During that whole shi**storm I was STILL racking my brain trying to figure out how that perfect stranger in Holland knew my number and colors. When something that weird happens to you, it does very much become a splinter in your mind. You can't not think about it.
And the 27 weirdness was still happening constantly.
For example, one night I was writing a letter to my parents about how worried I was that something bad would happen before we ironed out our differences. We were totally disconnected.
If you love your family as much as I do, you know how important that is. As I’m writing, I got a call from my Dad alerting me that Mom was in the hospital with a heart attack.
I raced down to Irvine. When I got to the hospital, she was in room 627. There was giant 27 on the wall of the ICU for some reason.
The number was haunting me. Table numbers, receipts, license plates. Turning on the TV was always an adventure.
Why?
Why is the number 27 yelling at me?
The rest of that clip all makes sense, there’s the easily understood metaphors. But the 27 just yelling it’s name was just so random... Seeing how my birthday is 8/27, that clip was hyper-specific for me. That's the kind of thing that was happening non-stop.
During the course of my research, I also discovered via Google that a large amount of people are/were experiencing the same reoccurring number thig that I was. Mostly with the number 1111.
Do a Google search on "11:11". You will probably be surprised at how many pages there are of people talking about this phenomenon.
To my mind that meant that it wasn't just me quietly going crazy in my own way.
So I kept digging.
NEXTLEVEL
And the 27 weirdness was still happening constantly.
For example, one night I was writing a letter to my parents about how worried I was that something bad would happen before we ironed out our differences. We were totally disconnected.
If you love your family as much as I do, you know how important that is. As I’m writing, I got a call from my Dad alerting me that Mom was in the hospital with a heart attack.
I raced down to Irvine. When I got to the hospital, she was in room 627. There was giant 27 on the wall of the ICU for some reason.
The number was haunting me. Table numbers, receipts, license plates. Turning on the TV was always an adventure.
Why?
Why is the number 27 yelling at me?
The rest of that clip all makes sense, there’s the easily understood metaphors. But the 27 just yelling it’s name was just so random... Seeing how my birthday is 8/27, that clip was hyper-specific for me. That's the kind of thing that was happening non-stop.
During the course of my research, I also discovered via Google that a large amount of people are/were experiencing the same reoccurring number thig that I was. Mostly with the number 1111.
Do a Google search on "11:11". You will probably be surprised at how many pages there are of people talking about this phenomenon.
To my mind that meant that it wasn't just me quietly going crazy in my own way.
So I kept digging.
NEXTLEVEL
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