7

This stupid number has followed me everywhere I go, for as long as I can remember. It’s not my favorite number… Thats 2, but this bastard seems to find me no matter what. So I’m dedicating a freakin page to the weirdness that is the number 7.

Most recently, on January 2. I’ve been stressed about my decision to stay in Ontario longer, to put my physical health before my heart. I had meditated and asked for a sign I had made the right choice. I went out w my worker to get some groceries, and I’ve only gone out w her a couple times so I don’t know her car. Coming out of the store, I got turned around in the parking lot, and walked up to put my stuff in, and the car I had to pass to get into hers had a playing card on the ground. The seven of clubs. Boom confirmation. I wouldn’t have seen it if I hadn’t got turned around.

Seven is my life path number. You get this by adding up the numbers in you’re birth date. 1+2+2+1+9+8+2=25 2+5=7

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