Strange things, these breadcrumbs in the path. To me, eleven-eleven experiences are a fat yellow highlighter marking the corresponding thought/person/place/thing with the glow of synchronicity. They are little winks that can communicate an infinite variety of things – or nothing – depending on context. I don’t try to pin down meaning. I pay attention and let it flow. Where it marks a clear doorway, I go in.
If reality is a waking dream, eleven-elevens are the neon glow of lucidity poking through the dream fabric.
A quick bit of googling reveals that many of us experience this phenomenon. We are legion. Sometimes I wonder if we are like the Final Five on Battlestar Galactica, who were “switched on” with a common code upon entering a certain zone in the galaxy. For them it was a nebula. For us it could be the point we are reaching in the Earth’s 26,000-year precessional cycle – a point in which the cross of the solstices and equinoxes is lining up with the plane of the galaxy. These cyclic alignments in the Earth’s celestial dance were deemed so important by ancients the world over that they were marked with myth, monument, calendar and zodiac.
We are approaching a galactic dawn of sorts and 11:11 is the time blinking at us on our internal alarm clocks.
But of course 11:11 is much more than a display on a digital clock. Synchronous elevens manifest in myriad ways. They are sometimes clever. Sometimes sneaky. Sometimes they hit you over the head. If you follow them, they expand into a wide river of synchronicity. I told the story of how it started for me here.
Perfect 11:11 Day reading is Paul Levy’s “Catching the Bug of Synchronicity” on Reality Sandwich. He writes:
Just like Jung, we can help each other catch the “bug” of synchronicity. We can co-operatively cultivate a net-work of allies who creatively collaborate in bringing forth the precious jewel of synchronicity. The archetypal field becomes greatly potentiated for synchronicities when we get “in sync” with other people who are also waking up to the synchronistic universe.
And let it be so.