I can’t say that I know what it all means, but in honor of the day, here’s how it happened for me:

I was feeling profoundly restless. I was looking for something I could sense vaguely but didn’t understand. Mostly I was casting around in the dark, but I was trying to follow the chain of synchronicity that was just then returning to my life after many years of absence.

On September 11, 2002, I was driving home from work when I happened to look down at my odometer – not something I do often – and saw that it was showing all ones across. I thought it was a coincidence that my car should hit such a milestone on the first anniversary of 9/11 and that I should happen to look down just then to see it. Then my mind moved onto thoughts of the previous year.

Barely two hours later, my sister was telling me about her recent vacation when she mentioned that the friend she had visited was “into portals and the eleven-eleven.” Huh?!

It felt like there had been a radio playing a half-tuned station in the next room for a long time – just white noise to me – and then, in a flash, it tuned in and I registered it consciously.

“Wait, what is this eleven-eleven?”

My sister said it had to do with “ascension” and “portals.”

“Portals to where?”

She didn’t know. The idea of portals was tantalizing to me even though it made no sense. Now I know that there is a range of interpretation on 11:11, but then my ignorance was total . . .

“But why is it ‘eleven-eleven’?” I asked.

My sister explained that her friend sees elevens everywhere — the number comes up synchronistically for her. I had goosebumps. I told her about how I caught my odometer showing all ones across on the way home from work that very day. I said it was four ones – 1111 – because at the time that’s what I thought, but actually it was five – 11111 (shows how little I pay attention to my car’s mileage).

The odometer turning to all ones on that particular date . . . me noticing . . . then my sister mentioning “eleven-eleven.” There was a convergence of coincidences that felt powerfully synchronous to me. And that was the beginning. Elevens started turning up everywhere. Bill totals, receipts, license plates or signs on cars and trucks cutting me off, email time stamps . . . Odd little things — and some big things — started occurring at 11:11 to draw my attention to the clock at that moment. Some nights I found myself jolting from a deep sleep to look at the clock at exactly 11:11 p.m. Elevens were speaking a secret language to me through the random details of my life.

I did some googling and became familiar with various things people say about the phenomenon. I used to be more interested in reading these theories and speculations, but I’ve lost track of that research. I guess eleven-eleven was indeed a portal and it has led me to other mysteries.

Some say that 11:11 is a wake up call that we coded ourselves with prior to this incarnation. Maybe that’s true. It certainly worked as a wake up call of sorts for me. Whatever the case, I felt the onset was an invitation to the grail quest. I accepted and have been traveling that path ever since. I see the elevens in my life now as little breadcrumbs along the way.

On 11/11/04, at 11:11 PST, Uranus stationed direct in the sign of my Ascendant, Sun and Moon, beginning a long series of transits that are now lighting up my chart like a pinball machine. On 11/11/06, unbeknownst to me, something happened a few hundred miles away that ended up bringing a major crisis into my life for the winter and early spring. When I learned that it all started on November 11th, I knew that however bad it felt at the moment, it would somehow be a transformative experience. It would be a portal to the next level. And it was.

And as many have observed — per the U.S. Naval Observatory — the Winter Solstice will occur at exactly 11:11 UT on December 21, 2012 — which of course is the date posited by people like John Major Jenkins as the culmination of the Mayan Long Count.

I don’t have the answers, but in my experience, the elevens mark the doorway. Approached in a mindful, heart-centered manner, they can lead toward positive transformation. Let’s go through.

Forrest Greene
January 26th, 2010 3:41 am

Hi, Cricket—

I’ve been reading Kaiser’s book on Mt Desert’s chakras, decided to see if he had a web site on the subject, & came across yours. My wife & I greatly enjoy the place &, like you, our favorite time to visit is September. I wouldn’t be surprised to find we’re among the people you mention recognizing from previous visits. I have also been wondering how to manage moving there.

Haven’t visited in some time—too long!

What spurred me to comment, however, is the 11:11 business. I’ve not had many encounters with the number, but have had one which was kind of funny.

I used to dislike wearing watches & for a long time didn’t own one. Consequently, I often called the local time & temperature number. The T&T number was listed as 456-1234. I’ve forgotten the first three digits, but the final four were listed as 1234. In fact, all you had to dial were the correct first three, followed by any set of four. I was using an old-fashioned rotary dial phone, & to save waiting while the dial rolled back, I would usually dial 456-1111.

This worked fine & reliably sent me to the recorded time line, except for once. That dialing resulted in some dead air, that sort of hollow sound of an open mike but no signal. Then I heard a very puzzled female voice say, “Eleven eleven …?”

Well, it was about two in the afternoon, & I hung up!

Nothing very mystical about it really; most likely a technician somewhere happened to be plugged into some circuit at the same time I dialed my abbreviated T&T number. But still, I smile to think of it when I hear about the 11:11 phenomenon.

Hope to see you sometime at the Blackwood Restaurant or that Italian restaurant up behind the town green, or even better, on a carriage road.

You have an interesting site, & I’ll be back to poke around now & then.

Peace, clarity, & best wishes,


January 26th, 2010 5:22 pm

Many thanks, Forrest! I like your Eleven Eleven story and am glad you posted it. I will look for you and your wife up on Mount Desert Island. :)

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