Anna and I had a firey relationship.
We started a performance troupe called "The Phoenix Projekt" with some friends and starting booking shows left and right. Good times, learned a lot through the process.
About that time, I decided to join some friends on a trip to Europe. Right before I left, a neighbor asked me to help jump start his car. While we were down in the parking lot, I noticed the engine emblem on his Chevy. For some reason, it demanded my attention.
I knew part of it was because "3" was my jersey number in high school.
I was obsessed with that number. I even added it to my signature. On everything.
It was way, way too much of my identity... Brian (B-3) Pelto and I even had a hand sign. Keep in mind this hand sign, has nothing to do with hip hop or the West Coast, as it's impossible to properly represent while sporting a mullet and stone washed jeans in 1990.
And 27 was my jersey number in college. 27 has always been a lucky number, because 8/27 is my birthday.
For some unknown reason, I then heard myself tell me to pay attention to the number 27 during my trip to Europe. Please keep in mind that I grew up a football playing redneck on a farm ten miles outside of a town of 8000. So having that hippie-dippie of a thought was a fairly strange moment for me. Then I glanced over at my friends daughter, who was sitting next to us. This is what she was wearing.
That’s what I mean by a meaningful coincidence. Me just thinking I’m supposed to pay attention to that number wasn’t that big of a deal, but having that thought about the number 27, then having a 27 show up immediately created a noticeably odd moment. It was enough to grab my attention.
Those numbers, 27 and 327 and my birthday, 8/27 are now officially designated as constants.
So while I'm in Europe, I wandered into a cafe randomly and accidentally blundered into the owners private living quarters.
The guy, a 70 year old black man with a Mohawk, turns to looks at me and immediately says “Oh good, you’re here. Have a seat, I’ll be right down”.
Like he’s been expecting me. Huh? OK... I went back down to the restaurant and took a seat. A few minutes later he comes down, sits across from me, looks me up and down and says,
“Your aura is red and gold and your number is 27”.
Huh?
You know about the 27, now let me show you the team colors of the fire troupe Anna and I had formed.
Weird. Anna and I had bonded over those colors, but the thing that dropped my jaw was that I had just told myself to pay attention to the number 27 on my trip. Now here’s this random dude telling me it’s my number?
That's pretty strange. What are the odds of that happening? And it wasn’t like he was some scam artist who approached me, I had wandered into his place on my own volition.
That's synchronicity.
He did a lot of things like that. He just kept blowing my mind with how much he knew about me. I can’t prove any of it from here, so I won’t go into it any more than that.
NEXTLEVEL
We started a performance troupe called "The Phoenix Projekt" with some friends and starting booking shows left and right. Good times, learned a lot through the process.
About that time, I decided to join some friends on a trip to Europe. Right before I left, a neighbor asked me to help jump start his car. While we were down in the parking lot, I noticed the engine emblem on his Chevy. For some reason, it demanded my attention.
I knew part of it was because "3" was my jersey number in high school.
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And 27 was my jersey number in college. 27 has always been a lucky number, because 8/27 is my birthday.
For some unknown reason, I then heard myself tell me to pay attention to the number 27 during my trip to Europe. Please keep in mind that I grew up a football playing redneck on a farm ten miles outside of a town of 8000. So having that hippie-dippie of a thought was a fairly strange moment for me. Then I glanced over at my friends daughter, who was sitting next to us. This is what she was wearing.
That’s what I mean by a meaningful coincidence. Me just thinking I’m supposed to pay attention to that number wasn’t that big of a deal, but having that thought about the number 27, then having a 27 show up immediately created a noticeably odd moment. It was enough to grab my attention.
Those numbers, 27 and 327 and my birthday, 8/27 are now officially designated as constants.
So while I'm in Europe, I wandered into a cafe randomly and accidentally blundered into the owners private living quarters.
The guy, a 70 year old black man with a Mohawk, turns to looks at me and immediately says “Oh good, you’re here. Have a seat, I’ll be right down”.
Like he’s been expecting me. Huh? OK... I went back down to the restaurant and took a seat. A few minutes later he comes down, sits across from me, looks me up and down and says,
“Your aura is red and gold and your number is 27”.
Huh?
You know about the 27, now let me show you the team colors of the fire troupe Anna and I had formed.
Weird. Anna and I had bonded over those colors, but the thing that dropped my jaw was that I had just told myself to pay attention to the number 27 on my trip. Now here’s this random dude telling me it’s my number?
That's pretty strange. What are the odds of that happening? And it wasn’t like he was some scam artist who approached me, I had wandered into his place on my own volition.
That's synchronicity.
He did a lot of things like that. He just kept blowing my mind with how much he knew about me. I can’t prove any of it from here, so I won’t go into it any more than that.
NEXTLEVEL
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