11/11/11 – 11:11 a.m.

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.

1111 Dairy Sightings

I’m hoping the synchronicities get a little cooler than this.

The Brain, Fractals, Mushrooms, Mycellium, 1111, & The Universe

I once had a dream that I was in this organic maze that was constantly changing shape, becoming more complex and overwhelming. There was a digital clock, illuminated and constantly in my view, counting down by the milli-second, representing time left that I was to get out of the maze. It stopped at 11:11:11, and a voice thunderously said that if I was to say “Awake (something something)” that I would be able to escape the maze. So I did, and then I began to float up and expand out to see that the maze looked a lot like this:

Shortly after coming out of the maze, I woke up in my bed.

Both photos are a micro-image of the mycellium structure of a mushroom.

I went to Will’s birthday party last night, and he had a book called “Cosmos” lying out in the open on the kitchen table. We talked about the images in there, real and computer-generated pictures of some of the billions of galaxies in our observable universe. I’ve seen this image before, but it always sparks something wild in me every time I look at it.

Will suggested the irony that the mycellium of a mushroom looks strangely similar to the interconnected web of galaxies in the universe. I’d never thought of that but have definitely considered that the image looked strangely similar to a membrane, or even neurons in the brain.

Lots of eastern thought and even advocates of psychedelics have nearly made it a cliché that the universe is contained within its parts, much like a fractal. It makes you wonder why so many people claim that they’ve had perceptions of one-ness or “awakening” after consuming psychedelic mushrooms.

Because of the parallel, I tried to find the rant Joe Rogan does in his stand-up about the possibility of the human experience looking like this: being within a galaxy of a universe inside the ball of a guy whos in a galaxy of a universe within the ball of a guy who’s in a universe…

…but instead, I found this.

Calea Zacatechichi – Dream Herb

I think my experience with 1111 has something to do with an answer to the question, what is reality? Here is something I wrote a couple of months ago, about something I experienced in 2008.

“Everything begins at the thought level. So, humans, for whatever reason, have developed a habitual thought stream that they allow to run wild. And I think we have the conscious choice to take hold of the reigns and steer that energy to a focused place. So, how to balance thinking with presence? I think at this point, it’s good to start by redirecting my thoughts so long as I am aware. And never let thoughts of what I don’t want to run their course, or “what if” scenarios. Like my calea dream, all background thought-noise is manipulating the form that makes up reality, even through time and space. That is something I could write about. I’ve thought about it. I’ve really thought about making an illustrative video of that, or writing a little bit about it. “Thought planes in the realm of time and space” or something. Ha ha. Think of what could be learned from that. The fact that the geometric planes were being manipulated through the space, also compared as time distance… these forms were already “set”, yet they were still being touched in the slightest by my inner conversation.  So, moving through space here was in fact exploring form in time, those further away from the center point (now) were manipulated at a lesser degree, yet still manipulated. I could explore the space with my consciousness. I was the observer of my thoughts and the forms. It was a lot moving into view, a lot of planes moved in and out of view that were highly manipulated by my thinking. A plane could bubble out into a deformed geometric shape or change completely by whatever I was thinking about. It was all moving, in and out of view. It was my consciousness in the present that could perform the highest degree of manipulation. The other forms continued with their initial “deforming”, to float in this time/space realm. And they continued to change to the degree at which they were placed in time. That’s how, I assume, the past could be manipulated with intention in that book I read, the intention experiment.  So whatever I think now, is going to change the shape of my past, or perceived past. That’s crazy to me. Yet, there is a drag on it, so there will be a sense of memory or “past” until our present completely washes clean whatever that memory was of past. It will slowly  pass, and then the construct of reality will be altered in a way where the more predominating thought impressed upon the forms throughout time/space will prevail.”

Whether a symbol, or something real, it can be acknowledged that all action and emotion are directly related to the core of what we are thinking, unconsciously, or consciously, and/or the energy we carry from moment to moment. Perception is altered by our thought, and therefore information that our brains receive will change as our energy and thinking changes. Thought is energy, matter is energy at a slower vibration than thought… It’s all energy. It will attract the like, like placing your attention on finding a number, or looking for synchronicities in general.

Looking For Synchronicities and 11:11

Today I looked at the clock at 11:11am, 11:11pm, and went to bed at 1:11am.

I didn’t really try, it just happened. Of course the subconscious picks up more than what our eyes directly focus on. So if a person decides “I’ma see red all kinds today,” your eyes will most likely dart towards every red object in every room you’re in.

Devil’s advocate is kinda lame though. It keeps everything stiff. I did have a couple of synchronistic experiences today. Julia texted me that a certain song was stuck in her head right as I was showing a video to somebody with the same song in it. And then Dustin told me at practice tonight that he wanted to have a “Kubric-con” movie marathon while days ago I was considering buying Stanley Kubric’s entire movie collection from Amazon soon.

Eyes wide open, doods!

11 days to 11/11/11 at 11:11 o’clock…

Earlier in the year…

11:11 is written about enough on here, but I figure all things will come to a head with me and my fun ol’ superstition that seems to be spreading to many other human beings!

I’ve had a lot of mini-synchronicities happening lately. For example, today moments after thinking about where my nalgene water bottle was, I saw a girl crossing the street in front of me with the same one in hand. Julia texted me at 11:11 to say that it was 11:11.

Not too significant you say?

I hope the next few days with all of my attention on 11:11 and looking for it, I will have some cool things to report.

After all, Bank of America seems to like this number a lot. Maybe 11/11/11 will be the day that the flimsy US banking system will collapse! Fun.

All superstitions aside, this is my life the past few months.

I created a mosaic video for my Grandma as a closer to a 30-minute 8mm film history video of her kids wishing her a happy 60th. She and Jack would have hit 60 years this month. (I will link the video after the family sees it)

I got a new job at an Audio Visual place. I mostly work at hotels, set up projector screens, PA systems, mics, and tape a lot of cable down so nobody trips.

I went to the ranch to zip line some more. Dusty and Ben were there, friends from 2005-2006. Here’s Josh in Dusty’s green man costume:

I was Brother James for Halloween. Julia, Sister Temple.

Money, 11:11, Earth Chakras, And Stuff.

Do you ever get so busy but you are clearly only spinning your wheels in one place?

I feel like I’m making so much use of my time lately. Unfortunately I’m making use of it in a million places.

You want to know a secret about me?

Of course, only if it relates to you, but if you’ve come this far to be on ibelieveinhumans.com, there’s got to be something to relate to me about.

I run in a circle from Art, The Human Condition, Metaphysical Ideas, Self-Analysis, and Money Money Money.

Money has ways of creating freedom for exploring the other four. Unfortunately when you have a brain that is wired to be interested in those first four things, it sort of runs out of room for the wirings of the Business-Mind.

I’ve had moderate success in my life with money. But I am by far in the worst position I’ve ever been in, financially.

So today I resorted to looking at the one last stock I’m invested in to see about, you know, cashing out.

11:11 taunts me. I planned on writing everything that I experience relating to that number. Some of it is super personal. Most of it is insanely synchronistic. Other times its just me seeking meaning within the banality of reality.

I tried to explain 11:11 to Tommy at some mini-party he had at his house. Then I realized that he was trying to be convinced of my theory through all of my wine-soaked slurring.

On 11:11 days (for example, July 11, 2009: numerology makes this July 11 2+0+0+9 = 11, 11:11), I wake up to a text message from somebody at 11:11 a.m. When I find that person later, he mentions that he also sees the clock at the most random moments reading “11:11″, while I’ve only listened and minimally ever hinted at looking at the clock at that time.

The entire day happens like clockwork, there’s a sense of being locked into something. Deep connections that I have with people can sort of come out on those days… meaning a sort of semi-psychic connection/experience. The very thought of a person can have them calling your phone. There’s a wave that if you let take you away, precognitions unfold. And most every conversation I have on those days are rooted in, “It’s so funny that you mentioned that, because I just heard the same thing from blah blah blah blah…”

I had a girl from Finland write me recently about experiencing the same thing, having found my blog talking about 11:11. Here’s another thing that’s interesting if you allow me to crack open a semi-hippy part of your brain (could be a good thing)…

There is a theory that the Earth, just like the human body in acupuncture, has meridian points, a.k.a., energy vortex points. Very significant things on these energy points happen on the planet, for example Glastonbury, England is known for its paranormal activity, ufo sightings, and unique crop circle phenomena. Another point is located on the sacred site of the Egyptian Pyramids. Others are highly geologically active, such as the volcanoes in Hawaii.

If you look at the photo, the chakra points are joined by “ley artery” lines which carry an energetic flow from one energy center to the next. Interestingly, there’s one that is in Northern California, passes through Sedona, AZ (A well-known “vortex point”), through New Mexico. The other ley line carries through eventually very close to Helsinki, Finland.

11:11 seems to always relate to a what-is-reality type question. When I first read this article about the Hadron Particle Collider (creates black holes, could destroy our very existence, etc. Read it, you might see how crazy this particle collider really is).  So, I sent it to three friends through email. I went back to it, and looked at the date it was written: November, 11 2009… 11/11.

I went back to the email… Sent Time, 11:11 p.m.

I’d be curious to find out how synchronicities relate to planetary location. Post a comment if this is not just hippy bollocks to you anymore, and say where you’re from.

Thanksgiving 2.

The picture was of my mileage when I pulled up and parked at work today.

My sister came in town today. It was Thanksgiving 2. I’ve had two early Thanksgivings already. Now I’m wondering what I’m going to do on real Thanksgiving.

11:11

I have a relationship with the number 11. Specifically the clock time, 11:11. If you have too, google 11:11. You aren’t the only one.

It’s a numerological thing. The biggest coincidences of my reality happen on dates relating to the number 11. I look at the clock at 11:11 at the most significant or random moments. My head can rotate 180 degrees, and I will look right at 11:11. It happens all the time.

November 11 was one of those days. It was only a couple of days ago. 11/11/2009.

My take on it is, if you become fascinated enough with a superstition, you can actually experience beyond-chance circumstances that relate to your belief.

But of course they can only really have true meaning for yourself. If you go and talk about it to other people, they will naturally refute it verbally or in their own heads that there is a logical explanation for it, and it’s nothing special. That’s duality for you. Good, bad; fake, real; true, false, etc.

But isn’t that the beauty of synchronicities? We have the choice whether to believe in the magic of it, or we can be a boring-ass square, and explain things away.

I wrote about one of my significant synchronicities if you want to read it here.

I’m keeping track of where the traffic to my site is coming from. I thought this was a synchronistic little stat:

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That means that 11:11% of people who found my site typed in “carl jung’s theory of synchronicity” into google.

Oh the stories I have to tell about 11:11.

And for the love of Pete, you must listen to Kid Cudi, if you’d be into reality-questioning hip-hop.

Bloom

Song and Words.

Another rough recording :0