Full Moon Enchanted Evening

One night a few weeks ago, Nicolle and I ordered Chinese food. Our two fortune cookies that night read:

"You will bring sunshine into someone's life."

and

"Next full moon will be an enchanting evening."

Well, Sunshine is my daughter's name. Tonight is the next full moon. That said, let me tell you the story of my evening.

Nicolle had a doctor's appointment today, and as usual we went via ParaTransit. The driver on the ride home was friendly, and after I got Nicolle situated here in the room he offered me a ride back up to Parkland to fill her prescriptions. This was a nice thing to do.. they're really not supposed to do that. But I accepted.

When I got to Parkland pharmacy I pulled a ticket to wait in line. The number was 326. At that point I looked at the time on my phone, so I would know how long I would have to wait. The time was 6:23.

I filled the prescriptions and left. Normally I take the train back home, so I walked to the train station. When I got there, the station was almost deserted, except for a black ladies wallet sitting by itself on a seat. I grabbed it and looked inside at the driver's license photo, hoping I would see the owner standing around somewhere and I could return the wallet to her. She was gone. So, I resolved to take the wallet and find the owner.

I took the train to Bachman Station, and arrived about 45 minutes early for the bus, which takes me back to the hotel. Being hot and having extra time, I decided to walk over to Racetrac for something to drink.

After grabbing a Sprite Zero at the fountain, I looked over and there was an unattended iPhone and car keys lying by itself. Once again, the owner was nowhere in sight. At this point I'm thinking, "Is this lose your crap day?"

I turned the phone and keys in to the cashier. He gave me the drink for free. Nice.

So, I walked back to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, a lady comes up and asks me what time it was. I looked at my phone. "9:11", I said. Damn. 911 again.

When I got home I looked through the wallet more thoroughly, to get her name and hopefully to find a number where I could reach her. I didn't find a number, but her name is Donna Marie. My sister, who I've just recently gotten back into contact with, is named Donna Marie.

In the wallet I found a card for what appears to be a group called Zion Trinity. There was also a printout of the winning lottery numbers, which I spoke about in the previous post. I'd never have seen those numbers if I hadn't decided to try to help the lady.

While I was poking through the wallet, Nicolle asked me what time it was. I looked at the computer. "11:11", I said. Sigh.

So anyway. That's the story of my enchanted evening. Numbers, numbers, numbers. The same ones over and over. 911 and 1111.

I realize this may all be not that exciting or enchanting to the average reader, but you folks have to understand something: Lately this type of stuff happens to me ALL the TIME. If it were a one time deal, I'd say, "Sure, it's a coincidence". But it's not. And it isn't.

Bruce Fenton calls it "synchronicity". I didn't realize there was a name for it. Also, apparently the 11:11 phenomenon is happening to a lot of people lately. It is interesting to note that the end of the current Mayan long count calendar happens on December 21st, 2012, at 11:11. This coincides with the exact timing of the 2012 winter solstice. The Mayans were able to calculate this more than 5000 years ago, down to the minute. You can read Bruce's article on both by clicking here.