Sorry for the long absence. Life has been hectic but I took a moment to share something that happened this last Friday - the 13th of July.
If you've followed my comments and stories, you know I have a rather Pain in the Asterisks entity bugging me. Picked him up at a hotel - yes distinctly male - a hunter in Camo if you can believe it. I've even seen him a couple times. I genuinely believe he is the one disappearing my small kitchen gadgets, shoes and bric a brac. He also has a nasty habit of clomping around in his hunting boots in the wee hours of the morning.
I've tried smudging, cleansing, prayers, salt, black and red salt, and many other rituals. Nothing phases this man-critter. On to this particular event.
Something I need to make clear. I do not carry a purse when going out on a job. I tuck my wallet and phone into a designated pocket on my tool kit.
I had a rather long drive - 5 hours one way, and 5 back - so I went and filled up my smurf and hit the road. I distinctly remember giving my (very pretty white and silver sparkly) CC to the full service attendant. He gave it back, I tucked it into it's specific pocket and set my wallet back inside the car while I chatted with the attendant. I go to this gas station regularly and always have the same attendant - 2 years plus. We're friends of a sort.
Anyway, about an hour out I have an overwhelming craving for some European lemon shortbread. The ONLY store with what I was craving for hundreds of miles is coming up in about 5 miles. Of course I decide to stop. I go in, get what I want, and go to pay, only to find my white sparkly CC is missing. It makes me blink a bit, but I pull out my black sparkly CC and pay for my cookies and drinks. I go back to my car and search ALL OVER. Then I turn out my wallet, every single pocket and flap. Nothing. I call the gas station, worried it fell out or maybe the attendant didn't give it back.
They know who I am - pays to be regular in a small town. They look at the video, the video clearly shows me giving the card, and getting it back. Then she says "your wallet is black right? With a silver design? You put it in a pocket inside the wallet, on the silver design side."
Which is exactly correct. That is what I remembered, and moreover, it is exactly where the CC goes. I have my wallet laid out precisely, each card in it's place. Oh boy, now I sound OCD. It's just easier to keep track if everything has a place.
The absolute frustration is distracting. I know where I put it, I even have a video record of it. Where the hell is it? I tear the car apart again, then my wallet again. After over an hour and a half of looking, I call and have the card cancelled. I continued on my way to my job stewing and fretting with every mile.
Twice during the drive, out of the corner of my eye, I see the shadow of a man in a hat seated in the passenger seat, and I swear I hear boots clomping in my car. I basically ignored it and drove on.
I got home after midnight, and my husband waited up for me. He tore through my wallet, just as I had. The next morning he went out to the car to check. NADA. ZIP. ZERO.
I have to get some stuff for Sunday dinner (I make homemade Sunday Dinner for my MIL at the nursing home) and run to the store. I open my wallet to pay, and my pretty white sparkly CC is laying on top of my ID, just under the flap.
First thought was hubby found it - I called him and asked where he found it. He staunchly denied it. Says he would have shredded it because I'd already cancelled it. Which is true, he would have, after showing it to me.
After the conversation with my hubby, I said - out loud in my car. "You've gone too far. Y'know my rules, you can hang out as long as you don't inconvenience your hostess - ya just pushed my line. I will get rid of you, I won't have something that is being deliberately malicious messin' with my job or finances."
I swear, I heard a snort, like 'good luck.'
Here is the odd part my friends. My brother, who almost never calls, who is very much into something he called 'Principalities', called me perhaps ten minutes later. He said that he got a message to call me, and he asked if anything odd had happened. I told him about the CC issue and some of the other things. He is very worried, he said he'd been lead to calling me, and now he knows why. He says the man-critter is a demonic presence, and was very likely behind not only the small things, but the car accident I had a few weeks ago that totaled my car. He asked if I'd had any unusual, strange, distinctly out of character thoughts. The answer to that is yes. I had a thought so horrible the other day it physically made me ill.
He gave me specific instructions, which I am not sure I can fulfill, because it is not my faith. He also said to get in touch with someone in my area - another who is into 'Principalities.' While he was talking to me, telling me what to do, I began to have a horrible crushing pressure in my chest. I could not breathe properly and I wanted to vomit. I had to disconnect the call. I thought I was having a heart attack and needed to call 911. As soon as the call ended the symptoms ended.
I have not called the person recommended so because, tbh, I don't have a clue what these 'Principalities' people are, and even more honest, I am terrified that this thing might actually have the ability to end me. I thought I was dying in that car.
Does anyone have any input? I could use the help. Maybe an explanation about Principalities? And what the heck was happening with my chest? I've had a very thorough physical since then and my doctor says I am fine, no sign of issues.