Master Thompson's Journal

Did I first think it or did I feel it?

I don’t know if it was all my years of training that kicked in first telling me not to open it because I could feel something amiss…or if I felt something amiss, which triggered my inner voice to say “you know better Derek, release your curiosity, put it down right now and walk away.”  I don’t know which came first, but what I do know one thing for certain… I made a serious mistake by not trusting either warning.

Let me start from the begining…

I have my own a washer and dryer but I prefer public Laundromats.  I’m not entirely sure why…I’d rather leave the house and do my laundry then do it at home.  When I was kid that’s what we did, so maybe its a habit…a tradition even.  It’s an opportunity to kill a few birds with one stone and run some errands while I’m out; maybe thats it.  I have always been comfortable in public and around others so perhaps it’s based on my fondness of being out and about…I don’t know for sure, but one thing is for sure, I always come home with a story.

I’m taking my cloths out of the washer when it must have been in the metal, roller basket I used to move them to a dryer.  It was a small…soft, cloth pouch styled as a $50.00 bill.  I picked it up and felt …“materials” inside.  Using my thumb, index and forefinger I could feel various textures, something gritty, something folded and something that felt like a coin  inside of this pouch.  It was sewn shut, which caused me to notice the stitching, something about the way it was stitched gave me a weird feeling.  I could tell it was slow and methodical stitching.

At first, I heeded the voice in my head’s warning and  put it down, left the Laundromat and went back to my car to read my book.  After 2 minutes I couldn’t stand it anymore…I was having a fight with myself.  I wanted to know what it was, I wanted what was in the pouch but the voice in my mind said, “you know better…not everything needs to be explored, identified and understood…so let it go.” 

It’s not that I couldn’t let it go, I just didn’t want to. 

There was something not right about that pouch and I wanted to know what it was.  So, I walked back into the Laundromat, grabbed the pouch and brought it out to my car.  I tried once more to investigate the contents with my fingers and I could clearly identify that it was in fact a folded piece of paper…as weird as this may read to you, but I determined the folded paper to  be  a denomination of some sort by the texture and sound of the paper.  Then I thought, if there is money in this I will simply turn it in to the attendant, maybe this is someone’s emergency stash of cash or something that got lost in the laundry. 

I decided to open the pouch…

I didn’t want to rip it open so I started to observe the stitching.  I noticed that there was an end that was untied and from there I could use my fingernails to grab one of the tightly stitched loops and pull the loose end through.  What careful and intricate stitching I thought.  After about 10 minutes I was completely taken with how well someone stitched this thing together.  It was stitched as if it was never to be opened again and with that, once again my internal danger sense was spiking.  I mental kicked myself because now I was committed, I had to open it and see what was inside.

I got a quarter of the way down and allowed my impatience to take over and used one of my car keys to pull out the rest of the loose stitching out, and even still…it was slow going opening the pouch.  Finally, I got it open enough to see what was in side.  I was right, it was a denomnation…a $2.00 bill…weird I thought.  But there was something else inside…dried corn, a sea shell, what looked like sand and a strong floral sent.  I sat there and said to myself…”WTF” is this?  I thought, “dried corn…DRIED CORN!”

Then it hit me!

I yelled “SHIT” and closed the pouch and immediately through it away!  I ran into the Laundromat’s restroom to wash my hands.  There was no soap so I pulled out some change and purchased a small, single load box of  beach and washed my hands as hard and as fast as I could.

1. What I felt was Dark Magick…
2. My mind was telling me on both the practical level that this was none of my business, and the spiritual level that something was not right and to leave it alone…

I of all people who should know better.  I decided that my curiosity was more important then the years of knowledge and experience telling me to walk away and let things be.  From what it looked like, it was a simple money/prosperity spell, but depending on the practitioner and the power of belief behind the spell there is no telling what damage if any I could have caused myself or the individual the spell was intended.   

That’s what I get for opening Pandora’s pouch!