Several years ago, traveling between Houston and our home in Colorado we stopped in Ruidoso, NM to spend time with a very dear friend, mentor and healer. We stayed at lovely little apartments in town, giving us the opportunity to enjoy their small village, especially their restaurants.
I have this small china jewelry box that my sister found at one of those fabulous art fairs in California. In it I keep my special pieces that I wear often, so when packing for the trip I wrapped the china piece in socks for protection and placed it safely inside the water container of our water-pick, perfect fit! As always, the green bag carrying the water pick along with personal items goes in with us nightly, since it is crammed full of necessaries that do not fit in the suitcase. On several occasions I dug into the bag for sundry items and noted the container safely ensconced in its wrapping. Arriving home, I unpacked the green bag and the jewelry box was not to be found. I methodically unpacked every bag and suitcase, checked the car, still no jewelry box. I checked again, John checked. It was not there.
Immediately I called a good friend and psychic and asked if I the jewelry container had arrived home with us. Answer, NO. Asked if it had been stolen? Yes, taken. I was cautioned to not accuse anyone of theft when I contacted the apartments, just ask if it had been found. It was promptly confirmed with the housekeeper that the china box had not been left in the rooms. Management vouched for her honestly and I did not question them. I let it go. Perhaps it was time for my favorite pieces to go to new owners.
That summer I did miss my little ring. It was given to me when I graduated from high school and had 13 tiny diamonds from long-gone grandmothers and great aunties. That I would truly miss.
Time to return to Houston; suitcases came out of storage. When I opened the smallest bag, the same one we had used when we were in Denver for a couple of days, there it was! Still lovingly wrapped in the socks just as I had done weeks earlier - with more jewelry than I remembered packing! Strange.
Asking my psychic friend what happened, her explanation was that the housekeeper who took it felt so guilty since I did not make accusations, she wanted to return it. Given permission, my china box came back to me. Where was it hiding, in a parallel universe? Soon, we will all know about higher dimensions that we only now dream about. Namaste.