Wednesday, October 19, 2005
DEBBIE DREAMED SOME NUMBERS...
As you know, I believe in the significance of numbers. I have dreamed many of them throughout the course of this ordeal. And I know that they all hold some type of significance. I’m just not sure what kind. However, there is one set of numbers that has stuck with me indefinitely. On the night of 7/19/05, I dreamed of Clint. I dreamed that I was out walking and it was a sunny day. I looked at my cell phone to see that I had one missed call. I remember clearly that on the phone, it said 12:32. I listened to the voice message: “Hello, Debbie. It’s Clint. I was just down at Carter’s and he gave me the things that you left there for me. Listen, I think it’s about time that we met again and were introduced properly, my new best friend. Please call me. I really want to see you.”
I woke up with a jolt from this dream and I KNEW that there was significance to it. And I KNEW that there was significance to the number 12:32 or 12-3-2 or 1-2-3-2. I didn’t know what it was...if it was a combination or something, but that number has stuck with me over these past 3 months. This day, Venus is at 12°32” Sagittarius. The significance of that cannot be lost on me. Especially, since this is also a measure of time.
There is one other thing that is not lost on me about this day. There is one other number that I clearly remember dreaming and that is 272. I remember that I dreamt Clint would return around the time when the days were equal to 272. This would have been around the first week of August or so and also when I initially started visiting the garage. I thought that the timing was right then…and Clint would wander down there while I was having lunch with Carter one day. The 9 of cups card from the tarot deck kept coming up…and cups are equal to months…I thought there was some significance there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on…something about 9 months…and giving birth…
It is true that there is a law within the cycles of the universe that some ideas take 9 months from their conception to be fully realized. And so I thought it would be then…back in August…but August came and went…and so did September…
I had always believed that the 9 month waiting period would start from the day I met Clint on the street corner, but what if it really started from the day we finally tracked him down at the right garage?
There is something else not lost on me…9 months…272 days ago, we found Carter’s Auto and I first spoke with Carter on the phone and told him my story…and he told me that he was pretty sure he knew the man I was looking for…that was 9 months ago…though the details were blurry then and my messages were not relayed to Clint properly…Carter didn’t know then the full story and what a huge part of his life this was all about to become…that was 272 days ago…
And so we’ve been in contact with Carter for 9 months…that is the number of wish fulfillment and celebration…
Clint’s been missing from Carter’s garage for 7 months…and that is the number of patience…
The average woman carries a baby to full-term for 288 days…if today is the 272nd since the idea of us locating Clint through Carter was first conceived, there are 16 days left in this term…
And coincidentally, if you add 16 days to the 272 that have already passed, you will come to the one-year anniversary of the night I met Clint…ironic, huh?
But I dreamed 272 and 12:32 for some reason…and sometimes deliveries come early...
If I am correct about all of this…someone might want to get the champagne ready…
As you know, I believe in the significance of numbers. I have dreamed many of them throughout the course of this ordeal. And I know that they all hold some type of significance. I’m just not sure what kind. However, there is one set of numbers that has stuck with me indefinitely. On the night of 7/19/05, I dreamed of Clint. I dreamed that I was out walking and it was a sunny day. I looked at my cell phone to see that I had one missed call. I remember clearly that on the phone, it said 12:32. I listened to the voice message: “Hello, Debbie. It’s Clint. I was just down at Carter’s and he gave me the things that you left there for me. Listen, I think it’s about time that we met again and were introduced properly, my new best friend. Please call me. I really want to see you.”
I woke up with a jolt from this dream and I KNEW that there was significance to it. And I KNEW that there was significance to the number 12:32 or 12-3-2 or 1-2-3-2. I didn’t know what it was...if it was a combination or something, but that number has stuck with me over these past 3 months. This day, Venus is at 12°32” Sagittarius. The significance of that cannot be lost on me. Especially, since this is also a measure of time.
There is one other thing that is not lost on me about this day. There is one other number that I clearly remember dreaming and that is 272. I remember that I dreamt Clint would return around the time when the days were equal to 272. This would have been around the first week of August or so and also when I initially started visiting the garage. I thought that the timing was right then…and Clint would wander down there while I was having lunch with Carter one day. The 9 of cups card from the tarot deck kept coming up…and cups are equal to months…I thought there was some significance there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on…something about 9 months…and giving birth…
It is true that there is a law within the cycles of the universe that some ideas take 9 months from their conception to be fully realized. And so I thought it would be then…back in August…but August came and went…and so did September…
I had always believed that the 9 month waiting period would start from the day I met Clint on the street corner, but what if it really started from the day we finally tracked him down at the right garage?
There is something else not lost on me…9 months…272 days ago, we found Carter’s Auto and I first spoke with Carter on the phone and told him my story…and he told me that he was pretty sure he knew the man I was looking for…that was 9 months ago…though the details were blurry then and my messages were not relayed to Clint properly…Carter didn’t know then the full story and what a huge part of his life this was all about to become…that was 272 days ago…
And so we’ve been in contact with Carter for 9 months…that is the number of wish fulfillment and celebration…
Clint’s been missing from Carter’s garage for 7 months…and that is the number of patience…
The average woman carries a baby to full-term for 288 days…if today is the 272nd since the idea of us locating Clint through Carter was first conceived, there are 16 days left in this term…
And coincidentally, if you add 16 days to the 272 that have already passed, you will come to the one-year anniversary of the night I met Clint…ironic, huh?
But I dreamed 272 and 12:32 for some reason…and sometimes deliveries come early...
If I am correct about all of this…someone might want to get the champagne ready…
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