Why do numbers have to mean so much...?  

BaronessK 52F
1646 posts
7/7/2006 11:30 pm

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11/13/2006 1:15 am

Why do numbers have to mean so much...?

Today is the 7th of July; John Mark and I would have been married for almost a decade this year, together for a decade. His birthday was July 1st; mine is July 14th. We were married, of course, on July 7th.

All the females in my general family were born in July; all the immediate family females were born on July 14th {without being twins, etcetera}. Everyone in my immediate family {male and female} has the 14th of some month.

Daddy had his heart attack on his birthday. John Mark got through his birthday, our anniversary, and my birthday...and then died on the same day {not month} as Daddy {and their funerals were the next day, and so forth}.

This is the same date that I came out of the Marines, and met JA {who had an impact on my life, so I guess that's why I remember the date as well}. Most of these dates coincide with certain holiday dates, too. {Not the reason I 'hate' holidays, but doesn't help; I think they are way too commercialized.}

This is the same date{s} {death and burial, etcetera} that I 'met' Jeff through this site originally. This is also my age when I had my son TEA {he wasn't quite 4 months old when Daddy died}.

There's lots of other dates that match and link and coincide and all that, but for now I just want to get this posted {and watch the time difference make it where it wasn't posted on the 7th, for a change! }.

I keep thinking...hmmmm...Georgia Powerball or something like that; whatcha think?

If I think of anything else about all this, I might come back in and edit this...or not! Later....

*Night, Gracie.... *


Addendum: BellSouth hates me, anyway; my new telephone number when I moved in here, back from Birmingham...it's the digits of "the Brats'" sperm donor's wedding anniversary with me AND his birthday numbers! *sheesh*


Post Script {P.S.} to Addendum: There was this poem, fully formed {I guess, since it refuses to let me 'mess' with it at all in any shape or form} that I was saying {yes, literally} as I woke up this morning {well, afternoon, but that's not the point}.

I can love you
I can hold you
I can comfort you
I can protect you
but I am not Him

In case someone isn't following my thought processes, I only capitalize that pronoun when I mean a higher power {God}. I have no concrete idea{s} about what it means. I've written poems in my sleep, literally, before. It is what it is; because of and in spite of. You do not have to see something to believe it -- you have to believe it to be able to see it.

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
7/8/2006 12:04 am

Do you think it's coincidence? I found the hairs on the back of my neck lifting up as I read this post. I am sorry for your loss, but I am happy to see you blogging.

I wonder if that day could be used as the leap year day... naw, bad idea.

Blog On!

BaronessK 52F

7/8/2006 3:22 am

Do I think which part{s} of it is coincidence? Maybe it's synchronicity or ...? I see dead people {I see stupid people, too, but that's because I live in Alabama! }, so nothing much phases me in this way. I just want those damn powerball numbers to come to me in one of those lucid dreams already! I dreamed the numbers to the Florida Fantasy 5 twice, two weeks in a row...now, if I had just played them...! Well, it was 'only' $25,000 or so, before taxes of course but they don't have state tax like Alabama at least...but that's a 'nice chunk of change' -- especially considering that was times TWO! Oh, and the time I dreamed of 4 numbers for the nightly game; thing is, at the time, they only had a game with 3 numbers. About the time of the drawing {after I'd talked about it to everyone all day} it dawned on me...I didn't dream 4 numbers, I dreamed {for example} 1 2 34 not 1 2 3 4; so that meant, numerology-wise, I should have taken the 34 and made it 7 or made it 1. Yes, the number came in, straight; 'lost' $750 {straight, and straight/box}!

Damn, I forgot to mention in the original post...Daddy and John Mark died of the same thing.... {I had a dream about John Mark about 6 months or so before he died; he was walking out of a door that we had blocked in real life, and he turned halfway back around to me as he got even to the outside of the other door and gave me a half-smile, sort of bittersweet, then as he turned away he vanished as if he'd been made of mist...or dreams.... I had that dream 3 times.}

Come on, Powerball!

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
7/8/2006 7:36 am

My grandmother had dreams and premenitions that came true as well.

Hey! Do ya wanna go to Vegas? Do some heavy dreaming and we will go and try our luck!

BaronessK 52F

7/8/2006 1:48 pm

I get this from Daddy's side...mother can't 'see' something...if it's right in front of her in everyday, 'real' life!

Oh, I didn't mention Tunica, did I? Machines have auras, ya know {I figure something to do with body heat left by previous players}. If I wasn't such a Scot and could let go of enough money for it to come in, big. I can't tell you of the times that I have played just a time or two and then gotten up {but watched the machine when someone else sat down} that it came in. There have been times that I haven't watched it {but I should have, just for 'data' about all this}; but I had seen it, sat down and played a couple of spins, and for example, for a couple of bucks hit $40 or so. Not a bad return.

I really should look in to 'doing' something with all this; I don't know what I what do with 'it' if it were more highly developed, though. I would like to go see John Edward, in fact; get another opinion, I guess...?

wildoats19622 54M
3483 posts
7/9/2006 1:26 am

My wedding anniversary is July 29. The anniversary of my enlistment was July 29. My sister and my uncle were both born on the fourth of July. The worst fight my wife and I ever had happened July 15. July is too hot to do anything other than reminisce.


Crosswords increase your vocabulary. Cross words increase your blood pressure.

BaronessK 52F

7/9/2006 4:02 am

Trouble with remembering stuff in July is that an awful lot of {awful} stuff happened in it, for me. Ah, well; this, too, shall pass -- I just wish 'stuff' would quit getting added to the 'list'! 'Nuff said about that, hun.

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