Synchronicities, coincidences and miracles.

Synchronicities and coincidences are miracles, as spiritual forces are created on another level to coordinate with the Universe and ensure that predestined meetings, situations, and circumstances occur.

 

When I began seeing 11:11 in 2009, I went to see a professional psychologist to answer why I see 11:11 and other two, three, and four-digit numbers that start or end with the number 11. After my one-hour appointment at 11 o’clock, I needed a four-digit password to get out from under the barrier, preventing cars from illegal parking. When I asked the psychologist for this number, she telephoned security because the number was changed daily. She came off the telephone looking like she had seen a ghost. She told me I wasn’t imagining seeing 11:11 because the code to get out from under the barrier was 1111. She couldn’t explain what she had just witnessed and told me that whatever it was, it was trying to get my attention, which kick-started my spiritual journey.

 

Shortly after visiting the psychologist, I discovered that adding the numbers in my date of birth together and then reduced to a single digit resulted in a 29/11-life path.

 

I unexpectedly see numbers 11 and 11 minutes past the hour and other number sequences constantly throughout the day, advising me on the following action.

 

My only brother got married on the 11th of the month.

 

My name consists of 11 letters. I was born at house number 11. I went through a traumatic experience at the age of 11, and my dog died of liver failure at the age of 11.

 

I was assaulted in my home on 11/11/2011 at 11:10 pm (or was it 11:11 as seen on the police report) by an unwelcome intruder. And why was it exactly 11 months to the day from when I was attacked up until having my operation to help relieve sciatica on 11/10/2012?

 

All males in my life have their first initials as J, and all females begin with M.

 

When I was a little boy, I had an intuitive friend named John. My grandfathers are John and James. My father and brother are James. My closest friends are John and Joe, and the two neighbours living next door to me are John, Jack, and Margaret. My newfound friend across the road is Joesph.

 

I have lived at five different addresses for over thirty years and every person next door is named John and Jack. In my house today, the neighbours are John, Jack, and Margaret.

 

I lived next door to Mary (Mother) and John thirty years ago. I then moved in with Mandy, who lived next to John and Lisa. Ten years later, I moved out and away from Mandy and moved next door to Jack, and then, a few months later, another John and Lisa moved in on the other side. Then Jack next door died, and Jack and John moved in. I then sold my home three years later to escape the constant noise from Jack and John, only to discover that my neighbours at my new home were called Jack and John and Margaret. The new tenant who purchased my last home is John. It even got weirder when I noticed that my new postcode had the same initials as my name, meaning this new house was chosen for me.

 

I moved out of my last home on the 23rd of April and into my new home on the 23rd of September, precisely five months between the two dates. 2+3=5
5 in numerology relates to change: change of a job, a new home, or a new direction in life.

 

In 2010, I woke up late after sleeping in. I came downstairs and sat in the kitchen having a cigarette when I noticed a bird’s wing poking through the vent in the wall. It was one of those vents used in case of a gas leak, so I immediately ripped the vent cover off, and they were a wild bird of about 8” in height in perfect condition standing there looking at me. So I opened the patio door and let it fly away. After about five minutes, I wondered how the bird got inside the brick. It’s impossible from inside my home, and the outside has tiny holes preventing anything from getting inside. The vent walls are blocked by brick on all four sides, so how did the bird get inside the venthole if it was all blocked off? Above the vent was a rectangular window preventing anything from coming down through the insulated cavity walls.

 

The next day, I did a tarot reading and received the Ace of Cups, which indicated the beginning of a spiritual journey.