I just noticed that I’ve made 212 post to date on my blogs. That makes this the 213th. Why even mention it?
For a long time, this number has haunted me. I can’t explain it in any way I expect you to accept logically, but I’ve seen this arrangement of numbers time and time again over the past three years or so, albeit to a lessening degree of late it seems. I look at my score on Millipede, it ends in 213. Count the money I found in the couch, $2.13. I arrive at some address for some reason, it’s 213 such-and-such boulevard. Not always, but much more often than seems accountable by chance, and FAR more often than occurs with any other arrangement of numbers. I’m not alleging that it means anything, and I’m not alleging that it doesn’t mean anything, but it sure feels like it does. I look at the clock, and it’s 2:13, or 12:13, and it feels more like those numbers somehow saw me, somehow proactively grabbed the attention of my sight. In other words, when I say that I look at the clock and it’s 2:13, it’s not usually an arbitrary glance. It’s like I subconsciously identify the numbers prior to laying eyes upon them, if that makes sense.
I once asked somebody about it, another writer friend of mine named Jeri. Her response was something to the extent of 6 being a number represented by the need for decision, and that if you add 2+1+3 you get 6.
I’m just putting this out there in the event that anybody familiar with numerology or weird fixations on numerical arrangements might have some insight..