Pixilation is not a phenomenon I have definitely experienced. The losing of an item, a thorough search, then a request for it's return to the spirits of place, with a return of the object where I had most definitely looked, not really. Losing, looking and finding, yes, but usually I can rationalize why I did not spot my glasses on the dresser, but D did, where I looked several times. Just the wrong angle, he's a bit taller, I didn't have my glasses on, after all.
I tend to think that this is a quirk in the human brain, the inability to see whatever is in front of our eyes, then a slight change, and it becomes visible again. Interesting enough as insight into how we perceive. I have little enough faith in my own memory and perception to think my keys are being hidden from me by a mischievous entity. There are times when it would be less personally insulting to blame the brownies. And there have been lost earrings showing up in highly unlikely places, long after I'd given them up for gone.
When I was eight, my brother and sister-in-law gave me a little pearl ring. I thought it was a real pearl at the time. Rather quickly, it disappeared. Desperate, I did as taught, prayed to God, and St. Anthony, even St. Jude as finding it seemed hopeless. I threatened that I would stop believing in God if He didn't help me find it. Six months or so later, I found it near the baseboard beside my bed. I reluctantly had to start believing again, sort of. The fake pearl had started to peel, and the metal tarnished. If a pagan guardian angel had hidden it from me, to point me to doubt, it could hardly have been done more effectively.
Pixies don't prank me, I suspect merely my own mind does. But I am willing to concede that others have a better case for external interference. If I had less clutter, this might all be clearer.
How would a unique gold ring, coincidentally engraved with the names of mother, sister, girl, thought to be buried, would wind up miles away, then inside a teleporting alligator, only to be found by the only surviving child of a doomsday cult?
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Precious, 'lucky' things often used to get lost then show up. A tiny plush kitten, bought when I was four at JFK airport, survived many losses and abductions, miraculously to show up in long grass and elsewhere. He served as an exam mascot at about 14, I did OK, got put in the top stream, my friend didn't and should have, was deeply distressed. I gave her the kitten, partly simply out of love, partly because I think I knew I shouldn't presume on his magic powers of return. I never asked what happened to him after that, though I saw her again quite recently after a very long absence.
Later objects I deemed lucky didn't come back. I gave up such beliefs.
The ring in the alligator/magic salmon, etc seems to be a recurrent archetype.
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