Yesterday all day the prompts were heavy. 333, 122, 444, 808 all morning on the way to work and many many times. While exercising in the park at lunch all I saw was 222 and 122 but many many multiple times in one hour. I was talking with them aloud a lot during this time but did not have the time to stop and relax and still my mind. The prompts continued very heavily all day at work again. Many 222's and 122's. The chief was definately about I kept thinking.
On the way to my car to leave at the end of the day to head to a meeting, as I got into my car there was one end of a scalpula (what many catholics wear) with the sacred heart of Jesus facing up on my car seat. This was odd to me because I know where it came from. I have always carried it tucked away in my wallet for many many years so obviously it had to have fallen out of my wallet and landed on my seat while I was driving, but the strange thing is, is that I don't know when it would have occurred prior to me not noticing it before because I don't recall having my wallet out???
So this was strange and as I was driving to my meeting listening to my local sports talk radio program, I happened to feel that slight electric pulse and jerk of the head that you sometimes feel in the split instance before a prompt, and looked down at my odometer to see 888.8. In the instant after I noticed these numbers, the sports talk host said the phrase "Uncle Charlie". I had never heard this phrase before and apparently it has something to do with the slang for some type of curve ball in baseball but that is not the point. It has deeper meaning to me as I will explain but have to point out that 888 or 8888 to me means to hang on because a big change is coming. I saw this daily and sometimes many many times a day in the weeks leading up to the death of my daughter. Any way back to the story. I instantly had to pull over and call my mother because this was unbelievable. Uncle Charlie was my grandmother's brother and was basically my grandfather since my real grandfather left my grandmother when my mom was 2 years old and Uncle Charlie was the father figure his whole life and never married. Uncle Charle just passed away on St. Patricks day (his favorite holiday by the way) at the age of 88. Uncle Charlie was a tough SOB, a Marine from the Korean War era and always had a scapula either on him or hanging from his bedpost.
So as I am telling this story to my mom and we are just laughing and happy to know that Uncle got a hold of us again I thought the prompts would stop. But then during our conversation we swithced gears to talk about the global financial system and the potential for a US bank holiday between the end of August and October and restructuring of US debt and the dollar, and mom threw out the date of 9/11/09 (sorry but I am a financial advisor for a living and you can imagine who my toughest customer is). Well the moment I hang up the phone with mom I notice on the phone that blinking up in the corner as the amount of time we talked was...you quessed it 9:11 and then I instantly felt that jerk again and looked left at a liscense plate and there it was again right next to me, 911.
Pretty amazing experience for me and of course all if this amazing series that began that day ended right at 4:44 when I finally stopped to look at the clock to see how late to my meeting I was.
Now I don't even want to try to begin to think, or suggest or speculate as to what all that meant or could mean and would never share my thoughts on it but I will say that it does make me want to own more gold. Ha!
Love you guys and God Bless!
44's and 55's have also be very frequent today... 
Kind of odd, but hey thirst does not wait on anything else. I put my bag and stuff down, walked to the cooler and looked around before deciding on a Snapple of some exotic variety.
And this morn awoke to a 6:11! 
(I have learned something new with this picture business, and I am wearing it out!) 
I'll keep them in my prayers. 
Wooooohoooooooo! 
