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St Anthony Intervention

*Moved from Esoterica (??) to Religion & Cults*
 
There is actually a thread somewhere called The Intervention of Saint Anthony.

*Yith: Well done, that man - thread moved once again*
 
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Me and my partner started a "thing" a few years ago, when we would ask aloud to Saint Anthony of Padua for help to find a missing item. She hadn't heard of this old Catholic practice and found it highly amusing that every time she asked with sincerity whatever was lost was swiftly located. I decided to show appreciation by tracking down a statue of the saint and installing it at home where it could be easily seen. I found the ideal one, a mid century bisque beauty and brought him back after a long and very careful drive.

Just yesterday, Chrissy was model making and placed two tiny pale grey wheels on her dark blue kitchen work table. While she was in the bathroom they of course vanished. After looking all over the place and interrogating the cats she went into the living room to watch TV for half an hour. There, she remembered to ask Saint Anthony for help and spoke to him aloud. On coming back into the kitchen she found the wheels on the counter, lined up next to the model on which they belonged.

Anyone had a similar experience with this saint or another?
 
frankiefelix said:
Me and my partner started a "thing" a few years ago, when we would ask aloud to Saint Anthony of Padua for help to find a missing item. She hadn't heard of this old Catholic practice and found it highly amusing that every time she asked with sincerity whatever was lost was swiftly located. I decided to show appreciation by tracking down a statue of the saint and installing it at home where it could be easily seen. I found the ideal one, a mid century bisque beauty and brought him back after a long and very careful drive.
Just yesterday, Chrissy was model making and placed two tiny pale grey wheels on her dark blue kitchen work table. While she was in the bathroom they of course vanished. After looking all over the place and interrogating the cats she went into the living room to watch TV for half an hour. There, she remembered to ask Saint Anthony for help and spoke to him aloud. On coming back into the kitchen she found the wheels on the counter, lined up next to the model on which they belonged.
. Anyone had a similar experience with this saint or another?
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We had a thread on Finding Lost Items right back before the Board was electrified. Saint Anthony was certainly mentioned.
People also described asking fairies, houses espitirs, deceased relations an' all sorts. :D

Do you say 'Dear St. Anthony, please come around: something is lost, and it cannot be found.'?
 
escargot said:
We had a thread on Finding Lost Items right back before the Board was electrified. Saint Anthony was certainly mentioned.
People also described asking fairies, houses espitirs, deceased relations an' all sorts. :D

Do you say 'Dear St. Anthony, please come around: something is lost, and it cannot be found.'?
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Yes! Chrissy said something like that! I'm not sure if there's elves or house sprites involved but asking seems to work every time. It's uncanny. I'd love to hear from people who've actually done this - and I have,another related story to tell if you sit quietly.
 
Now this is weird.
Recently I ordered a couple of smart watches for me and my wife, as a sort of challenge to see who recorded the most steps per day.
A couple of days ago we couldn't find the boxes the watches came in and where we stored the bespoke charging cables.
Looked everywhere that was feasible in the house - starting with the shelves in my man-cave. I even went through the blue salvage bin outside, in case the two boxes had been accidentally thrown away. So, with my watch down to 16% and my wife's watch almost dead, I resigned myself to having to buy new charging leads or possibly new watches.
Last night in bed, I was perusing this forum on my tablet and happened to read this very thread,
Whilst not a Catholic I thought why not give it a go and so said "Come on then Saint Anthony. I don't suppose you can find two missing watch chargers?".
I've just had one more look on my shelf and both boxes were there, so the watches (mine is the Tarkus one) can get a much needed charge.
My flabber has rarely been so gasted!

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OK, seeing as you lot are so nice, here is the other story . . .

Remember the colours we wore in the '80's? Bright pinks, neon greens and so on, often as baggy tee shirt tops.
One day I'd done a bunch of these in the washing machine, paying no heed to colour run of course, dried them on a clothes stand and folded them into a roughly square shaped stack which I put on the bedroom floor (not sure why). I particularly wanted to wear a bright cerise top that evening so put that on the top.
I went to the bathroom, I think, and when I came back there was no sign of this top.

I checked right through the pile of laundry, item by item but it had vanished. Remember, this is a bright pink cotton top that you could spot from yards away. I can remember the other tops were shades of blue, green and black.

Now, on my windowsill was a quirky little statue of the Virgin Mary - she was given a new home many years ago - bought from a church summer fair.
Frustrated and just for fun, I picked her up and said aloud, "You're supposed to be everyone's Mum. Where's my pink tee shirt, please ? "
I think you can guess the result. I turned around to look at the pile of garments for what must have been the tenth time and there it was. Folded neatly, right on the top in all its glaring pink loveliness, ready to go to the pub.
All I could do was stare and laugh.
IIRC I bought her some flowers.
 
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When I was much younger I read Guy Playfairs the Flying Cow, about the branch of voodoo practiced in Brazil; this lead to further reading on Candomble and Santeria where I learned of the Orishas and, when in need, to call on them for help. Some weeks later I was rushing around London in the pouring rain and couldn’t get a black cab for love nor money. To amuse myself I called on Xango to help me out, and lo and behold a cab for hire came out of an adjacent side street and stopped for me. I know it was coincidence but gave silent thanks as I climbed in out of the rain.
 
frankiefelix said:
Me and my partner started a "thing" a few years ago, when we would ask aloud to Saint Anthony of Padua for help to find a missing item. She hadn't heard of this old Catholic practice and found it highly amusing that every time she asked with sincerity whatever was lost was swiftly located. I decided to show appreciation by tracking down a statue of the saint and installing it at home where it could be easily seen. I found the ideal one, a mid century bisque beauty and brought him back after a long and very careful drive.
Just yesterday, Chrissy was model making and placed two tiny pale grey wheels on her dark blue kitchen work table. While she was in the bathroom they of course vanished. After looking all over the place and interrogating the cats she went into the living room to watch TV for half an hour. There, she remembered to ask Saint Anthony for help and spoke to him aloud. On coming back into the kitchen she found the wheels on the counter, lined up next to the model on which they belonged.
. Anyone had a similar experience with this saint or another?
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Well, my experience with some coins comes to mind, quite some time ago now:
https://forums.forteana.org/index.php?threads/transported-stuff.25816/#post-616615
 
Tempest63 said:
When I was much younger I read Guy Playfairs the Flying Cow, about the branch of voodoo practiced in Brazil; this lead to further reading on Candomble and Santeria where I learned of the Orishas and, when in need, to call on them for help. Some weeks later I was rushing around London in the pouring rain and couldn’t get a black cab for love nor money. To amuse myself I called on Xango to help me out, and lo and behold a cab for hire came out of an adjacent side street and stopped for me. I know it was coincidence but gave silent thanks as I climbed in out of the rain.
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I've done this a lot and I don't believe it's coincidence.
 
Tempest63 said:
When I was much younger I read Guy Playfairs the Flying Cow, about the branch of voodoo practiced in Brazil; this lead to further reading on Candomble and Santeria where I learned of the Orishas and, when in need, to call on them for help. Some weeks later I was rushing around London in the pouring rain and couldn’t get a black cab for love nor money. To amuse myself I called on Xango to help me out, and lo and behold a cab for hire came out of an adjacent side street and stopped for me. I know it was coincidence but gave silent thanks as I climbed in out of the rain.
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Someone I knew many years ago would ask the Devil, well, Satan as he was known to his buddies, for things he needed.

Quoting myself here from 2006 -

A friend of mine 'learned' that all material things belonged to Satan. All you need to do is ask and Satan will provide.

He tried this for a while and to his surprise, it worked.

One of the many instances involved a bus. One Sunday he was walking the 6 miles between two local towns, feeling hot, tired and decidedly broke. The local buses at the time were scarce on Sundays and he didn't have a penny on him anyway.

So as he trudged, he thought, Satan, send me a bus...

And as he passed a bus stop, a double-decker bus stopped at it!
So he stopped and turned back to look at it, astounded, and another identical bus pulled up behind it!

He walked back to the second bus and asked, hey, are you going to ***? The driver said yup, hop in Mate! So he got a free lift to where he was going.
The buses were being delivered to the depot so they weren't taking fares.

The mate says, yup, that was the day I lost my soul...
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Iris said:
Tie it on a red ribbon and hang it up somewhere.
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I have a piece of red ribbon that will do nicely. :)

Edit - red ribbon located, cut to size, tied neatly onto medal.
Medal now residing in full sight on key hook beside stairs. :bthumbup:
 
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frankiefelix said:
LOL! You daft sod. ❤
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Iris said:
Tie it on a red ribbon and hang it up somewhere.
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I strung the medal on a piece of red ribbon and looped it on an hook on the stairs, then forgot about it.
Yesterday I was at my wits' end from searching for some piece of vital and expensive tat at home.

Remembered the medal, held it respectfully in my right hand and said aloud 'Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony, please return to me what does not belong to thee.'
Wasn't sure if that was the correct prayer but Saint Anthony liked it as I suddenly recalled hiding the article behind others in a cabinet.
Rushed upstairs, found it, popped downstairs and thanked the Saint.

Will be trying this again soon. :nods:
 
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