I wore a vial before my mission round my neck, on like a necklace. I thought I was so cool and righteous. After my mission I gave some blessings to my wife (now also ex mormom) she still appreciates those as the feelings were real - you know not everything has to be ditched.
Yup preesdud powers have their limitations...even a bottle cap can keep em out...whod a thot...maybe those specious words just riccochet off...be careful they dont take outta a eye
My oil went rancid. The lid didn't seal well and spilled in my pocket. Stinky, oily stuff. Had to throw it away. Of course without any oil I felt helpless until I could get my hands on some more and have it consecrated.
Weird how it made me delusional for awhile. That oil had some pretty remarkable powers.
Back in the early 60s, my grandma had major surgery. I was appointed to join a p-hood delegation to visit her in the hospital, since I had recently been ordained a Deacon.
Grandma was not Mormon, and High-Priest-in-Charge dude asked her if she wanted to receive a blessing. She assented, saying she thought those kinds of things never hurt.
HPiC dude then pulls out a little plastic nose-spray bottle which he had re-purposed to store his consecrated oil. He squeezes a couple of drops of oil onto Grandma's forehead and proceeds with laying-on-of-hands.