Today Caleb and I went out to Decatur to do some shopping and browsing around town. After stopping by the "usual suspects" like Meiji, Taste, etc., we hopped on the bus and took it a few blocks west, to the end of the shopping district. There we found an antique shop (So Rare) we had never been in before and never particularly noticed, although we later learned, from asking the owner, that it's been open eight years.
First we wandereed around out front, where there was a large collection of rusted lawn ornaments, furniture, garden saints, etc., but soon we were drawn inside. I was immediately entranced, as it seemed much more ecletric or even just, I suppose, weirder
than the average antique shop or junk shop. Like there were lots of strange little things in there and for some reason I got the feeling some of the product arrangements were almost like shrines of some sort.
Anyway, Caleb and I were poking around on the side of the shop furthest from the cash register. The shop is in a converted house and the end where we were had two smaller rooms, like an old bedroom and a closed porch or something. We had just left the first nook when Caleb said to me, "This place is haunted." I asked him which part and he pointed where we'd just been. Then we went in the second room. "This is haunted, too, with another ghost." I asked him if there were any in the main part of the shop and he said no. He also said he'd like to mention his findings to the owner, who he felt would be "open" to such things.
So Caleb went up to the woman, who looks like of hippie / New Ageist, and after saying how much we like the shop, said to her, "This is a curious question, but I'm wondering if you've had any incidents here with the paranormal?" The woman blinks and said, "Why do you ask that?" Well, to cut to the chase, the woman said -- without hearing Caleb's "findings" -- that there are two spirits in the building! Caleb then told her where he sensed them and she concurred with him. She then went on to say that these spirits are her "guides" and mean no harm, only good. Caleb agreed the spirits aren't malevolent.
After that we had a whole little conversation about ghost-finding ("What do you do with this talent of yours?"), spirits who guide your life, etc.
And then ANOTHER spooky thing happened!
While we were there by the counter talking, I was drawn over towards a bookcase. It wasn't the books I was interested in, however, but several objects on the shelvers. There were some bookends and some iron roosters that I really liked... and then there was this iron hand. It was standing upright, palm open, like a glove or one of those hands for modeling rings. Only there was something about
the hand. It was iron, first off, and then there was something about the fingers and how they were formed, a bit too elongated and disproportional, like primitive New England folk art or handmade dolls. "Oh, that's my spirit hand!" the woman said, after I had picked it up and looking at it.
Here's where things get odd. I could not put the thing down! We kept talking and the whole while I was fascinated with this hand! The more I looked at it and held it, the more I was drawn to it. The palm really fascinated me, as I got a sense of it as being "open" to some kind of force, but also exhuding some kind of positive energy. I also picture there being a third eye in it, not sure why. I just did. Meanwhile I was cradling it, looking inside it, stroking it, could not get enough.
I bought the iron hand. It was $20. She wrapped it up and I swear I felt this sort of fulfilment that was different than I usually get from shopping. I felt like I was buying something more like a PET than an "object." I didn't buy it as any sort of decoration or ornament or something to show other people. Instead -- and I realized this more and more on the way home -- felt like it was some kind of personal object or talisman that was connected to me and meant for me to have.
After we left, and as we continued to shop, every time I hefted the bag it was in, I got a tingly feeling and wanted to take it out and touch it. We had lunch at Raging Burrito and I took it out briefly, only to have Caleb say to put it away because it looked too spooky sitting on the table. All the way home I kept thinking about the hand and how much I liked it.
I've been home for a couple of hours now and now that I have the hand out, all my feelings seem to have come out. I feel the hand is extremely benevolent. It seems connected strongly to my heart and guts. I just watched TV with it -- heavy as it is -- lying on my chest, and I felt so calmed by it. It reminds me of having a loyal dog or something and it's so weird because it's just an "inanimated" object. But just now I was sitting here and caught myself pressing my face up to it and letting the fingers go through my hair.
I feel like I want to carry the hand around with me. Too bad it weighs about 5 pounds. Or maybe not, as you can't exactly fit it into your pocket!( Collapse )