Yesterday morning after leaving my therapist’s office I noticed that the license plate in front of me ended in 227. The one to my right ended in 272. Then within just a couple of seconds Piano Sonata No. 27 by Ludwig van Beethoven began playing on the car radio on NPR.
Coincidence? I think not.
I took a nap and awoke at 2:27. That’s three sums of eleven intertwined with the number 27, but wait, there’s more. There’s always more, especially when I’m not looking.
Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827). He was 56 years old when he died (5+6=11).
“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.”
The Universe is reaching out, guiding me to finish writing my book Bipolar Coordinates: Navigating Vibrations and Undercurrents. This series of happenings captured as short stories chronicle my life of mayhem and madness.
Making sure I was still paying attention, the Universe knocked on my chamber door for a fourth and fifth instance of eleven. The clock read 2:56 (2 x 5+6=11). Time to get back in the saddle.
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