11:11 Angels Message Board

Hi, I am new here, and first of all, sorry for my bad English, because this language is my second

My story with these numbers is far beyond amazing to other people, and to me it means... my whole life. I decided to share my experience with you, and to get some answers. So, my story:

When I finished my secondary shool, I became a student of Vilnius University Physics Faculty in Vilnius, Lithuania (that's where I live). That happened in 2007, and I was happy that I got the chance to study physics, as it was my some kind of hobby.
But that September, strange things started to happen. I got the impression that I was becoming very clever: I started to draw timelines, understood dimensions, connected with time and so on. It was interesting at first, but soon it went... unleashed.
On 7th of September, as I was travelling to University by bus, and it seemed that I... was travelling in time! I was so scared, that I got out of the bus near the University, by the forest, found a road sign, sat down by it, and started to cry... That was the biggest pain I felt in my life.

Then the police took me to their place, and called my mom... As she said earlier, the police called at exactly 11:11:11, and that she saw these numbers BEFORE my accident and AFTER it as well, almost everyday.I saw them too, but didn't pay any attention.

I had a mental illness, called sudden psychosis (or something like that). I spent three months in a hospital, and had to rejoin University in 2008. All these years I thought - how could this had happened to me?

As I cried by that sign, I wanted to travel back to the past, become a god, and to start all the things from the beginning - later on the priest told me that Lucifer wanted to do the same. And my name is Martynas, my name-day is at 11-11.

So I just wanted to know: am I evil and my angel St. Martin (Martynas) wanted to stop me by sending CLEAR message with numbers 11:11:11? Or has it some other rational explanation?

Dear Martynas,

Welcome.

You cannot be EVIL by accident. Evil is the name we give to people who desire consciously to hurt and harm others, through all manner of ways. Basically the opposite of loving everyone. So give that away.

As to what happened to you, I could not say, there are some possibilities and probably George will comment.

love,
Geoff.

Hi Martynas,

An interesting experience.

At best it was an enlightening experience, perhaps an Allergic Reaction, at worst Sudden Onset Schizophrenia, but I can hardly go with the latter, because you would still be in difficulties right now, and your English for someone from Lithuania is brilliant.

You might like to give me your date of birth.

Check out the history of Kierkegaarde. He had an enlightening experience and went off the rails for quite some time. I remember just a few hours of 'the utterly exotic.' Here is some of it as told to a patient of mine.

“As I walked out into the street on that day, I entered into a brand-new world. The sunshine had a depth I had never experienced before. Alive and vibrating! The pavement had acquired a life of its own and seemed to have found an additional dimension in which to exist, so full of life it was. Its dull gray color a delight to my eyes. The bitumen road had these qualities as well. Even a discarded soft drink container lying by the side of the road produced this vibrant feeling of life and purpose. And so this drab and uninteresting part of town provided me with a spectacle of the infinite beauty of the universe.”
“A tall, slim man with his hands in the pockets of his gray gabardine three-quarter length coat, a box clamped under his right arm, walked towards me. His spirit was crushed by his unhappiness and he hardly accepted the many favors his life had brought. How should I know this? All of this man’s life? All of his slow progress? Just before he passed me he briefly looked into my eyes and there was not a sign of recognition on his face when I knew him so well. As he passed me, for a moment, all that weighed heavily on his mind also weighed heavily on mine, for me to know how greatly his mind was troubled. I could not stop him to tell him all that mattered really didn’t matter, and all that seemed not to matter was all that did, for there were no words that I could speak that he would understand.”
“After thirty seconds or a little more, I looked back at this man, now waiting at the bus stop. Yes, it was time for him to go and work his metal-lathe again all day. He would have his white tea and biscuits and sandwiches for lunch and the red apple from the plastic box he carried under his arm. To work his lathe again all afternoon. Yes, it would then be time for him to go home to his wife and his two little girls. It was not yet time for him to know what I knew, not in this life, but he would also know. And so I walked on and I thought I would never need to eat again as everything I needed was around me in the air. I walked on further and I knew I would heal all manner of people from their ills by touching them on the forehead.”
“And so, I walked on further and noticed in the front yard of one of the houses an ovoid leafed, variegated bush. It was proud of itself to have grown just a little taller than its friend, the rusty fence. Inside the space of this bush another dimension co-existed. Outside the space of this bush yet another dimension of it co-existed also. The bush within was dull and only gray and brown. The bush itself was as on a bright sunny day, and the outer bush was the vibrant spirit of it, bright and filled with energy, pleased with my presence as it took of my energy as I touched it and returned of its own. The rust on this old cast iron fence that had worked so hard to well up from under this white paint had a life and vibrancy of its own, a shimmering spirit of its own and it felt good to the touch.”
“I looked at the house behind this fence. A large thick paint flake had in part peeled off the painted wall to the left and above the door. I looked at this paint flake of many coats of paint, and which had done its very best to spring loose from the cement rendered wall. I felt good about its being there and it felt good about my being there and about itself for it also had a shimmering, vibrant spirit of its own.”
“I walked for many kilometers and gazed at this vibrant new world I had been given and I stopped at the water’s edge. The grass where I sat and the water, each had a spirit of its own. I asked myself if I were a Spirit or a man and from my mind I learned that I am both. I asked myself what the future held for me and my mind gave me no answer. No answer at all. I asked myself what the future held for my Spirit and from my mind I learned that I should leave my business and family and alone go out and heal others and teach them what I know. Then, when I asked myself what should become of the man, I learned from my mind that I should have faith in the visions of my youth and be a manufacturer, a husband and a father.”
“And therein lies the agony... the agony of the Great Master’s Golden Flame. For I can neither go out and touch and heal the people for all of the time, nor be a producer of goods, a husband and father for all of the time. I am Spirit and man and therefore bound to this earth, its ethics, its customs, its rules. I cannot be in two places at the same time, and cannot do all of two tasks for all of the time. For many years, the force that compelled me to leave and the force that compelled me to stay tore away at my soul. Whatever I could do, it was never enough. So, I did my best at serving both masters, realizing that progress lies in the achievements of imperfect man in an evolutionary world.”
“You cannot be all you might be in one lifetime. Neither learn all that you might learn, nor do all that you might do. So you do what you can, yet the doubt remains. Then I thought, perhaps I had been drugged, but I know of no drug that does not wear off. Then I thought, perhaps I had become insane. This thought stayed with me for many years and caused me even greater anguish. There was nothing I could learn about my experience. No one in my industry, or in our associated industries, in whom I risked confiding, could understand the meaning of the Golden Flame. I think one of my psychology teachers knew but he would tell me nothing. He took great pains to insult me in the lecture theatre. Perhaps he was jealous. Some people spoke of the Light but none of them comprehended their soul being embraced by a Seraph and being shipped off to another sphere. None of these people had Spirit Guardians as their best friends -- Guys they regularly spoke with. Guardians with codes instead of names.”

Ok, so my birth date is 1988-05-08. And the history of Kierkegaarde is also an impressive one
I have to say that all these things might have been a hallutination, and at some point it was, but I can't explain the appearance of those numbers 11-11.
And I really didn't want to harm other people consciously, but maybe I was doing something wrong unnoticed?

Best Regards, Martynas

P.S. I was delighted when I found this message board, at least I'm not alone who sometimes runs into strange phenomena!

Hi Bakabanas,

You wrote:

later on the priest told me that Lucifer wanted to do the same.

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..... 5 888 That's your configuration (heavy on the emotional side compared to most).
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So yes, it looks like you 'lost it' for a time. No matter. It need not happen again, in my opinion, if you can include a little meditation on a regular basis, because it was a likely response to stress.

BTW. Lucifer was gone, dead, history about 4 years before you were born.

God bless....

Bakabanas wrote: but maybe I was doing something wrong unnoticed?

Dear Martynas,

That sounds like convoluted church logic.

The Universe is quite simply organised. Thoughts are real, desires and motives are completely transparent. You can't do something bad without actually knowing that you did something. Yes you might be told by a very confused religious teacher that something really bad, is actually good. But believe me, you will know deep down its bad. However as you do that bad thing, more and more, slowly you will lose the ability to hear that still quiet voice telling you its bad. Then you truly have a problem. But in your case, no way.

love,
Geoff

I see, thanks a lot for your help!
And you mentioned "Lucifer was gone, dead, history about 4 years before you were born." You mean 1984? What happened then?

Hello Martynas! Excellent English for a second language... But then, most Europeans speak and write English very well.

Good to have you here!

Love, Petra x

Bakabanas writes:

And you mentioned "Lucifer was gone, dead, history about 4 years before you were born." You mean 1984? What happened then?

The case of Lucifer versus Gabriel was finally adjudicated. We are now in the Correcting Time.

From the Sector, Lucifer and Satan are gone, and from this earth Caligastia and Daligastia are gone -- all 4 are as if they never were. Indeed, 1984, but some argue it was 1985. They don't argue about whether they are here or not. They're gone. Personally I don't care if it was 1984 or 1985.

All "the bad news going around" is fully our human problem.

Cheers...
George.

Bakabanas,

What you described, and what George described in his response, is pretty much what has been happening to me all of my life, and still happens now. I will keep searching to see if there are any further discussions of this. I just wish those guys talking to George would, and perhaps they have, explain why this is occurring with some folks. Why does its occurrence seem to wipe out all possibility of being able to meditate. I can't quiet my mind without them chimming in. Maybe I am missing something here. But, I have spent so much time in life listening and waiting and reaching and trying to find a why. Sometimes I think I am just an anchor of some sort. Yesterday, I got "whatever it is, it can't be bad if it is of God's plan now can it?" It is like they are trying to reveal something to me. The problem is, I never get the whole story. Okay, here is an example. One day, years ago, I was walking down the street on a Spring day. Then I heard "See this" or something to that effect and the light around everything changed. I could see sparkly stuff in the air the quality of the light changed is about the best way to describe it, the air became, it seemed, less dense. Okay, now why? What was the point of showing me that? Then, when I reflected upon it, this had occurred to a lesser degree many times when I was a kid walking home from school. Then, my attitude was like "Okay, you guys are back or are still here". Now, I think, well let's get this party started and tell me why there is this interference with my concept of the nature of reality. What do I do with it? Just tell folks about it?

Okay, folks, in an effort to cooperate, what we see with our eyes is actually comprised of much much more than what our brains trigger our eyes to see. Heaven is spread out all around us just like Jesus said. You know the movie "City of Angels"? Yep, well, it is a bit simplistic, but it works in giving an impression of some of it. Also, not all people that are here that you bump into or live with are just people. Maybe I shouldn't have let that one slip cause I sure don't really understand it. Just know that it is true and that our ability to understand it completely is not there yet. Okay, going to go bang my head against the wall for a while. See ya!