The universe is full of uncanny messages. They’re signs of the connection of all things.
You are not separate from anything but by your perception. The interconnection becomes clearer the more you pay attention to what’s going on around and within you. Seemingly impossible connections and synchronicities happen all the time.
When an occurrence takes place with extraordinary odds, like one in a billion, the soul is tickled into noticing and wondering if there isn’t something really interesting happening in this universe. And why wouldn’t it be so interwoven? The molecular building blocks of our bodies, just like everything else, were created in the Big Bang.
Astrophysicist Carl Sagan said, “We are made of star stuff.”
While I was in SoCal I kept seeing 917 pop up on the radar… on license plates, receipts, taxi car numbers… I knew 917 was a significant marker for me but I still hadn’t figured it out until the end of my recent trip. I first noticed it two years ago when I moved back to that area. 917 has continued to show up frequently since then. When something appears repetitively on my radar, I notice the patterns and pay more attention, letting the message unfold. Sometimes it’s evident immediately. Other times it takes a while. And maybe there are messages that never find answers.
One night when I was out with the extraordinary man, we parked around the block from the bar. Just before we arrived there, 917 appeared threefold at once. We walked between them. On one side of the sidewalk, two cars with 917 on their license plates were parallel parked in the street. On the other side of the sidewalk, there was a small parking lot. The car to our right in the first spot also had 917 on the license plate. All three vehicles were white. There was a beautiful woman and a young girl looking for something in their car on the right. The ignition and lights were on. The daughter and I made eye contact for a lingering moment. I wondered what the odds of three license plates with this number in the same place would be.
I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty sure that just one license plate would be 1/10 x 1/10 x 1/10 (since there are 10 numbers of possibility for each of the 3 places), which is 1/1000. Since there are 3 license plates, each with 1/1000 odds of 917, then 1/1000 x 1/1000 x 1/1000 = 1/1,000,000,000. That’s one in a billion.
One in a billion. The universe was reminding me to take note (as if I had missed that!). I had already understood in my heart. The extraordinary man walking by my side knows authentic, unconditional love. He is on a similar wavelength. I sensed that in him from the beginning. There is powerful, transformative energy in this connection for both of us.
The next day I was telling my brother about the 917 appearance when he and I were out and about for a couple hours. During that time we saw six license plates with 917 at different points of our walk and drive. After the fifth one he said, “and these are only the ones you notice… can you imagine the chain of events the universe must orchestrate so you see them?”
Sharing common experiences of reality is soothing to the heart. We all have unique experiences. Yet you can only truly share an experience with someone else who believes what you believe, who sees the world in a similar way. If not, you’re just having vastly different perceptions of reality. You don’t feel like you connect because your wavelengths are totally missing each other. The human heart thrives on love and connection with others.
I’m sure you have these kinds of stories from your life. Your own uncanny synchronicities that defy extraordinary odds, connecting you to people, places and events for reasons perhaps unknown to you. It’s almost spooky to think about the precise chain of events that led you to those particular points in space and time in order to have those exact experiences, isn’t it?
Joseph Campbell was onto something when he said, “Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.”
Paulo Coelho wrote something similar.
Where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all. Not delving. Not yearning. But that’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference. To change the world. To dream of hope. Never knowing for certain who we’ll meet along the way. Who, among the world of strangers, will hold our hand. Touch our hearts. And share the pain of trying.
We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death, and then it happens, the dream becomes real. And the answer to the quest, this need to solve life’s mysteries finally shows itself, like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle, for meaning, for purpose, but in the end we find it only in each other. Our shared experiences of the fantastic, and the mundane. The simple, human need to find the kindred, to connect, and to know in our hearts that we are not alone.