by David Brown
I had
just awakened from a deep place beyond dreams and glanced at the clock. Again, it was exactly 3:33am, the same number
that has popped up in my life for years, especially in the middle of the night.
I finally realized some years ago that this was more than a coincidence, as
this number kept showing up every other week or so in different ways, and
sometimes twice in a day.
Once, at a Starbucks, I ordered a skinny hazelnut latte and with a gold member card the discount caused the price to be exactly $3.33. My driver’s license had 333 as a part of the 10 digit number. I regretted that I could have used that number once on a lottery ticket with four numbers. The day I thought of it the drawing on the very next day had the first three numbers as 333.
Once, at a Starbucks, I ordered a skinny hazelnut latte and with a gold member card the discount caused the price to be exactly $3.33. My driver’s license had 333 as a part of the 10 digit number. I regretted that I could have used that number once on a lottery ticket with four numbers. The day I thought of it the drawing on the very next day had the first three numbers as 333.
It was most
pronounced in the middle of the night, when I wake up without any external
noise and glance at the clock only to see the red digital numbers of 3:33am
right there staring at me.
Once, I was telling a friend about this at their house, and at the end of the story which included numerous examples I glanced at the large antique maritime clock on the wall, and the time was exactly 3:33pm. My friends were surprised at the coincidence and could not help but believe my story.
Once, I was telling a friend about this at their house, and at the end of the story which included numerous examples I glanced at the large antique maritime clock on the wall, and the time was exactly 3:33pm. My friends were surprised at the coincidence and could not help but believe my story.
License
plates on cars that I just happen to be behind sometimes have 333. One BMW had
two sets: 333333. It is an ongoing phenomena that just keeps me guessing as to
when I might see it again. Gas prices, text messages sent at exactly that time,.
seating capacity at P.F. Changs in Eugene, Or. - 333.
There's
something about it that is mystical, with synchronicity, and maybe a bit of
quantum physics. I don't know why, but is it easier to live in the question
than to try to figure it out rationally? Yes.
note: the word count for this blog : 333