know what is really the case however strongly I may "unknow" or "unsee" it.

Weird and a little stressful it is (your crawling around in the garden Bill, think of it!) and exactly that makes the situation last, I guess. Also, it is not just "unseeing" things, but also "unsensing" them because my hands felt around the very spots where I knew the objects were that I "unsaw". There is a strange feedback loop at work, as in certain forms of paranoia, where the sufferer definitely knows that his or her suspicion is ungrounded, unreal, yet becomes even more paranoid the more he is convinced that the suspicion is only paranoia..

I do not allow physicians to have any opinion about it, because I do not trust them any more. But... the situation has started to amuse me – and that is probably the cure. My brain, or my poltergeist, or my polterbrain, or I myself as my own personal poltergeist may lose interest, as they cannot upset me that much any more.

And then again, we may just be for some time on the wrong page in the Akashic records, or have some sort of partial OBE, where part of us is on page n+x and another part on page n+x’. Or: I am just coming apart.. but then Willem De Kooning made many of his most beautiful paintings when he was busy having his Alzheimer..

I agree that sometimes due to being tired, overworked, etc., we might not see the exact thing we are looking for and later we find it there.

But that is one scenario of which there are many.

I have experienced an item disappearing when I was with another person. We both could not understand what had happened. After a few minutes of looking around the area (and becoming more perplexed) I had a feeling which I followed. I said, "Let's leave the room and it will come back because I am not playing anymore." When we returned about 5 minutes later, the item was right there.

[Ernie Nemeth]

If it was someone else, I'd likely dismiss it as some sort of freak one-off occurrence.

But you've had numerous strange happenings I can't account for other than to attribute it to yet another curious and mysterious incursion into your reality.

[TEOTWAIKI]

I find that laughing it off is the best way to find things;
maybe it's all just a reminder not to take things too serious.