Day Three Hundred Thirty Four

Lesson Du Jour

I don't know how many of you are aware of the 11:11 phenomenon - it's more like an effect actually - but some believe, if you see the numbers 11:11 on a regular basis, it is the universe trying to communicate with you. Some think it's their guardian angel or spirit guide.

Also, you're supposed to quiet your mind so perhaps the angel or guide can get their message across. Fat chance of that with me. My mind is so noisy I barely get the messages to myself across.

Now, you can't be staring at the clock waiting for 11:11. It doesn't count then. You have to be caught off guard. I will say it surprises me every time. Oh, and the numbers can appear to you in other forms like - well - anywhere you see numbers.

I'm not really into mysticism or the paranormal. I like to keep an open mind, but I can't say I go out of my way to seek Nirvana. I can't cross my eyes, looking for my third eye, without getting a bad case of vertigo. And, to be honest, what I see with two eyes is sometimes overwhelming. Throwing in another one seems like overkill.

And if I try to meditate, all I can think of is what I need to get from the grocery store, or how much that smudge on the window bugs me. But I admire people who have attained a certain level of awareness. They are my heroes.

To be honest, I see 11:11 so often, I think somebody's trying to tell me something! Perhaps I need to stop asking the universe to clue me in on the meaning of it all. I've been asking that since I was a little kid and, so far, I haven't gotten an answer. Maybe I have but I've been too noisy to hear it!

I can envision my poor guardian angel up there shaking her head and telling another angel, "What did I do to get this clown? She's a mess! She won't shut up long enough for me to tell her anything. Then when it happens, she's like, 'Gee, I didn't see that coming.' No shit, Sherlock." In my mind, angels swear, too.

I just diddly bop through life taking each moment as it comes. The animals have helped me with that. They live in the moment. Life is a series of events for them. Playing is done with intention. Eating, the same. And napping. It's amazing, but they all do whatever it is they're doing with purpose and intention. Even Copper.

My intention is to hit you in the
head with this thing.

I am sleeping. Please go away.

Rest time.

 

Copper, being a creature from a hot climate, needs to have warming lights on every day. They are on a timer, so the UVB and UVA lights come on at 7 a.m. and go off at 7 p.m. Well, just like clockwork, when those lights come on, she is up and at it. Then Bam!, when the lights go off, it is like somebody hit her off switch and she goes instantly to sleep. I find that incredible. She lives in the moment.

The cats do, too. If you really want to mess with a cat, trying getting it to play with you when it's their nap time. You become persona non grata. I threw everybody into a dither last night. Andy was snoring and, even though I was whapping him with a pillow, it only got louder. So, at about 3 a.m. I went out to the family room and turned on the TV.

One by one the cats came over to inspect me. As in, nose to nose, "What are you doing up at this hour?" inquiry. Some stayed away; others curled up with me on the recliner. It was funny, but I was thinking about Fancy when I felt a cold nose bump my foot. There he was asking me if I was okay.

I was still awake at 6 a.m. when Andy's alarm went off. Of course, they all decided it was time to eat. Technically, my day began at 3 a.m.

Oh! I've had an epiphany! My clever, and weary, angel finally decided how to get through to me! She's using animals as my teachers now! Clever angel! She can go get a beer now (I prefer earthiness in the divine) put her feet up and let the critters do the work for her. Whatever works....