Warning: This post is about spirituality. If that’s not the type of post you’re looking for…move along.
Luck….not so tangible. Although, wearing lucky unwashed underwear might provide a tangible problem…good luck with that. I don’t believe in luck, coincidence or superstition…I believe in timing, math and divine intervention. I love numbers absolutely and believe trial and error is key for seeking tangibility. I confess to oppositional tendencies; therefore, I thrive in theory, survey and research. This might explain my old MySpace page quote “Come up with your own thoughts, quotes and theories, otherwise, you’re only proving you can read.” That’s how I rolled. Go, go, go, learn more, challenge supporting evidence and be right….ever evolving the growing….ego.
My philosophical sphere comprehends the correlation between correctness and loneliness. Unfortunately, my lone wolf nature is easily lured into the dark cave of knowledge. For years, I’ve secretly fantasized of a one room wooden cabin in the backyard surrounded by trees where I can read, write, think and quietly avoid humans. Sounds sick, yet… it’s a matter of balancing the 24-hour shift of motherhood. Actually, a tree house might be better because my kids would love it and we could pull up the ladder and hide when humans would come over. I keed, I keed. Mostly. Besides, a tree-house is way cooler than the mustache, mullet & corvette mid-life-crisis package. Nonetheless, sans tree-house, I’ve spent the past few months paying close attention to the people and events that entered my life. My enlightenment isn’t newly discovered or a trade secret, I simply forgot what I needed due to the endless work of motherhood. Spiritual self-neglect intertwined with my-self-thief put life expectations in the red. Hmmm, I really want that tree-house.
Last fall, my Facebook Wonder Twin Powers update was no lie, I started a transformation. My friend Benjo asked me what was going on because my updates seemed so coded. So, I offered to buy him a Batman decoder ring. Honestly, I needed my own decoder ring, but in time, I became present, aware, in tune or whatever alphabetical combination label fits your belief. That’s when I noticed the number nine showing up in my life. It was either the number nine or numbers adding up to nine that were attached to significant dates and or people.
The number nine first surfaced when I had to get a new cell-phone number. There were four number nines in my number, not randomly dispersed but in an easy to remember pattern. So pretty. Number nine repeatedly appeared until it became the source of my eye rolling. I found it rather irritating because 11 had always been my favorite number and quite frankly…I was feeling like number nine was being a little controlling.
Within a three month timeframe, I received three phone numbers for 3 different people…all of which were one digit off from mine. No big deal, until later I saw the relation between these specific people and my future. Significant dates landed on the 9th day of the month or the dates added up to nine. It continued from there… your seat is nine, your number is nine, your time is at nine, there will be nine, there are nine left, I live in building 9 & my street address is all nines, the car cutting me off with license plate MR9 xxx, met so and so on 09-09, I found myself driving by nines…that weren’t on the way home and some elf told me there were nine rings for nine Mortal Kings made in Mordor. Trust me, there’s a lot more but I’m not going to share. This journey is way too personal. There are two reasons I sought out the meaning of number nine:
- It wasn’t just the number nine, it was when and with whom it was connected. Meaning, 99% of the time (sorry, couldn’t resist) the person it was associated with had a major impact on my life.
- The entire time I blew off number nine, I was in a state of transition, consciousness and growth.
Here are my research results:
- In the 72 Names of God Kabbalah book, the ninth meditation (Angelic Influence) is about transforming, dropping the ego and getting connected.
- This year in Judaism 5770 means “nine.“
- Google’s search results have more info on life path numerology than the meaning of nine…I was distracted and calculated my life path. It’s a number seven.
- More number nine meaning.
I would add more info but I’ve spent so much time reading about the number that it’s caused me to isolate. And…due to my ADD…I’m kind of ready to move on to the next thing.
I wasn’t searching specifically for the number nine, it found me, however, I was searching and that’s what it’s all about. Or at least until…you’re found.
UPDATE: Aug 15th , 2010… I promise with all of my heart I just noticed the publishing date and time of this post and it was not intentional…
Published on: Apr 14, 2010 @ 14:04
I wonder if “your” number will still be 9, in September? Will be interesting to watch. Fun, like Easter Eggs, or discovering God (Spirit) in music and songs you’ve heard a million times, but failed to “hear”. Much love to you, o’ joy of my life.
Hugs, Kisses and lots of love,
Wendy Sue
Beautiful, gross, weird, abstract, true…. pick your adjective… Nine is a number. It is what it is to you. There is a ‘formula’ to what you say. Be-it encoded or in play English, it doesn’t really matter. People will pull out of it what they do. Good luck, keep it up and more ’9s’ to you ML.
~Philly