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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Ok it first started off with my mom telling me about 222..when she was young..and all that ..and tonight me my friend, brother and brothers friend were walking down the street smoking and standing there spitting and my friend starts to walk down the sidewalk and turns around to look at me and notices the spit was in a 2..after we looked into the sky and see a 2 formation in the sky.

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I was at my friend dannys house and his mom mentioned the number 222 to me. Ever since then i would see the number 222 everywhere. I play runescape and when ever i look at the experience needed it always says 222. I was just outside smoking a cigerate with my friend and it equalled to 2 cigs cause it was me with my friend. we looked into the sky and we saw the number 2 written in the stars. Tonight we saw 2 shooting stars. With all the spit tht we spat we looked at the reflection from the light and the spit wrote out 2. I really have no clue why it comes up! someone plz tell me!

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