So today I finally unpacked my clothes and all my things and put them in my house.
I knew in the previous days that I didn’t know where my passport and immigration card was for awhile, but I knew I must have it- because I always take good care of it.

But as I went through all my stuff- every pocket, every hidden crooney, every box small and big… I didn’t find it. I checked, then I checked again. I checked in my bathroom stuff,  my school stuff, my important stuff- even my kitchen stuff. I remember I had it in a yellow plastic bag in my important stuff when I went away at the beginning of January and I remember I checked to make sure it was still there when I picked up my bags from a new friends house and then… I didn’t remember the next thing. A secret pocket somewhere? But I just checked all my secret pockets. I started to feel panic and then realized, that … no, I have this. I have faith in the people around me… and even though, for a few days at the hostel I was at- we were hiding the key in kind of silly spot, I felt our things were secure- and even though for my first week here I had someone working in my house when I wasn’t here- I felt he was a good, honest person, and even though you could have just walked into my house for the first week as I never had a side wall… I also, never felt violated and had left Cho-Ku-Rei symbols on my things. (Deterrent from people looking to rob.) So this morning, I got up early, checked again- no luck, decided to give myself abhyanga and then sit and meditate.

I felt I wanted to pray too… but I didn’t know who to pray to. So I googled the Saint of lost things… and I clicked on one of the first links and it was just a real simple story of a man and woman, and she lost her keys and they didn’t want to pay the $19 dollars to have them replaced, when they new they could trust in God to help them find them… and then his Wife had a dream that she was going to find them and several days after loosing them, she checked a pocket in her gym bag- she apparently missed, and found them.  SO- this story never told me the Saint name- but said I could pray right to God. Okay sweet-  so I quickly sat down, comfortable and then I began to try and not think about things and I sent Reiki to my intention and realized that I need to be more mindful with the things that are MOST important to me… and then … now I am new at trusting in my hearts answers, I have only been communicating with her/ my consciousness for about a week again in a way of complete confidence… so I felt like Gabriel came through and then I felt inspired to check this one bag again and nothing came out of it- but it was an enjoyable experience and then I felt guided to check another bag and … yep, it was there. I had checked that bag like probably 10 times in the past 5 days, 4 times in the past night, every pocket… except I guess the one that it was in. Sigh.

Thanks be to God. Thanks be to all spiritual helpers, angels, guides and light that is around us all the time. It’s such a beautiful way to start the day… only 9:00 am and I already have had a massage and conversation with the divine! 🙂