Here’s one for you.
For the past, oh, I don’t know – couple of months? – I’ve been increasingly startled to see a line of numbers lined up whenever I glance at the clock.
It’s 1:11. Or it’s 11:11. Or it’s 2:22. Or 5:55. Or 12:12.
This has happened so often that I have started avoiding digital clocks. I don’t know, it’s just getting kind of creepy. Certainly has gotten my attention.
Get this: the digital clock in my car doesn’t work 98% of the time. Oh, except for the other night I happened to glance at it on the way to the theatre. It worked fine for that rare moment: 5:55.
I’ve been meaning to do some asking around in the New Age community to see if anyone has any insights or theories about this phenomenon — it’s happening way too often to be dismissed as a coincidence — but I haven’t done so yet.
In the wee hours of this morning, my dog awoke from a sound sleep and hopped off the bed. He never, ever does this unless he’s really sick so I immediately got up to see if he was okay. The clock read 3:33. I followed Max out of the bedroom, now almost angry about whatever was going on between me and the Unseen (well, let’s say irritated). He walked to the top of the stairs, looked up at me for a head pat, and turned around without further ado to return to bed. He hopped up, curled up in his little bed, and went to sleep. He wasn’t sick, he wasn’t distressed, he wasn’t agitated by a strange noise: nothing. Just had to wake up Big Mommy Beagle at 3:33 AM for some unknown reason.
I welcome all theories, including scoffing dismissals, Dr. Who-inspired time/space wackadoodle, and occult musings. When the clock shows 6:66 you’ll find me seeking refuge a a monastery in some remote and beautiful location.