Archive for July, 2017

carpal tunnel

Sunday, July 16th, 2017

1411- I had associated this image to Islam, somehow

Tuesday, July 11th, 2017

I don’t mean to claim a religion as truth, as I haven’t fully studied them, but the basic message of when Muhammad found that “God is One”, and that the only path was submission to God (or the best path. . . I’m not sure of the language right now), I agree with.

It was perhaps timing that I arranged this image as it is, that leads me to associate it with Muhammad. Or that led me to. It was also other ways of calculation around it, and related associations…

14 and 11 can be found from the individual lines that can make up the left and right parts in the image. [2 4 3] (14 individual lines), [1 6 7] (11). A way I had calculated before led me to find the number 159 (4×23 + 1×67…)- Which I have also found with Muhammad, as he died on the 159th day of the year, but I first found it with a female- Donna, whose written name can calculate to this in gematria. She was the first person I imagined to wear a veil, that I remember. She I later found was born on the day of an annular (ring) solar eclipse. She was born on a day that is also the birthday of the man who bought the lease to the World Trade Center shortly before it was attacked. He was at a dermatologist appointment that day, so survived (he was usually there). Skin, she was also a stripper. She relates to a lot more, including my father (?), mother, and in ways, many others (and more than I can know – I hope people don’t think I am trying to really nail it down or that if I am trying, that I think I’m able to succeed, I’m just trying to put it together in a way that isn’t bad).

Anyhow, she relates to the number 159. Muhammad I later found relates to the number 159. She relates to my friend (sharing two of her names with him, in form, and reversed)- An earliest most consistent best friend, in ways, who learned Arabic, and works in communications (and she bought a book our first night together called Transmission). She voiced concerns with Muslims/Islam, which she claimed came from spirit/spirits? This seemed to be the only tradition she voiced concern for, and it was before I had paid much of any attention to it, consciously.

I have been seeing the number 422 come up a lot. I associate it with someone with a name of someone who creates an outfit/suit- Taylor. It is a main road where she is from- Reading. The last picture I took before new tires was of a plate with the number 422, and the tires have this 422 on them…This goes much deeper, I need to take a break and maybe come back. I am also not saying it goes deeper with her, or that it doesn’t, or that that deeper is of any definition that needs to be applied to. We carry each other, in ways. Messages carry. Even if just on another wave? Neither personal nor impersonal…but admittedly the connection of such earthly power and celebrity and this is awkward. Anyway. I found that a date that some say Muhammad was born on was April 22 (4/22), 571. This is 1411 years before I was born. And if it was another date in or around 571, it still seems that we were born 1411 years apart.

In Washington D.C.- I remember I

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

hung a wreath at the tomb of the unknown soldier with Erica Pilgrim, and developed a crush on Christi Starr. I remember also hanging out with Chris King. Both were fairly new. Dusty Miller as well. I don’t remember much else from the trip other than listening to U2′s Pop, basically on repeat.

Erica now has the last name, Back…

Balls from Washington OHHHM

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

I bought these “balls” in Washington D.C., when I went there in the 8th Grade. I haven’t handled them in years. They were a little sticky the last time I touched them, so I haven’t messed with them, but they have moved with me over the years. I will probably “wash” them.

They have chime-y sounds. Little bells inside. A musician friend- I remember damaged them on the field trip by dropping them or some mechanical force of sorts on them. There is a crack on them, and they are not completely smooth balls.

After I handled the balls for the first time, at Whole Foods (in my car), driving away- At the intersection to turn onto the main road I saw this Tesla go by, and saw it’s license plate.

Also- The one who “broke the balls”, Michael, I remember him saying OHHHM for some reason. Every time I hear “ohhhm” I think of my connection to him (my oldest friend), and perhaps him. I think it’s him.

Chipotle

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

I went to Chipotle after Fresh Thyme (last post). I saw a red-head upon entry. My order number was 229. This was also the last number I posted about before I left to go out (‘Alone.’).

pepper

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

I went to Fresh Thyme. Pomegranate tea was blocking the unsweetened tea. There is an overflow – too many pomegranate Yerba Mate teas so someone who worked there put them in front of the unsweetened ones, making it look like they were out. I got a little bit heated as I recognized this, for a moment (I’ve been there twice trying to get this tea and someone “hid” them – The extra pomegranates should have been left in the box in the back), and this bag fell behind me when I said “so…fucking stupid”. This variety of chips was between two of “pepper”. Hen of The Woods- Red Wine Vinegar. I didn’t immediately see any other pepper-variety chips.

I wonder just how stupid (?) I am.

Alone.

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

After I was “alone”- Deactivating my account on Facebook, I gassed up, and for the money I gave them I saw this number- 229 register. This is a value of my written name- According to a gematria.

E-Last-Tic

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

This post can only be understood if previous posts are read. Better if them first.

In a film I was thinking about this- Before on the way I thought about “elastic spiderman”– “e las tic spy derm an… spiderman”- I don’t know, but I considered e to be like energy, or E, and “last tic” like last second. I don’t know. I realized when I thought about this again just now that i saw the PIKA2 car, first after on the road from the movie, and PIKA refers to the sound that an electrical spark makes. I also followed a Chevy Spark home much of the way from the grocery earlier, up to the last turn I think on a main road. The next song that came on from here, I don’t remember what had been on, but it was “Shock The Monkey” by Peter Gabriel, right about where I park.

elas tic
ela stic
eellaassttiicc

i also thought about 23, while my range showed 222 when exiting on exit 23, for 86th street. 222 is 2 3 times. I think I had considered before that 33 is “two threes”, but not 222 as two- three times. i had recently in a synchronicity group come across a post about a movie called 2:22, and related. i found that the exact time referred to was actually 14:22, or 862 minutes into the day. then i saw this number where i went next, first, in a certain way. I saw it in Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as well, as number on a drop-ship/container/containment pod in the jet they fly around. that is an aside, but perhaps it may go with elastic. I don’t know.

I don’t understand the world. One thing that I keep coming to is that love is the guide.

If 2… 222.. chu chu chu.. chu means “squeak”, in Japanese.

Ah. I had to pull over, on the way to the movie, to restart my car because I think I have a spark plug that is coming loose when I hit bumps, or it comes out of alignment- I am not sure, but I suspect it’s a spark plug issue. I also found an old coil or something to do with the plug assembly riding on top of the engine under the cover. I thought it was the culprit but it seems it was just left in there from a previous repair.

Earlier today I saw a man wearing a shirt with what looked like Pokemon

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

He was very tall. Older than me. “Got to catch them all?” I wondered. I am not very into or into at all many things. maybe i take myself too seriously. or life. but I do find I learn things when I am open, and there is more than I allow myself to see. perhaps in ways it is as if I am like .. perhaps there are husks. like. this world has so many things. so many choices. the husk in a way represents a choice. once a seed doesn’t have it, it is either being eaten, or it’s on it’s way to becoming something, where-ever it is. the husk would allow it to be carried. like a container. once it’s out, it’s in the care of the “handler”. And this is the last place, more or less. But it continues, but I’m not there yet. I can’t claim to see. Though I know there is more. I have seen more here.

(maybe it’s not a choice, but more like lock and key, cause and effect, dominoes, mechanistic– naturally there are conditions which must be met for seeds to germinate- and for their boundaries to dissolve)

Anyways, I saw Spiderman with my brother, and for the first time he brought his son (2nd-3rd grade?) with him with us. The timing of being with a child was also something to me. Coincidence in timing. Of sorts. I wouldn’t say ha-ha. i would honestly struggle to understand.

After it, pulling out onto the main road, I was first behind this car, seeing it in the movement out. PIKA2. Pikachu? The color matched, to some degree (it was more yellowish/gold than this image- which seems very bright orange using this display). It had a black stripe I think, with breaks around the doors. It ended up turning next to Copper Ridge (a place with a sign) on the way back. It’s color seemed to match (Copper). I noticed this place on the way.

Love

Sunday, July 9th, 2017

I said I was being hateful when I deactivated my Facebook account (when they asked me to explain, I said I was being a hateful person), and then I loaded up Netflix, and this show, ‘Love’ came up suggested.