Have you ever felt as if an object has "found you" through some kind of-divine twist of fate? I'm not saying the Gods made sure a vase was at some place at some time to ensure that you and only you could find it; more like you happen to be at the right place at the right time to receive something that is useful/helpful to you in a religious or magical way?
Maybe it was a walk in the woods or a visit to an antique shop? Where were you when you came across your find?
How have you used the object since you're found it? Did you feel any kind of cleansing or dedication ritual was necessary for the object?
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