I just learned that my new friend’s best friend in Colorado has a huge collection of moldavite and a buyer lined up. I hope he doesn’t buy all of it.
On Saturday, February 20, 2021 during the Waxing Gibbous phase of the moon, this incredible piece of moldavite reappeared after vanishing back in September 2015.
If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll see a lot of strange things happened to me in 2021 on the 8th or 9th of the month. Well, back on February 8, 2015, Andrew who created the Moldavite Collectors Global Network, sent me a message on Facebook messenger asking if I ever was able to acquire any moldavite. I wrote that I had not, and he wrote “. . . .I have a piece that was on my mind today…to sell at the price I bought it at…. but I felt I needed to wait for that person to show up”. He sent me instructions on how to send him $58 plus shipping using PayPal. It arrived on Saturday, February 28, 2015.
I was afraid of losing it so I placed it in a green party favor bag. For several nights I slept with it under my pillow. I carried it with me. I kept it next to my bed on a night table (in the bag). Then in September 2015, I was on the phone with my friend, Eva who was feeling really sick. I got the idea in my head that we could use the speaker feature on the cell phones so my moldavite could talk to hers and we could do a healing.
What happened next, I cannot remember. It’s like I forgot I ever owned it. By the time I remembered I had had it in my hand that night, I freaked out.
Sometime AFTER the garbage pick up day, I realized it was missing. I tore my house apart looking for it. I searched under the bed, around the bed, in the closet, in pockets of clothes in the closet. I looked behind bookcases thinking the cats took it. I was CONVINCED I had had it on the night table and it fell into the trash between my bed and the table.
I used my pendulum. I called friends who were psychic. The pendulum insisted it was in my closet so I took everything out. I swear I even looked in the black canvas laptop bag that was in my room. And YET it was nowhere. HOW, HOW could the bag disappear? I knew moldavite can. But a party favor bag?
This is where my mind freaks out. On February 28, I got out that very same black canvas laptop bag that I used to travel to Salt Lake City with the late Mart. I kept his medical records in it or whatever he needed each time he was hospitalized. That bag used to fall over in the back seat. That bag saw a lot of suffering in the hospital and in the nursing home where Mart ended up after botched surgery.
When Mart died on September 11, 2018, I converted the bag into a paper craft bag. I had fancy craft papers and punches and colored pens and things.
Wanting an Xacto knive, I searched and to my total amazement, in the outside UNZIPPED pocket in the far far corner was the mesh bag with the missing crystal!
I swear I heard it laughing at me. “I never left the house! I’ve been here with you all the time!”
I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. All those years! I beat myself up thinking it was in the Elko Landfill. I beat myself up because the price of moldavite skyrocketed.
I had a small pendant Eva had sold me and IT even said, when I used it as a pendulum, that it was in the house, but I just had no clue it was in the black canvas bag. NONE. I do not know how it had not fallen out on all those trips.
Later that day I took the dogs with me to get the mail at the rural mailboxes and to check on the other house which is now sold. The wind was absolutely bitter. The song, “Too Much Time on My Hands” started playing on the truck radio and I burst out laughing! We still were dealing with COVID lockdowns.
When the song came out in 1981 I was teaching ESL at THREE (3) different colleges. I had set up my parents’ living room as a piano studio and had students six days a week. One night a week I taught piano at the high school in the night school program. I was a tutor, and I taught beginning figure skating at South Mountain Ice Rink where Olympic skaters also taught. I had no idea what pop culture was. I was too busy working 10 hour days.
We did not have cable back then and I had never seen MTV anyway. This video is hilarious in retrospect.
The late NOTORIOUS VEGAS DOC (aka Harry Leo Duran, M.D., Ph.D., MPH) was only popular so long as he was buying everyone rounds of drinks or picking up the tab at the SUPER expensive restaurants he frequented. Pay close attention to that scene in the music video. And the clothes. I truly missed out on the 80s. And the 90s. And most of the 21st century until now. I’m definitely paying attention now.
I understand that copying the lyrics is a copyright infringement so I let you read and see how this described Harry perfectly.
4:44 p.m., Sunday, March 6, 2022. Am searching for the photo I took of it. Ever since Harry died, I’m seeing 111, 222, 333, 444, 555, 11:11, 12:12 on clocks, cash registers, receipts. CONSTANTLY!