I thought of a person- Named Book earlier today. I hadn’t thought of him in some time/I haven’t heard from him in months. He called me as I was getting back to the pharmacy, just before my last turn, or perhaps as I made it, he ended his call (Crosspoint). I had heard something on the radio about the Dead Sea Scrolls- It was a show about it on NPR. I haven’t been listening to the radio much the past couple of days, as I’m trying to filter things. I turned this show on about as I was on my way back through Bloomington, from Paoli- Where I had first heard about it coming on. I turned the radio on just before I stopped to use the restroom- Where I often stop to go at a S.C.U.B.A. training place, and as I got back in the car from there, the people talking referenced water- Being drenched, in their underwear, and having been in the water or around it.

I deactivated my social media accounts today, for a number of reasons– Instagram I got tired of seeing images of females that turned me on (and it made it difficult for me to unfollow select ones), and Facebook – a man disrespected me by offering unsolicited advice. I had woken up to dogs barking like mad- Like I haven’t heard in recent memory, and as I opened up Facebook, I related these dogs barking with the “barking” of people lately on there, on certain issues, and also my own addiction or use of it to talk to communicate; I was mad that the dogs were chattering, and then felt a kind of reflection occur- Maybe I just don’t understand their language… This was when I opened my post after seeing the notification of comment, by this man. In ways, I considered the dogs barking a gift, considering how I felt about his “barking”, judging the way I process, assuming he understands, or is in a position to give advice to me on this.

The first place I went to on my route- Stop 1 of 3, this time being Nashville first, I noticed the first fruit that I noticed was a fig bar. I related this with the hidden/concealing (and deactivation of my accounts).

The man had challenged my use of numbers- Of gematria, in stories of ‘synchronicity’, and on the way to Nashville, numbers 347, in a position where I often reference with, seemingly, or pay attention to them there as they are isolated, aligned in timing/placement with a road/exit with a name of one I associate the number to, as it is the day of the year she was born on. The first time I saw a name of hers today, it was near I-74, as I crossed I-74 on the loop, I-465, it was coming the other direction, also crossing by. My aunt, who was born 7/4, was at the house today, picking up her car that my dad waxed, which has a license plate beginning with RX. The man- Who had angered me earlier, brought of the “process of individuation”. I kind of related this with, after coming offline- From social media, setting myself apart from it, and then this, as well. My aunt’s name is Bonnie, and at the second place I went to, called Bell, I had to wait an unusual amount of time for a nurse, named Bonnie, to sign in for the medications. She was on the phone. She also asked me if she could use my pen, and she kept it- I realized later. As I had pulled into there, there was a car in timing with my turn, oncoming, with a forward-facing plate reading KRIS 7. I related 7 as a T, or as what some may relate as a T, if they experiment with exchanging letters for numbers. The 7 was separate from the letters. At the third stop, Paoli, I had to ring the door-bell. I never have to do this (maybe one time that I may remember in the years I have done this route). It was locked, and I immediately related with how I had gone into a kind of lock-down/lock-out, of things, including music, and the social media.

I considered as I drove back from Paoli, about a place where I hit a raccoon, at 2:38 A.M. a night awhile back, where I was relating the number with a girl, named Genevieve- And how I later found this number to also be a gematria of (238) the name of the one mentioned earlier in this post (347th day of the year born, this number seen around the exit/road with her name- Taylor). The night I hit the raccoon there was something about “bandit” that came to mind, and I made a “visor” shape around my eyes, making a “slit” with my hands, as I drove, as I was again trying to filter, and only see what I needed to (task at hand). I was trying to filter information about her out- Not in offense to her, but I didn’t know what to do with it, especially where I was. Tonight, it didn’t happen with correlation with any numbers that I immediately recognized, or paid attention to, but a raccoon ran out into the road near my first serious ex-girlfriend’s home, as I drove home from work, and I hit it about there. I lost what seems to be the air-intake hose around there. She was the beginning of what I later associated with a word of “mask”- She was the first relationship of four serious ones- The ones I have had, and their initials I noticed after them spelled “mask”-backwards. I had just written the previous day about things (numbers…) being in “reverse”- some things, and on the way back through, earlier, I-74, where I saw Taylor’s last name -first (Swift) in the day, I noticed a Semi Truck was being towed, it being in reverse here facing me, and then just after, at 2:38 (corresponding with her written name’s gematria in some form, of 238) I passed Washington St.

Raccoon, mask- near the beginning, or at the beginning. I remember being there at her house, now, where I drove my dad’s Austin Healy and we drove around that day (the one time we did in this car), and a radiator hose sprung a leak there. This was the only time I remember such an occurrence.

I had driven by a place, 385W- 385 are numbers in this combination I first associated with her, as I saw it on a card by her, and tonight just before I hit the raccoon, here the time was 3:47. 347 may also correlate with other numbers, and things, related to the past (as she has/does), such as 227 (through time, 3:47 is 227 minutes), the gematria of the first names as I spoke them, but written, of these first relationships, and my mother’s birthday is 2/27, and first home was at an address of Vine St, 908 (2x2x227). 22/7 is an approximation of Pi…

The day also began with a number, 75, which can be a gematria of her name, where 347 aligned with her name.

I understand this may be hard to read. I may reformat. I may not. This is mostly for me, although I am trying to make it understandable.

*I forgot, also, that the entrance ramp to 465 was blocked this day, where I get back on after picking up for work.

4 Responses to “Book”

  1. admin says:

    Book called me today, and today is 9/29. 9:29 of the Quran may be related with from words: “Fight those who do not believe in Allah or in the Last Day and who do not consider unlawful what Allah and His Messenger have made unlawful and who do not adopt the religion of truth from those who were given the Scripture – [fight] until they give the jizyah willingly while they are humbled.”

  2. admin says:

    As a child, I used to think “Bonnie” sounded a lot like “Bunny”. I see more “bunnies” at Bell- The place where Bonnie, the nurse is, than any other place. I guess I was thinking about Hugh Hefner (Playboy, bunnies) dying, at 91- Earlier in the day that he died I found a number of 91 to be a gematria for a common name of ‘her’.

    I also consider, now, that I deleted Instagram specifically because of the sexual images. (It isn’t that I’m against sex)

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