are the 555 promptings and the melchizedeks anyway related?
i woke up from a dream last night that involved an 1111 prompt of sorts. and... it made me think about this thread! for the longest i thought i was a part of the same group 555 associated with melchizedeks but i'm not sure if they're in any way related. and this morning the thought was that i wasn't directly involved but perhaps have ancestral heritage shared with these entities. it may be where my "mother" comes from!
what sorts are associated with 11?
i've been here so long and am so naive when it comes to UB related information. the reason i ask is because, well here is the dream
i was running along a marsh hillside at night. my enemies were behind me. i found a patch of tree and shrubbery along the slope to hide in waiting. suddenly i was pulled down into a black room with nothing in sight except a talking brown hat, "you are to become an eleven."
today has been an extremely uplifting day and 3, 7's and 9's out the wazoo

even crazier... i have a very specific garfield prompt... someone in my city has inscribed with either a pen, knife or something a half-eyed open garfield against the touch screen at a gas station. not every pump has this art, nor every gas station. well today before going into yoga i've found a second one at a completely different gas station! i can share pictures if interested... but anyways... thank you to whoever left the silly but uplifting cartoon drawing!!
here's what i read on the number 11
Seek the guidance of your angels and trust that things will fall into place eventually. Believe in your own abilities and make that confidence work for you.
Invest in the future by working on your inspired ideas today. It doesn't need to be a huge project that can change the world, just big enough to keep you excited and motivated.
Just listen to your instincts and don't think about what other people will say. Do what makes you feel alive!
Learn to ground yourself and to be grateful for all the good things that you have in your life. Make stronger connections and build better foundations.
And...
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

That last one is directly in line with some of my recent experiences.
