Stories of Spirit…The Gold Bag [spirit filled adventure at the flee market]

Yesterday, I had a Wyrd experience; while treasure hunting at the Ft. Myers, Flee Market.  It was a moment in which Spirit & Fate intervened, taking me off guard, and nearly brought me to tears.


The bag, I owned had once belonged to my Grammy Brown.  It had been a treasured item of mine, as a teenager as she had passed away when I was 12.  My teenage years, were a bit turbulent; as I was not only dealing with the death of my greatest treasure (my grandmother), but also dealing with the divorce of my parents.  To say that time was turbulent, meant I was smoking a tremendous amount of marijuana, drinking heavily and pretty much not giving a shit about myself or what happened to me.  I began to use the little, gold, bag; that had been my grandmothers, as a storage container for my pot.  I often referred to it as my magic bag, as it seemed to contain an endless supply of herb.  As time went on my self destruction, became more and more of a way of escaping the sadness I felt around the loss of my family.  But I have always been looked over by Spirits, and the endless supply of Marijuana came to an abrupt end with the loss of the purse.  I was devastated when I lost it, but I knew on a Psychic level, that it had been taken from me…Not by a person, but by Spirit.  Technically,  I lost it when a party I was at got busted by the police, but there was no doubt in my mind, that it was Spirits way of saying “enough is enough, we are not going to stand by and watch you destroy your life”.

As much as it pained me to loose the bag; that had belonged to my grandmother, I was thankful to Spirit for intervening.  It was not the first, nor the last time, in which Spirit has stepped in & redirected events of my life, but it was one of the most memorable.  I feel that in many ways, I have been so looked out for, because I have work to do.  Like I signed a contract before birth and the Spirits that look over me, were going to make sure I stayed on track & got my work done.

It has been many years since I have thought about the bag, as it has been gone from my life for almost 30 years.  But yesterday; at the flee market, I remembered.  Seeing that gold bag, led me to quietly, share the story of my gold with my friend.  As I shared the tale, I thought on how powerful that moment of intervention had been to me, and how thankful I was to Spirit for looking out for me; in a time when I was most vulnerable.  Finishing my story; I put the bag down, not feeling that I needed to buy it.

A few moments later, while browsing at a table across the way, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.  When I turned around, I saw the woman from the table I had just left, & she had the gold bag in her hand.  She handed me the bag, and told me that she wanted me to have it.  I was shocked, and almost began crying on the spot.  I thanked her, and told her my story.  She thanked me for sharing my story; which she had not overheard, she just knew she had to give it to me.  We hugged, knowing we had both experienced an Exceptional Moment of Spirit.

After she walked off, I found it hard to not just break down crying…but fought hard to resist, as I didn’t want to look like the crazy lady at the Flee Market.  I am always amazed by the way Spirit moves people.  Her simple act of kindness; led by Spirit, will forever be a treasured memory of mine.  It goes to show, that we never know when our lives will be touched by Beloved Dead…it can happen anywhere, even the Flee Market.

I hope you enjoyed the read Folks.  My time in Ft. Myers is coming to an end, and I will be continuing on my Gypsy Adventure…heading North to Mount Dora tomorrow, for another bit of Spirit Communication.

spreading love- Salicrow

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