Synchromysticism

" Synchromysticism:
The art of realizing meaningful coincidence in the seemingly mundane with mystical or esoteric significance."

- Jake Kotze

March 30, 2011

11:11

If there's one sequence of numbers that really plagues my life it's 11:11 . 
If I ever get some urge to look at a clock, day or night, they will usually be the numbers staring right back at me.
It really bugs me that these numbers seem to be trying to tell me something, but I just don't get it.
And this has been happening for at least the last 20 (maybe, even 23 [there's another number plaguing my life];- ) years of my life.
So, here's just one example, from the other day.
I work a lot of different shifts for my employer, 9.30am-5.30pm, 1.30pm-9.30pm, 9.00am-5.30pm (on weekends), and 11.30am-7.30pm...the last shift being the shift I was working, when this last 11:11 spook took place.
When I work the 11.30am-7.30pm shift I usually try to leave home around 11 o'clock, because on average it takes me about 15 to 20 mins to get there allowing for the inevitable couple of red lights along the way.
This particular day I was running a bit late (not unusual, but I always seem to clock in just in time, even if only by literal seconds) and when I hopped into my car the digital clock on the dash was showing 11:11 as I was leaving home...that's not the strange part, because that does happen quite a lot...now here comes the spooky bit.
There are only two routes I usually travel to work, one is on the main road (which has too many traffic lights, for my liking), and the other is the back-roads (past the old Gum Tree site, [see post below "Comes a Time"] ), which I usually travel to avoid the traffic lights and keep on the move.
Now, I knew the local council were doing road works in the back-roads, so if I didn't want to get held up by them, I would have to chance the lights, and hope it wouldn't make me late (my employer is a real time Nazi when it comes to swiping in late, and they keep a computer record of your swipes, so they can fire your @$$ later on down the track, if they start forming pretty patterns on your record...so there is a real incentive to swipe in on time, if I want to be able to keep paying off the vig on my mortgage to those bankster's, who lent me the money, which keeps me working in the day prison of my choice;- )
Anyway, I chose to risk the lights, over the roadworks and hoped for a fair run.
There are 10 sets *(see footnote) of lights to get through, going this way from my house, not to mention roundabouts.
This day was memorable for more than one reason, because this day I didn't get one single red light.
It was a nonstop ride through 10 sets* (see footnote) of green lights!?!
It was amazing to get through that maze without stopping;- )
But here is the cherry on the cake, it only took me 11 minutes to get to work that day.
It was one of the most relaxing drives I have ever had getting to work, and I had a rare 8 minutes to spare, before swiping in.
I went to put my steering lock on, and my eye caught the trip meter, which I only ever reset when filling up with petrol, so I can see what sort of distance I get out of my tank.
I was so amazed at what I saw that I had to take a photo of it, just so I could back up this amazing story.
My trip-meter after arriving at work after an all green light trip
I've only just realized this now, looking at the above photo.
If you add up all the white numbers on black dials you get (from top to bottom) 1+1+1+1+1+3+3+7+5 = 23, the other number that haunts my life.
That's just doubled the spook factor for me.
I thought it was amazing enough with just the 11:11 on the trip meter, but now that I've noticed this, I'm glad I snapped that shot, because that 23 would have passed me by, unnoticed.
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Type of vehicle driven by red light runner.
Not really related to this story, but related to this car.
Last week I was nearly wiped out by a #ickhead in a black Toyota Hi-Lux, who ran a red light, which had been green for me, for at least a good four seconds.
The only thing that saved me was that the driver in front of me, in a red Falcon, suddenly stopped as we were both about to enter the intersection (didn't I call him a few choice words as I nearly ran up his back?).
I think the Falcon driver probably might have just made it through if he didn't stop, but I would have been literally mince meat, as the black Hi-Lux grill would have ran right through my driver's side door, at about 70 km/h.
As we got around the corner, I drove up next to the Falcon driver, and I mouthed a big thank you to him, but he looked quite pale, and a bit shaken, and probably took my thank you as curse words, directed his way, by some idiot, that nearly ran up his back.
I just hope he didn't, but it's a bit hard trying to think straight, when you realize that you missed the death bus by a few split seconds.
It all sounds like an Egyptian fable when you think about it.
A Red Ford Falcon (Horus) saving a little silver Hyundai Lantra (whatever that word means) from a black Toyota Hi Lux (balck light-[Set] ).
I often joke to people when they ask me why I have a Grateful Dead sticker on my windshield, that it's in case I get killed in a road accident, and it will be my way of telling loved ones, this may look real bad, but I'm OK on the other side, trust me (I just hope it's never used for this purpose;-).
My Grateful Dead sticker on windshield of my car.
But that day it was good to be part of the 'Grateful Living';- )  
Although as close as it looked to being my last day on earth, I still believe when your numbers up, it's up.
So, a miss is as good as a mile (or kilometer), in my books.
But it still makes you appreciate the possibilities of your life, when something like this happens.
BTW, as I was taking the shot of this sticker, I just realized that the numbers on my number plate, which is just a standard issue plate adds up to 23?!
Part of my number-plate.
                                                            Life...it's one strange trip!!!
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*UPDATE : (April 7th, 2011) There were actually 11 sets of lights on this trip, now that I actually drove through, and physically counted them (I missed a set of pedestrian lights at a Catholic school, which I just about always get through).
Which makes things just that little bit more spooky.
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UPDATE : (April 8th, 2011) It's my dad's 81st birthday today, and coming home from work I decided to stop at an ATM and get some money out to put in the birthday card, that I was going to give him the next day when I saw him.
When I went to hop out of the car I noticed this (below):
Click on photo to make it larger.
The trip meter was reading 81, and the kilometers traveled meter below was reading 114377.
81 is how old he is today.
Plus, if you look closely, you'll see the last dial on the trip meter (the white dial) is stuck between the 2&3.
Read vertically, the white dial could be viewed as a 23 (my birth-date) and if you add up the bottom dial 1+1+4+3+7+7 =23.
I'm beginning to think that I'm trapped in a Jim Carrey movie;- )
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My car keys and key ring.
Update: 29th April 2011: 
 I have just finished reading Mary Soliel's book I Can See Clearly Now and this passage in  the book's first chapter really resonates with this post here for me.
It says,"On a deep level, we feel the need to break away from the patterns that have held us back.
We are becoming increasingly connected to our higher selves and are seeking spiritually conscious and authentic ways of being.
Ultimately, we are being driven to live from the inside out, rather than the outside in."
The key-chain, pictured above, I bought about 7 weeks ago, and attached it to my existing key-ring, which has my "Surfing the Tao"surfboard and Cronulla NRL membership badge already on it.
I initially bought it because I liked the silver die and pale blue horse shoe.
It reminds me that "life's a gamble" and you have to take some risks, with no guarantees of a payoff, if you want to be a winner.
The flip-side of course, is that you could end up a loser...but that's life...there's no gain, or loss, without risk...just a boring, safe life.
Which is fine if you like boring safe lives...but that's not for me.
My plan is to back myself, and be rewarded for backing a winner.
The other four symbols on the chain, the clover leaf, eight-ball, diamond and number 7, appealed to me on some subconscious level, but I didn't really know why, apart from the obvious symbolic luck tokens that they represent.
But as you might have noticed from the picture of my number plate (above), 8&7 are the only two numbers on the plate, and there is a diamond shape in the middle of the plate.
Also, I learned from reading in 
I Can See Clearly Now that my life number is 7 (you add up all the numbers in your birth-date to arrive at a single digit number).
 And Mary says "7 calls for endings leading to new beginnings".
Mary also says, "More and more people are catching 11:11 repeatedly on their clocks, and this phenomenon is known to reflect humanity's collective permission to change the course of the earth toward peace, instead of prophesied destruction.
Many believe it is a wake up call, a reminder that says we're on the track to earth's new reality.
Some simply regard it as good luck and make wishes when they notice it." 
The same night that I realized all this, I was listening to this pod-cast
with author Mary Soliel, being interviewed on a blogtalk radio show.
I still wondered about the shamrock, though, and oddly enough at the 50 min mark of this pod-cast, Mary says,"What are you thinking when you see a truck with a bunch of shamrocks on it? 
It's probably a good sign"

11 comments:

Rob and Trish MacGregor said...

Wow! What an impressive history with 11s - and that 23 at the end....hmmm
Trish

Brizdaz said...

I've never really taken much notice of my number plate before...if you had of asked me to tell you the numbers and letters,I couldn't have told you without looking.
Now I can see the value of keeping a dairy/blog like Chris Knowles and Mike Clelland keep telling readers of their blog to do.
Because you start to notice things you wouldn't normally notice,like for instance,
my numbers (878) on my number plate and the photo of the black cat calendar with the books/DVD
(Soul Survivor,Dharma Road,Infinity)
I purchased on March 27th,in the post below titled "The Twelfth Insight?".
In that post I remarked how uncanny it was when I arranged the blocks to the date of the day I bought it,and how the blocks 2 & 7 both had sideways 8's on top,seeming to refer to the infinity symbol on the DVD cover.But now I see that those blocks for that date I purchased all those items on contain the numbers of my number plate-878.
Spookier !!!

Brizdaz said...

Here's something else I found to be uncanny.I have just gone to change the date on the black cat calendar to today's date and found out I can't,because there is no number 3 on any of the 2 blocks.Which means I can't make the dates 3,13,23(my birth-date),30 or 31 appear with this wooden black cat calendar.Which may be great if you're superstitious and don't ever want to see 13 associated with a black cat,but as a far as a calendar goes,it's no good.The problem is that there should not be two eights,one of them should be a three instead of an eight.I could buy some red paint and try to modify it myself,but I think I'll just leave it on the date that I purchased it,if nothing else,it will make a good conversation piece,and it will help me to remember the number on my numberplate.
What a Wabi-sabi this was.-)

Brizdaz said...

Also at the bottom on the front cover of the DVD for "Infinity" is this quote;
"Powerful stories told against a dazzling array of beautifully filmed visuals." - 11:11 Magazine

T said...

Daz - may we use the 1111 post? We love the numbers and I think it's easier to write about then the other one! We just got the cover - off amazon, no less (the writer is the last to know!)for the 2nd synchro book in which you and sylvester appear.

T said...

PS we posted the cover and table of contents on the blog

Brizdaz said...

Trish,
Re:
"Daz - may we use the 1111 post?"

Sure,you're welcome.
And you're new book cover I found on the internet about 2 months ago,using Google image search.I even used it as an icon in one of my comments on your old blog.
I must say though,I love the cover,especially the little hummingbird...it reminds me of Sacred Kingfisher that hit my window.

T said...

The authors are always the last to know. That is the litany of publishing these days! I like the hummingbird guy, too.

Jeni said...

Hi Brizdaz~ Wild ride your on there :)! 11:11 is my special clock time too. I associated it with showing up after the passing of my sister and the last time I saw her was 11/11/07. In an intuitive phone reading from someone in Maryland that a new acquaintance at the time referred me to said that my sister messes with my clocks alot because she says i don't get enough sleep. Just days before the reading my clock had broken in my bedroom.
After discovering Mary Soliel a couple weeks ago, I saw 1111 on a license plate at 7-11(local convenient store) where I was turning in 3 scratch off lottery tickets I had won ($31). Then I went home to scratch $31 more of tickets and saw a plate that said 777. Awareness is so cool.
My favorite #'s are and have always been 7, 11, 21, 23, 27.....
I have reconstructed my life as of 7-1-04 by changing from the inside out.
Needless to say Mary's book has been amazingly in sync with my life - i connect soooo much! I have notes all over it!
Cool blogroll you got going on here :)

Brizdaz (Darren) said...

Hi Jeni,
I've been seeing 11:11 probably since the early nineties.I've read heaps about it,but I'm really no closer to finding what significance it plays in my life.In Australia the 11th of November is called Remembrance Day,and at 11:11am everybody is suppose to stop for a one minute silence,to remember the fallen,in all the wars that Australian servicemen have died in.
I also got engaged to my wife on the 11th Nov.1987 (so I wouldn't forget the aniversary)and we will have been married 23 years this year(November),if it lasts that long.-)
Yeah,I loved Mary's book,too.I had so many syncs while reading it,that I was going to do a post on it,but I probably would have to re-read the whole book,while writing it,and that would be a bit too time consuming,at the moment.

P.S.
I left a message on your blog,to read my post called "”But Dylan’s Not Dead” ”Oh...Isn’t He?”",when I saw you writing about your sister's funeral song.
If you follow all the links in that post,and listen to Gurrumul's song's that I linked to at YouTube,there may just be a sync for you in all that.

Brizdaz (Darren) said...

Jeni,
I just noticed the time that last comment of mine was posted May 7, 2011 7:11 PM.
I swear on my own grave,that I did not plan that to happen.Besides I doubt if I would be able to pull that off if I tried.
Spooky stuff!

Cheers / Daz