Minutes before 11:11 am, I realized the significant one-second moment was coming up; 11:11:11 a.m. on 11/11/11. I waited, watched, secretly relished it by myself. Then it was over. Immediately I noticed my loud open-mouthed breathing, cleared my throat, and languidly got out my clothes for work.
I spent some time today looking over digg.com and found a lot of articles about world events regarding 11/11/11, mostly relating to people’s superstition of the date (labeled as examples of apophenia and/or pareidolia). Today the Egyptian Pyramids were closed to the public because of the rumors that a bunch of hoo-ha new-agers were going to perform rituals with intentions of opening a portal that would allow in all the positive energy we’d need to accelerate the enlightenment of the entire human race. Unfortunately security guards kept all of them out, as well as the potential widespread nirvana because of it. Better luck next century.
The crazy stuff I read is that a high number of pregnant mothers around the world purposely scheduled C-sections today to cut their babies out early, all so the beloved date would be printed on their birth certificate, therefore enhancing their child’s numerology-based destiny. I also read that a bunch of people decided to schedule marriages today, some in extremely lavish golden cathedrals with 11 total bride/groom combos. The same thing also happened at Disneyworld (the possibility is assumed the each groom must be required to bang 11 times within 11 hours, or he be punished by twin mantis-gods of the skies who stand wrathfully together, skinny as 1′s).
Among the same news topic, a movie came out called 11-11-11 where some kind of portal to hell is opened up and dark forces wreak havoc on all humanity. I think today is also National Metal Day… and I’m pretty sure that you can get a car at a discount somewhere, all because it’s 11/11/11.
(A beer Kevin bought today, released only on 11/11/11)
There hasn’t really been a surge of synchronicities for me, just the usual… such as seeing hexagons everywhere, noting it, and discovering this bee (or wasp) hive while Josh and I bashed holes in walls and ceilings while remodeling a bathroom.
As this date passes, and/or any other Mayan-related dates, I wonder what’s going to happen to the people who actually make a living off of it.