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.

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.

Jack Frick & Synchronicity

Last night we got stuck in the Phoenix Airport because our airplane to take us home had a mechanical. It was about 11 pm when we checked into our hotel, and a little less than 100 degrees outside, and inside our room.

This morning we made our way back to the airport, and my tiredness led me to the Starbucks that was installed next to our gate. My mom followed, wearing her brand new “Frick” shirt from the Frick winery in California. While waiting in line, the Frick shirt caught the eye of the man standing in front of me and told my mom that he had the same last name.

I couldn’t believe it, because what-are-the-chances, you say… Well we talked briefly on Frick-based history such as the possibility of our roots tying back to the same locations, aka, being related somehow. Then the barista placed my drink and his on the counter simultaneously and he asked, “Is this the hot chocolate?” She said yes, slid the drink towards him, and on the cup was written in marker:

JACK

I didn’t say much else because I didn’t really register it in a way that I could immediately jump into explaining the background of my Grandpa Jack and what the whole trip was about.

I told my dad about it, and as it seemed more and more unbelievable, we hunted him down at his departure gate. He and his wife were there and introduced themselves to my dad.

Sure enough, name was Jack Frick, named after his father, Jack Frick.

The conversation and connection was pretty amazing to me, so I asked them if I could take their photo for my blog.

Like Fricks, they kindly agreed.

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.

It only makes me feel Junger.

There is no doubt that Carl Jung’s theory of synchronicity is unprovable, and it makes a lot of left-brained psych experts throw a fit, you know, like boring people always do. But I can say that some of my experiences have been so significant (perhaps with a portion of its significance induced for self-indulgence), that there is very little room left for me to assume that they have all been pure coincidence.  Thank goodness synchronicities are not provable… that way we have a choice on what to believe or not. Isn’t that the magic of life after all? I choose the fun side of the magic; the superstition of synchronicity.

“The term synchronicity is coined by Jung to express a concept that belongs to him. It is about acausal connection of two or more psycho-physic phenomena. This concept was inspired to him by a patient’s case that was in situation of impasse in treatment. Her exaggerate rationalism (animus inflation) was holding her back from assimilating unconscious materials. One night, the patient dreamt a golden scarab – cetonia aurata. The next day, during the psychotherapy session, a real insect this time, hit against the Jung’s cabinet window. Jung caught it and discovered surprisingly that it was a golden scarab; a very rare presence for that climate.”

Anyway, yesterday I woke up from a dream about Jimi Hendrix living on my street. He was as old as he should have been today, a converted Jew, and wore a yamaka on top of his afro. Never mind the Jewish reference, for it exceeds the purpose of this story, but the dream was vivid enough for me to be in a state of Hendrixi for my entire day. Here’s an abbreviation of what happened after waking from the dream:

1. A dude at work flipped on radio, Jimi Hendrix.

2. 30 minutes later we drove by a residential street, Hendrix. I looked right at it in a moment of looking out the side window. Didn’t know it was there.

3. I posted a status update on Facebook about it. My friend Andrew replied, saying “Funny that you mentioned Jimi Hendrix, because I checked his site today and…”

4. Then today at work I was assigned to a completely different job site at another Hendrix street., completely different than the one from before.

5. I went to lunch and stopped at a new intersection, Hendrix and Andrew.

Another thing I find fascinating is, during synchronistic days like this, and when I start to spill what’s happening to other people, I almost always get a response that starts with, “Funny that you mention that, because today I blah blah bleh blehr blah….”

I’ve heard all of the arguments against synchronicity. If you want to argue against my experience, I’m sure it’s a really boring argument filled with logic and wanna-be intellect. We’re all just ants. Who cares if you know how to carry pebbles out of the hole better. I’ve decided to be the ant who looks up at outer space.

Damn, I’m significant.