11

In all the tumult of the last two months, I haven't had a whole lot of social contact with people and I haven't really missed it much, either: each time I change cities, I take another step deeper into introversion, I become a little less interested in mingling with strangers, and, so far at least, I'm okay with that.

But I wonder if it's not having some unexpected side effects, for example—a growing interest in my horoscope. Today, September 11, an auspicious day, offers me up this wisdom:

Keep being fickle and you could end up in quite a pickle... You try to please everyone and end up pleasing no one (including yourself) by avoiding a decision that's been dogging your heels for ages. Give up trying to make everybody happy. What would make you happy? Now follow through on that decision.

I'm not really one to let a snippet of (rhyming) astrology dictate my life, but, all other things being equal, ... why not? There have been a couple decisions I've been sitting on, and today is as good a day as any to take action.

And just like that, I'm a puppet of Fate.

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Two months ago, I started seeing 11:11 on the clock. I'm not really much of a clock-watcher, I'm not terribly superstitious, I know almost nothing about numerology. All I know for sure is that each night for the last two months, no matter where I've been, with only three exceptions, I happen to be looking at a clock and it happens to read "11:11." At first it was just an odd coincidence, but before long, it started to seem more ominous—like it must mean something, but the meaning was inscrutable.

It's silly, paranoid, to be afraid of a clock, but last night, while I was on the phone, my eye fell on the clockface at exactly that magic moment, and I stopped what I was saying in mid-sentence. I had no idea what I'd been saying. I was shaking. Tonight I'll probably put the clock in a box or a bag, or maybe I'll put myself in one, till I'm sure it's midnight at least.

And just like that, I'm a puppet of Fate.

I mention all this to a New Agey friend and it turns out she does know numerology, enough to mention, offhandedly, "Your name, Christopher, in numerology, is eleven." I go on to learn:

With the number 11 the issue is always one of subtlety, intuition, sensitivity, awareness, and the presence of knowledge that is not being applied. You need to trust your intuition. Your gut feelings tend to be more reliable than your "rational" understanding. You are making the wrong decisions based on what you think you know, while deep down your intuitive understanding is telling you to go a different direction... In short, you have to take a close look at your life and read between the lines. Your inner self is attempting to communicate with you and you are not listening. Open up and acknowledge what you know.

I also discover there are whole Internet communities, whole bulletin boards, whole books, dedicated to people who see the clock at 11:11. "This has been widely reported for the last 5-10 years, and is now commonly referred to as the 11:11 Experience."

I started seeing 11:11 on clocks, receipts, bank clocks, EVERYWHERE about 7 years ago. Here is what I've learned since then. 11:11 is a wake-up call for lightworkers. Lightworkers are people who signed up for a "green beret" type of mission when they were on the spirit plane ( before being incarnated on Earth). What the mission is, in short, is to hold as much Light as possible, as strongly as possible, on this planet.

The "explanations" get elaborate and arcane, treading paths through the Book of Revelations ("After the three and a half days, the breath of life from God entered into them, and they stood on their feet"), the Freemasons, and even, somewhat a propos, the World Trade Center attack.

But what does it mean? Is my clock speaking to me from the spirit realm? Have I somehow lost my way? I have no idea. Except that I suppose, like everyone else, I'm a puppet of Fate: "Keep being fickle and you could end up in quite a pickle." "9/11 = 9+1+1 = 11." "Hold as much Light as possible, as strongly as possible, on this planet."

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