Look closely. There’s a nearly perfect hole in the bottom of my glass bottle. No significant cracks around it. The rubber sheath is untouched and the rest of the bottle is as normal.

I drank out of it yesterday. It sat on my desk at work. I put it in my bag, which rode home in Katherine’s car seat. At home I sat my bag on the fireplace the same as I do everyday.

This morning the bottle was pulled out of the bag to find the hole. No glass is in my bag. No holes are in my bag or the house.

And bonus it’s been a morning of household chaos, and feeling like I was drained of energy in my sleep.


Can anyone explain this one?

May you never have creepy unexplained mysteries that scare everyone. May you know you are on the right track. May you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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