It started with seeing 2:22 on my clock before leaving for the evening shift.  Then the odometer turned 107,222 when stopping at a light. Later in the evening, my coworker pointed out to me that 2/22/10 will be my weekend off from work. When wanting to email a friend my latest 222 encounters with photos, my iPhone literally died on me requiring Apple to talk me through rebooting it. This same evening I drove for 1.5 hours to help a friend move out of storage. We talked in his kitchen for a while before I noticed over his shoulder a series of 222′s on his refrigerator magnet. On this day 222 was symbolic for HELP in more ways than one in my travels, my iPhone, and in major stressors related to helping a friend move out of storage.

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Anyone seeking some collective, universal meaning in the number 222 may find that it is a mystery deeply personal.  222 is symbolic, but why did we become aware of this particular symbol?  It may be helpful to reflect on the events, thoughts & feelings in our life experience at the time we first became aware of the 222 mystery. More important than what 222 universally means is why we became sensitized to the number 222.  The answer to this question will be many and varied, but I believe 222 (like anything catching our awareness) facilitates our making sense out of the life events connected to this awareness.   My personal attachment or awareness to 222 is described in my post: born 11.22.26 (my mother’s BD).

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On the day following my mother’s cremation I awoke to view 2:22 digitally glowing green on a clock, but it wasn’t the only thing aglow. I thought nothing of this number except that when rolling over I saw a garage door light glowing green. I attempted to rationalize why this white light cover was glowing various intensities of green, almost like it was a blinking green light. My eyes were only inches away from the light, yet I assumed it was some sort of power indicator light. Later I learned that there was no indicator light and the single bulb inside this cover was white. While attempting to fall back asleep, a thought came to my mind that my mother’s warm ashes were all alone in the living room upstairs, resting in her favorite recliner. I thought then that I might light a memorial candle, but I couldn’t find any matches. Then, I remembered that I had her night light with a cover of an angel that she had by her bedside. I plugged this in an outlet next to her remains. I never again saw such lights, but the number 2:22 (the time when this green glowing light appeared) still haunts me. I don’t claim it to be my number, rather it is a number that clearly reminds me of her. Highway 222 was the road I traveled frequently to visit her. She was born November 22, 1926 (11.22.26) and again there appears a string of twos that follows the number 11. Exactly one year later from the day of her cremation, I sat in her favorite recliner that held her ashes for a night. I was working on my sister-in-law’s laptop computer. Again I witnessed something extraordinary. After cleaning up the cache, deleting the web browser history, removing deleted files, and setting up a new home page, I closed all the programs and clicked on the internet explorer icon to make sure things worked properly on the lap top, only to find a very peculiar “pop up” web page. It was my mother’s online obituary guestbook (Legacy). I closed it pretty quickly with my family sitting next to me, reset the home page to a different web site, closed the browser, and again clicked on the internet explorer icon. For a second time my mother’s online Legacy guestbook appeared. Before closing the browser this time, I decided to forward the web page to other family members with the explanation I’m giving here now. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t send, because mysteriously I was offline (a wireless disconnect). I checked the browser history and it was empty. I checked favorite places (bookmarks) and my mother’s guestbook wasn’t listed. And it was never the home page of any computer in the household, much less the laptop that I was cleaning up. There is no explanation readily available.  Perhaps electronics (digital clocks & computers) are merely a medium for Angels and those among them to communicate with us.  One thing is certain, these communications are about something bigger outside of ourselves, yet very near to us.

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