Over the past few weeks the coincidences in my life have been piling up. The future is uncertain, but I’ve put all the pieces together into a choice that would make a beautiful closing chapter of a book.
I’m in love with someone. The night I learned of 222 was my first night hanging out with her and since then so many sightings are around her, so many coincidences involve her. She is like the yin to my yang. But her heart is caught up with the past, so as close as I’ve ever been… I’ve never been with her. A major reason is that she left for Italy on Monday. She’ll be gone for months.
Because she got back together with her ex (then ended it again not too much later) I started dating around a few weeks ago. I met a girl. She ended up being the first person to be my 222nd friend on FB. This girl also had the same initials (AAG) as my friend, the one I love.
We met, we got along, we started hanging out. I plan a nice date, and in planning I have a day where I had two 222 moments, and a series of coincidences that made me really feel like I needed to go on this date! The restaurant we ate at was across the street from a 222 address. But she tore her dress a little too high when she slipped on the ice so she had to leave early. We decided to meet up again last Saturday.
Saturday was also my last time to say goodbye to my friend before she left. My last chance to tell her how much she meant to me.
So Friday, before I left a store, I unknowingly put a 222 in my wallet (on a receipt). I head down the street for coffee and I run into an old friend. She is with her boyfriend (who also shares the same name as the woman I love). I found the receipt in my wallet the next morning and thought that maybe some time soon she’s going to have something good to say to me, something helpful (she always does). What’s really interesting is she moved just down the street from me a few weeks ago.
That night I pondered my choice. My friend will not be back for several months. This other girl was nice, we got along. Was the coincidences with her name and 222 a push for me to pursue some kind of relationship? Or should I wait… should I devote my time to other interests than those of the heart? Something was going to happen. The signs were all there. But what?
Saturday rolls around. My time with my friend saying goodbye was great. She wrote me a beautiful letter, we walked in the winter sun, we shared soup. When she left I took my last opportunity to kiss her. I said everything I wanted to. It didn’t hurt to say goodbye because I knew that her time away would change her so much I’d probably love her ten times more when she got back.
I never heard from my date. Not until 1:11 a.m. when I received a text from her sent while drunk and probably not remembering she was avoiding me. I don’t know for sure. Other than one text apologizing for last night and saying she was drunk and it was ‘brutal’ I have yet to hear another word. Bummer.
Well, I had my answer. The next few days had my head in a spin. I wasn’t disappointed by being blown off. I was just sad that the woman I love was leaving. I needed to talk to someone.
Remembering that person I bumped into Friday I thought I should ask her to help me. But the thing is we used to be lovers, in fact we were at two different points. It ended the last time awkwardly and I was hesitant how she felt. While I was on her FB hesitating if I should ask her for advice or I was just being silly I noticed a fortune cookie on the floor.
“Rely on long time friends to give you advice with your present question.” There it was. It was like my life had some cheesy writer behind it.
Right after I sent her the message I also sought out the help of a psychic. I wanted someone to help me decipher the signs, help me understand what is going on in my life. I Googled all the local psychics and found one right in the center of downtown, the most convenient to get to. It was at suite 222.
I talked to my friend down the street last night. I told her the story I wrote here. She was straight to the point when she told me.
“Go to Italy.”
It was strange that option never struck me before. I have been planning on going to Hawaii to go WWOOFing for the last few months (another choice I found through 222). That thought clouded the other option. I wasn’t set on Hawaii, I had even been doubting if it was really what I wanted to do.
It all fits. I can WWOOF in Italy, chase after the girl I love, and do everything I’ve wanted to do. It gets better. The friend I talked to toured Europe (primarily Italy) last summer. She speaks Italian. She has contacts.
It all fits. It all fits so well.
What we argued about next cuts to the very core of this phenomena. For me it feels like fate. It feels like something is divining a path for me, pulling the fog out of the way so I can realize my full potential. I feel guided.
She said it is only me. I am actively finding every coincidence and making meaning of it. I am doing it to ultimately get what I want. There is no curtain puller except time and my imagination.
I don’t think there’s that much of a difference. I believe in God, but in the vaguest notion. I am that I am. Chi. The Universal Will to Be. I believe this energy wants what I want. Because this thing is everything, it is me.
But 222 is inherently nothing. Benford’s Law shows that 1s and 2s combined are about 47.5% more likely to occur in a natural set of numbers than any other (1 is 30%, 2 is 17.5%, 3 is 12.5% (approx), http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Rozklad_benforda.svg). Think about this and it makes sense, strangely. I can leave this phenomena alone and consider it nothing more than rubbish and get on with my life.
But fortunately for me, it came at a time when I was looking for guidance. I was ready to rely on the Tao and release my will to the raging river of change. I was ready to dive headfirst into mystery.
I’m going to see the psychic on Friday. Now I feel like there’s nothing she’ll tell me I don’t already know. But maybe I’ll have a little more conviction than I otherwise would.
I’ll close with a scripture that resonates my story.
“Ask and it will be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” (Mat 7:7)

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A few months ago I shared my story of the first time I came across 222. Part of the story involved a girl who invited me to her band’s show. Later that night someone told me to watch out for that number. Because I decided to go to that show I ran into the number at one of the band member’s fridge in a spiral of magnetic numbers.

Well yesterday she came back to the restaurant I work at. She sat with her boyfriend at table 22 (with two separate orders on my screen that makes 22 22). I had to go up and tell her how weird that night was and to watch out for this number. What was she doing when I went to tell her? Studying for BIO 222.

Since I first posted I have realized that I live across the street from 222 (my house is 221). I was born 6 days away from the 222 day of the year (2+2+2). It has become fun to watch for it. I see it several times a week, usually. A lot of times it doesn’t mean anything (like finding it on a cab). But when long chains of coincidences happen, when certain things find their way into your life and change it beyond measure… why wouldn’t anyone want to believe in anything but their most grandiose vision of what reality is?

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Tomorrow is my birthday and I am no longer 22.
It was a few weeks ago when some strangers told me to watch for this number everywhere. They were a couple of punks of good nature. I was out with some coworkers after a long day of working at a restaurant during a busy art fair. We went to smoke some weed in an alleyway when we met the three of them. Deciding to be generous we all shared and talked. On the way out I had to go back for my something and they took their shoes off and showed me their matching 222 tattoos.
After that I was on my way home via bike and on the way down a hill I had a feeling like it was important to slow down. Very important. Not dangerous, just important. I didn’t know why. When I got to the entrance to the park I like to ride down home I saw someone I knew get off the bus, a girl who invited me to her band’s show the next day. I was debating between Beer Fest or that all day, and that chance meeting made my mind up.
The next day I go to my friend’s house to go to the show together and on her fridge is 2222 in a spiral of magnetic letters.
The next time I saw it I was with one of the same coworkers at one of her friends’ house watching The Godfather on channel 222.
I am also seeing other numbers in 3, yesterday and this morning I saw 666 come up.

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