The first time I was exposed to the significance of numbers was almost 20 years ago. I thought the concept foreign, but interesting. A Physician’s Assistant I was working with in the transplant ICU as a critical care nurse initially shared, telling me that when the number 11:11 appears it means angels are watching you. It began frequently finding its way into our lives.
We eventually would start dating, and as he didn’t like my birthdate, December 23rd, being so close to Christmas, he “changed” it to 11/11. This was significant being Veteran’s Day and him a veteran, a combat medic during the Vietnam War.
Five years after this number was given meaning, as I began to write my first book, The Advocate, the number 11:11 started showing itself quite frequently, as did many other synchronicities in my life. Synchronicities I would hone in on and really start being attention to.
Through several of life’s larger transitions, and during every period I needed to dig deeper into myself spiritually, the numbers would start popping back up. Not just 11:11 any more, but other repeating numbers. By this time, I had discovered their relevance as “Angel Numbers”, the Universe at large speaking to anyone paying attention.
Perhaps, one of my most memorable moments of “numbers” speaking to me was three years ago, when I was headed back home to Minnesota for my 35th high school class reunion, a three day event I had been in charge of organizing. An eight hour drive turned into eleven hours (there’s that number again) after forgetting my wallet while stopping for food, but not realizing until an hour and a half down the road.
My 11 year old daughter along side me, we ended up stopping at the first hotel we seen after crossing the Minnesota border. Of course, it was off Exit 11. We checked in at the front desk, “Room 38,” the clerk told us.
Going to unlock the door, I stopped with a pause, as did my daughter. Looking at the number on the door, and thinking closer to what the clerk had just audibly said, “Room 38”. I exclaimed a loud, “Wow!” That was the name of the restaurant/bar my youngest son worked at, my two younger sons both really good friends with the owners.
Many more times that weekend, triple digit numbers would appear before us. The Magic of the Universe making Herself known.
Wrapping the reunion up, I was with a good friend I had known since my earliest memories of the age of 3 or 4. We were at the lake I had called my “second home” as a child.
After taking a walk down along the water, along with my husband, we ended up back at the pavilion where we had picnicked with our classmates. Everything else had been picked up and put away except two large Mylar balloons with our class year on them, “83.” Only in the wind, they had turned themselves around, “38”.
Wow! I had not thought of or noticed that before. Telling my friend about our stop at the hotel, someone who is like minded as me, she pointed out, 8+3=11. There was my number again!
Last year, once again, with great transitions happening in my life, repetitive numbers everywhere. Not so much, 11 anymore, but mostly 444, and then, in the month of December 555. All month long, there it was, everywhere, 555! It wasn’t until a couple days before my birthday, that it hit me. I was turning 55!
The numbers 555, one of several meanings, “A Major Change Is Coming Your Way,” the most relevant. It made so much sense. I had been on a 15 year mission to return my Soul to Self. All cues and synchronicities leading up that moment, knowing I was very close. Transition, a new life outside my door, for I had done the hard work.
Greater Magic awaits me on this journey (and anyone else who cares to open their minds to the magick and synchronicities of life) … for Revolution Begins With Me.
I’m not afraid to die. Especially not for my country.
A near death incident January 7th, 2005, I was given the option of crossing over, or staying on the planet, 100% committed to sharing my story and following God’s plan. I made my choice.
I had just turned 40, was the mother of 3 sons, the oldest a senior, the youngest in 3rd grade with a young life of severe behavior problems, and unknown to me, soon to be pregnant with my only daughter.
My life was in a million little pieces and I was suffering more pain than mentally, emotionally, and spiritually comprehensible.
I had already been through a lot. Divorce. Isolation from people who called themselves family. Becoming ill with what western medicine physicians called “chronic fatigue” (being a nurse and being tenacious I knew there was a different cause.) Later to learn and be treated for severe mercury poisoning by an alternative medicine DO. The suicide of my father, the only person in my life I could always count on, when I was 29 and finishing my last year of nursing school.
I was strong, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. and physically. Getting into body building at age 26 as a way to help eleviate the symptoms from my then undiagnosed heavy metal poisoning. I knew who I was and what I was made of.
So at this point, finding myself, the Phoenix, in ashes on the ground, I knew I could and I would rise stronger and more powerful than ever before. 100% certain of that because this time I let God do the leading.
I’ve spent the last 15 years healing my family, healing myself, and moving towards “THAT DAY”. “THAT DAY” when I would be asked to take the next steps to move out and share my message with the world.
Last year as my eldest 2 sons continued to impress me, not only with the success in their careers, (both finishing top of their class, going on to become engineers working in the computer/ technology world) but as strong confident men who gave back to the world around them. My youngest son, the one whose pre-kindergarten principal kicked him out of school and told me he “would be in an institution by the time he’s 15,” graduated from Navy bootcamp at the age of 23. Not just graduated though, but graduated top 3% out of over 1000 sailors. Proving not just to me, but most importantly to himself, what he is made of. (Having already had to jump through 6 months of hoops to even qualify for the Navy.)
I knew my time was at hand. My sons were all in amazing places. God was preparing me for my next steps. A fall and winter spent with glorious opportunities coming my way.
Then CoVid hit. And, as the rest of the country/ world went into a state of fear, a state of unrest, and panic, I continued to flourish. Knowing God had purposefully had me go through MY hard times so I would be ready for now.
The destruction of our country to a new level beginning in my home state of Minnesota. Parts of the rioting and burning happening near the hospital I used to work at.
A best friend, in the thick of the riots the first week as the local fire marshal and emergency Red Cross responder. Other friends living or working in the parts of the city being burned. All of it just confirming, MY time is near.
I had left the life of consumerism and avarice, returning to an “unplugged” version of living. And, I have been awake and watching the last 20 years as our country has been dismantled from the inside.
I have been waiting for THIS DAY because I knew it was coming. I sit in the solitude of my Oasis,, unaffected on a daily basis by what is happening out there, wondering how this will all play out.
For one thing is certain, we’re NEVER going back to what we were. The other thing that is certain, Americans’ lives are going to get a whole lot worse before they start to get better.
I sit in my Mystical Forest preparing for what is to come. Preparing to be “called” up to do my part to defend my country.
Hard times are here. Fortunately, I have had the foresight to raise and prepare my family on all levels. We are the warriors. And, I for one am ready to defend. Ready to die for my country because … The Revolution Begins With Me.
Not just for me, but for ALL of us … Now is a time to manifest! Time to tap into the Power of Good! Do that which starts the fires of passion burning deep within!
Life right now is about RAISING THE VIBRATION!! Finding our spirits back! Bringing our souls back to life!! It is THE ONLY direction to be moving now!!
Words I read last weekend from fellow blogger. Thank you “penser studypoint” for sharing these inspiring words! I had to keep them moving!
“Take up one idea.
Make that idea your life;
dream of it; think of it; live on that idea.
Let the brain, the body, muscles, nerves, every part of your body be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone.
This is the way to success, and this is the way great spiritual giants are produced.”
— SWAMI VIVEKANAND
The Revolution Begins With Me