That’s right
people. Try to wrap your tongue around that bad boy. And try not to giggle like a thirteen year old at the innuendo in that last sentence. That’s the name of
the fear of the number 666. Revelation 13:18 says, “Here is
wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it
is the number of a man; and his number [is] Six hundred threescore [and] six.” It
is this biblical reference that links this number to the Anti-Christ, and an
assortment of superstitions and fears within the Christian faith have developed
and persisted even today.
I don’t
personally have this fear, as I am not a Christian, and have not been convinced
that the entire contents of the Bible are true, either in a historical or moral
sense. And since I am not burdened with this particular fear, when I have
happened to meet people who have it, I find it hilarious. I once had a coworker
who was telling a story in the office of a time that she was on vacation and
the hotel room they assigned her was number 666. She demanded to have it changed
because she was genuinely uncertain, despite the humorous way that she relayed
the incident, as to whether it mightn’t bring her bad luck, or be a bad omen. I
personally found this to be ridiculous. I don’t believe that any one number is
particularly good or bad in and of itself. I acknowledge that I may take note
of numerical coincidences and patterns that I see play out (this very post is
about the same subject), but I’m not moving hotel rooms or demanding that a
building rename the 13th floor for me.
So for whatever
reason, I one day got a bee in my bonnet to whip out my phone and take a
picture every time I was out and about and saw someone with a car license plate
that had the 666 in it. You know, for teh lulz. And I created a photo album on
my Facebook page where I add these photos as they come up. At first it was just
a dumb thing to do (OK, it still is), but now when I see one I get all excited.
I frantically try to get my phone out and get the camera function working in
time to capture the plate before the driver takes off. Sounds safe while on the
freeway, right? Right??
That Dodge Dakota is the Devil!!! |
Since I post these on Facebook, other people know about it and I encourage them to send me any plates if they come across them, but no one had sent me any yet. This morning my aunt calls me to fill me in on some family news, and she also mentions that she saw a 666 plate when she was out on her motorcycle and she wanted to send me a picture, but the driver turned before she could get a shot.
Then, later in
the day, another Facebook friend, a former coworker, posted a picture on my
wall of a 666 plate that he captured while he was driving. Nice! Two in one
day! I mean, I didn’t actually get a
picture from my aunt, but her mentioning it was enough. I commented on my
friend’s photo, telling him about my aunt and the plate she saw. He joked back
that “these things come in threes; be on the lookout for another one!” to which
I was able (I realized suddenly), to reply, “Trifecta complete!” because just last
night I had snagged a pic of one of these plates just after leaving the bank.
Now I don’t
impart any special meaning on incidents happening in threes especially. I just
liked this dual synchronicity where not only did I have two different people
think of me when they saw the plates on the same day, and I had just seen one
myself, AND one of the people brought up the three factor when in fact his
picture rounded out the three.
What does this
one mean for me? Well, I did learn last night about a death in my family,
albeit of a person whom I did not know extremely well. I can’t say that this
incident, or the musical coincidence from yesterday really pertained to the
passing of this person, but I think I would like to consult the Collective on
the board and ask, mainly for my own record-keeping purposes. If I can begin to
see patterns in this occurrences I am documenting, this may lead me to be able to interpret
these synchronicities more easily on the future.
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