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edit May 4th, 2013: *Due to finding somewhat apparent discrepancy in the accuracy of information reported, and what is, I have deleted the previous (about 83). I apologize. It isn't connected how I said it was. May be something else, but not that. Twice I messed up now, around it.

83... What's it's relevance, to what?

edit May 4th, 2013: To me, for one, it's another, or is relevant to 23... But what was deleted was an attempt to derive an example from experience, just for the hell of it, to say it could be relevant enough. Not to say I could not, but the one I attempted didn't work. I could say it relates somehow... But... I don't know if I want to go there right now.

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I know... Why cherry-pick the Great Pyramid, right?

...Maybe just my ego. And/or, it's in some prominent consciousness.
I will have to think (more) about it.

I don't really think I need to explain, why I brought it up.


"203" may not be anything to you (besides the day in the year that you joined this site).

To me it is the number of days remaining in the year, at my birth, which I find 23 in, a lot, as well.

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On 12/21/2012, at 00:00, I was passing through a town called Shoals, IN, on the way to Jasper (or, on the way back). Shoals is a very small town. It is known for it's free-standing table-rock formation, which is called "Jug Rock". It's the only one East of the Mississippi. There's a gypsum mine and plant there, as well.

On 12/22/2012 at 00:00, again, I was passing back through there, to or from Jasper- I forget. I don't ever hit the same place at the same time, hardly. I was looking for something to be cool about 12/21/2012, I guess, considering that I had looked forward, even though I knew it was 99.9% or what, that "nothing" would happen out of the ordinary. I saw it as like the end of a year, in some sense. But I don't know. Anyways, this is where I found out about the Jug Rock, desperate for something cool, and found it cool enough. Though, simply being in the same place at 00:00 around the date twice, framing it in one town, was cool. A lot more might be cool.

I looked forward to that date, also, because one ex and I (name Marilyn) ended 2300 days from it. After my being one of those people, to look to it, this hit, especially considering what I considered, and still consider alignment, already around. She gave me a watch for Christmas, which stopped on 23 seconds, at some point or another, after we broke it off. I later found that after Donna, 203 weeks remained until 12/21/2012, which correlated with my already drawing/seeing/feeling parallels with my mother, with her. It stuck. And some time after this, I decided to calculate what 161 weeks before her was (why, in a second), which came out to around Christmas (23rd), 2005, when Marilyn- my ex, gave me that watch. At my birthday, 161 full days have passed, and again, 203 days remain, in the year. These times correlate with this, with Marilyn being a beginning of a year, or that time she gave me the watch, Donna being a new birth, and/or death, of sorts, with the resonance with my/a mother, and then parallel in time after, as in the end of a year, 12/21/2012, from her. Marilyn also has something with my mom, or what my mom has something to do with, she does... As do the others. Individually (more in some than others), and as a group. Donna's seemed to be one of the strongest.

I have associated Donna with a somewhat prophetic dream that I had, back in 2003-2004. The energy matched. The feeling. And what occurred mirrored what I can remember from the dream. The dream involved finding her, being afraid to fall, and knock her over, with me as I did, off an edge. I felt weak, and felt like I should feel strong. I left her, to regain my footing, with friends, and came back to her, but she wasn't there. She had gone with her mother, somewhere. I searched the room, which was very red, in color. This had been some social place, where I had seen her, but it is all blurry, and red. I did see one girl, with red hair, against the wall, in my search, among many others. I got to her, and as the blurry character came into focus, I realized it wasn't her.

Then, I was in another place. The best I can describe it, it wasn't local. It was in space. It was around some celestial objects/stars. Perhaps it was just the Earth and the Moon. I saw a blue ball, and a smaller ball, outside of a rectangular doorway, with no windows, or discernible barriers. This was the one window to the outside. A girl and I were playing, or it felt like we were children, playing, and I remember looking out the window, with her near, and being kind of afraid of falling out, and seeing this big blue object to the right and above, and smaller white object move out of view, somewhere below. The room I was in seemed square/a cube, of sorts, but it may have had some other architectural ways about it. The color was red-gold-orange, and some pearl like, or glass like features. Even the red-gold-orange-yellow seemed kind of like glass, in parts at least. Maybe that was just some of the tiles. The walls were mainly orange/red, the floor had more gold and white, with some warmth of red/orange. The ceiling I think was more yellow, but I forget. Tiles. Uneven. Different shapes and sizes, but all rectangular/square. And despite that they were different, they appeared ordered, and balanced beautifully.

I felt like I was in trouble, for a moment... Like I had done something wrong, in regard to the girl. And I was instructed to do something, and honestly, I felt suggested. I felt asleep. I have said that I felt kind of drugged. I just walked in a way, around the smallish room we were in (or "ship/vessel"), beginning sort of at this girl, who was against an orange/red dominant wall, with very small tiles (like fire, here), and moving the direction she was facing. She also seemed to be rendered into this half-sleep state, and was in some kind of trance. It felt sort of like a high, to me. She also seemed mad, at me, for whatever I had done. This, though, wasn't even the first one, that I met... Or at least the feeling wasn't there, and she didn't look like it. But I had been looking for her, the one that I have since felt might have been Donna. Anyways, so I was moving, and being directed, or just knew where to go/what to do. I moved in a pattern, a straight line around a room, as if I was being filed in to a position, like you file through the lines, guided by the rope barriers. Beyond where the girl looked, at the corner of the room, was another female, looking down, in some kind of prayer posture, or something or another. She was wearing all black, and had dark hair. Then on the next wall, to the right if I am looking out the one window (girl, red-hair, opposite the window), is a man. But I only see what looks like water color being painted through, and only in gray colors, and only parts of him are seen in any second, only enough to make out that it is a bi-pedal thing, really... swaths of this gray and black and hints of lighter gray/white dancing about. He seems like he is at a control station of sorts, or I don't know. Where he stands is slightly elevated from the rest of the room, by about half a foot, or so.

Where I find myself instructed to stand, is in front of this cube, of some green mineral/rock. I hear that "This may hurt a little", at some point before or after I felt like I was tripping, and enjoying it, but at some point, it did hurt, a lot. I went through a period where I experienced the layout, and the people, as a computer system... A very simple, easy to understand, primitive/ancient, but the top and the bottom, perhaps... It was more advanced than anything we had, like our smart phones are more advanced than our computers, and with reference to their size being so small, the seeming "well how does it work" factor of this was like that. It just seemed too simple, and clean, but it was like it was the most powerful computer ever built. And like the process was simply by it's arrangement. Like someone figured it all out. It was complex, and simple, and my words don't do it justice, at all.

Then I was back in my body, and then it began to hurt, in the form of falling through the floor of the vessel, and how some describe being around/pulled into a singularity. I felt my legs being stretched into spaghetti, as they say, and my body contorted, and my jaw as it went through... This is when I began to scream. Or tried to. "On the way", I saw a lot of stars, like the typical hyperspace image, but then I notice that they are symbols. Lots of symbols/characters. Then one comes into focus, near the end, and I understand it. It's "perfect", and I know it means love, but in a way that I can describe it... And I want to share it. After I finished screaming (loudest I have, ever) myself awake, I held onto the feeling, and the meaning, but it faded, how to say it/explain it. It was so simple. I had this girl on my mind. It wasn't like it was a dream. Even now, I remember the direction she felt, besides being up. And this wouldn't be untrue, at all, if it was actually her. I wanted to go back. I was also confused, probably. I just remember, she looked like her. She felt like her, that first night, and losing her, felt the same. And I keep coming to, I just need to tell her, this. Not that it means we need to be anything. That's unconditional love. Sure, I am human, and imperfect, but I do feel that, at the end.

Donna was into stones, and crystals, and spirits, and things "new age", and spiritual. The connection with 203, to the date of 12/21/2012, with her, and being in the location I was, on my way to Jasper... The cube was green. It may have resembled Jasper. One reason I haven't thought it was, was because most pictures I see are sort of dull- the Green varieties. In the dream, this cube went from dull in color, to very bright, in a flux back and fourth, before I saw it all as some computer/top-down schematic momentarily. Somehow, in the dream, it may have been this, Jasper. I don't know. I have been wondering, what it was. But it could make sense, if it was. But I've had other ideas, but the fact of this timing, and some other things, makes me think it might be, really, Jasper. Why is it important? I don't know. I know it was important to many ancients.

I guess I am processing. I've written it down a lot of times, but I just now tried the connection of the center stone being Jasper.
 
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What 23 said:
83... What's it's relevance, to what?
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my point exactly.

this rambling stream of consciousness really doesn't explain anything. it's set pretty low if the bar for two things being mysteriously and synchronously connected is that you just have to mention them once in the same sentence.

alasdair
 
You were baiting. You basically asked for it.

Please give me an example of what you think I am implying connections with, simply because they are in the same sentence.
 
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Tonight I was testing my idea, about 6, 8, 9, 0, and 23, running it by the filters. I experience a lot of insanity. Many "meanings" and things, are dismissed. This got a pass. A yellow car passed me, just immediately after, with these numbers on it's plate, in the order of 698. Letters BVB. Car model, Cobalt.


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I was working some time ago, in a place where I didn't want to be. I wanted a reason to quit. I had worked there for about a week. I had a dream one night, about a Bald Eagle... Releasing it from a captive environment- a bag someone kept it in. I freed it. As well, it scratched at me, attacking me. This is understandable given where it had been, and my placement.

That day, after waking and going to work, I was, let go, from this job that I was desperate to be away from. It had something to do with an apparent impending license suspension due to non-payment of a ticket for an equipment violation. Their information was out of date, as the ticket was paid.

As leaving, immediately see number 314TGO, and just saw "go", and to sound it out "to/ta-go", and "314". It reminds me of a/the circle(s)/Pi, even though it's only discernible real relation, is how it seems to look. But in the moment, with emotional charge, and it's immediacy from my movement away, it was there. Another way of telling myself it was ok "to go".

Getting home, I saw a hawk of some kind, just feet away on the ground in front of me, as I parked. It had just captured, and was killing some other bird.

Since I haven't ever seen a bird like that- wild, and in the city, so up close, it was interesting. Seeing this act of predation/violence just after being released resonated, and with memory of freeing the Bald Eagle in the dream, and it's attacking me, clawing at my face for a second, there was association.



continues...
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I had been talking with a guy on my way home from the job I was let go of, about building bikes. He called me just after leaving, and I connected this bike building, with the wheels and chains, and gears and sprockets, with the number 314, and Pi, and circles. Even if it's missing the dot, I still think of Pi.

I ended up building grills for a day- not bikes, and wasn't satisfied. I didn't like the "new" smell of the products, as I'm sensitive to fragrances. I decided to quit after the one day.



Next job I tried (Building aquariums, Perfecto Manufacturing) was confirmed on the day that I got a game, "Dark Souls", and I think I worked the following day. To find my way there, I of course prepared by seeing where it was, on a map. Just above it on this map, surrounded by miles of white "nothing", was a golf course, in green, named Purgatory Golf Club. The game, Dark Souls, takes place in another world- a purgatory some have called it, or hell, where everything, including you, is undead. The mission is redemption, to become human. I didn't begin playing the day I got it, but only after the first day of work.

The work, and the game, were both extremely punishing. I had been up trying that game out, the night before what was to be my second day, and woke up when I was supposed to at 4 in the morning- totally opposite my normal schedule. I got in my car, gave the place a call telling them it wasn't for me, went and got water for the day, I think, and proceeded to play the game for a few days straight, just about, with breaks to eat and move around. I say the game is punishing, because you die more than any other game than you have played... Or I did. Anyone who has played would identify. But once you go through it enough, it's easy. There's a system of combat that always wins. And it's so simple. But you spent 20 deaths getting 20 feet, sometimes. But it was also, as it's been reviewed, a very rewarding game to play... One of the most.



The agency got me another, job, this time at a place that means "Angel", which stuck out.
The guy I worked with as my sort of trainer, was a noticeably more genuinely "nice" than most, older gentleman, with somewhat long, very soft, silky-looking, very white hair, and beard. I was to drive, for them.
I didn't like when we were instructed to repeatedly dig through the same area, to find a light, outlet, or something else electrical, that we had apparently covered with mulch. And I didn't like that I was doing this kind of labor, again, as I thought I was mostly going to just drive. In hindsight, I should have known better, and probably did, but wanted to make some money for a day and try it out.



I got a call, while there at that site, for my current job as a medical courier, which I have been doing for over a year. It's the first job where I have been able to make a living. I take exit 203 off of I-69 to begin and end my main route.




*I feel I shouldn't omit names that I might not find so meaningful to mention right off- if I didn't, to avoid a total selection/confirmation bias for whatever reason... Not to disregard first emotional connections/what is noticed:

A Classic Party Rental, before the nsfw,
I don't remember the next,
Perfecto Manufacturing,
Engledow Group
Current company name.
 
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Benjamin Harrison - 23rd president of the United States (1889-1893)

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The first known recording of a U.S. president is of Harrison.

He is the last president to have a beard.


Benjamin Harrison is so far the only one to have had a grandfather serve... William Henry Harrison, the 9th president. William Harrison was the last president to serve before the signing of the United States Declaration of Independence.


Grover Cleveland comes both before, and after Harrison (23), which makes Cleveland the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms, and the only president to be counted twice.
 
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Went to see Iron Man 3.

Pepper, when arriving home at the beginning of the movie was driving a car named with a license plate "Stark23". Their home got leveled in an attack shortly thereafter, and Iron Man/Tony went missing from her. The scene of the leveled home, after it went down, began with a police car with 23 on the top, and her going through rubble crying, looking to find him.

42 was another number of prominence that was easily noticed, as it was the number of his "prehensile suit"... A prototype that comes at his command, from it's individual pieces, to form around him.

I went to Kroger, afterwards, to get water. There were more people than usual there. Outside- in my vehicle before pulling off, I prepared a wheat-grass drink. As I finished mixing it, some girls walked by and got in their car, parked beside me. Cute. As I pulled out, noticing the timing of my finishing my mixing, and their arrival coinciding, this led to decision to check their plate. 323CKC.

As for Iron Man, I identify with the themes, and it. Our identification is responsible for the success of these kind of things.

Magnet. Iron. Blood and fire. Red (and yellow/gold). Pepper Potts.

Girls.


Park home at 12:23.
 
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http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2013/05/07/newser-oldest-words/2141257/

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2013/05/07/newser-oldest-words/2141257/

Plants and animals aren't the only things that go extinct: Most words are replaced every few thousand years, with a maximum survival of roughly 9,000 years, say linguists. But in a new study published yesterday, four British researchers say they have found 23 words that have persisted for a staggering 15,000 years.

These "ultraconserved words" include some that you might expect (you, me, mother, man), others you might not (spit, worm, bark), and at least one somewhat heartwarming entry (give). Over the centuries, the words have retained the same meaning and almost the same sound, the Washington Post reports.

The team claims that's because they all come from an ancient "mother tongue" that was used toward the end of the last ice age, the Guardian reports. They assert that the ancient language eventually formed seven language families, which in turn formed the 700 modern languages used by more than half of the planet today. To find the ultraconserved words, linguists looked for cognates—words that have similar meanings and sounds in different languages, like "father" (padre, pere, pater, pitar) -- shared by all seven of the aforementioned language families. They then translated the cognates into what they believed the cognates' ancestral words (known as proto-words) would be, then compared those. They ultimately found 23 that were shared by at least four of the language families, including one (thou) that was shared by all seven.
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I didn't want to bury the above, but I watched the movie, Primer, last night, and wanted to highlight some things.


Aaron and Abe are two scientists who stumble upon time-travel. Primer is about that.

Aaron's truck's plate number sums to 23. This is first able to be observed when Abe first shows him his time-traveling double, who was walking into the storage facility where a time machine that he (Abe) has built, is kept. This is, as it seems at the time, the first Aaron has any knowledge that this has occurred, and that Abe has taken the next step, already.

Abe goes over what he did on the day he first went back in time, and at this same time, it's showing Aaron and him both going through these same steps. It's hard to remember it all exactly, but again we see Aaron's truck, before they do their thing, but not Abe's car's license plate, which I was curious about.

We do see Abe's plate number, as he is narrating/telling Aaron what he did, him beginning this scene where the plate is visible with "At 2:30 P.M... I went to Williams medical supply"... Williams something. So Aaron's plate number/letters have a sum of 23, and then, only after "At 2:30 P.M...." are Abe's numbers visible. His plate number doesn't have a sum of 23, but 34. I can find 23 easily, however, by the one number on his plate, numbers together 69, being 23(3). I'll stop there, for that.

Abe mentions he turns the machine on at 8:30, to let it warm up, to begin. 83 is the 23rd prime number. There are a lot of other numbers that could be something, or another, to something, or another, or me, or someone, but I haven't poured through them yet, myself, to see. Where would it end? I like to keep it somewhat simple.

After they time travel for the first time, together, it shows them in a store. Just after. It is cut out of the scene, by half, but you can see "233", in some format, with the top cut from the view. This would, I think, be the next time a number is shown in a manner that it can be discerned, after time travel. I need to check, though.

And I haven't finished combing through the movie yet. I just remembered that I noticed his plate number, noticed some years ago, had a 23 sum, and now I have observed how the number showed up when the first proof of live time-travel was shown.

~23 minutes into the movie is within the time when Abe first takes Aaron to see a guy, who thinks it a joke, something Abe has shown him... Which is the first "proof" of time behaving differently on the inside of this box. It was exactly 23 minutes when the sample- a Weeble wobble egg was pulled from cryo-storage in this lab, to show Aaron the evidence of time behaving differently in the box, via observance of extremely accelerated mold growth on it (from being in the machine/box). There may be other key parts where the number wasn't mentioned, such as in the beginning, when they don't know what the machine does. But here, they first have an idea what it does, and it is presented around/at 23.

The director/creator of the movie also stars in it, as Aaron. He also composed the score, and in life is as well a mathematician.

Directors often use it in films. They are/it is very often around parts/persons of certain relevance.
 
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nickels said:
Every time you notice a synchronicity it's an indicator that you're on the right path.
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hehe

though that is not nessicarily true man, i think some evil things can influence it too, as when i was deciding to try heroin for the first time, i had so many synchronicities it was ridiculous, all throughout the day. :\

careful out there, space cowboy
 
I was thinking that if your worldview is that everything is determined, then you are always on the right path, even if your death is waiting around the corner.

Still, synchronicity might be a way of letting ourselves know that we are in the groove/on the right path... To not fret.

It could also be that there are lessons to learn. I don't know.
 
I've always been a big fan of a perceptual phenomenon that overlaps a lot with synchronicity: the cosmic joke. As in, things work out in such a way as to make you wonder if who/whatever is pulling the puppet strings, writing the code, willing our existences into being, etc. set us up to slip on a banana peel, for some unknown reason, perhaps for our own good but possibly for the sake of amusement.
 
I need to rewrite this. Too much stuff, not covered. Will try to simplify.

(This is a simplified re-write)

Concert last night.

The first place that came to rest, leaning up against a barrier facing stage/pavilion, I found myself looking directly at a guy in a Jersey with the number 23 on it. Common yes. But the timing was right, and my position was right.

A very cute girl walks in front of me, crossing my line of site with this number. She is the first and last girl that I see that sparks any kind of real interest.

I settled into this position after seeing an old friend there at the concert, who was near there- just to the right of me, and was thinking about talking to him. It has been many years of my life since we bumped into each other. I came to this position where I found 23 in part in contemplation.

The next place I rested in, where we (friend I came with) would enjoy the concert to begin with, right ahead/in front of me there is a girl with a shirt on that says "Always An Angel" on the back. Just after noticing this, this girl and her group move away.

Then, the guy from my past finds himself in my line of sight... Beyond where the girl with "Angel" on her shirt, where my contemplation of him brought me to the previous spot, more or , where I found 23.

I have connected "23" with "Angels" (and demons).

After the concert, I find myself colliding with the girl from the beginning, out in the parking lot. This was the one that crossed in front of my line of sight with "23". This one was the only girl I found myself attracted to, and I did look around. There were thousands of people there. I did not stalk her.

I say colliding... We merged, our paths. My friend said some words to her. She was the first cute girl to be nice to him in some time, according to him. Very few people were around, and we walked a moment as a small group.

I'm not sure what to make of seeing my old friend from years ago. I seem to remember bumping into him at random concerts before and chatting. It could simply be that we find each other because we are similar in ways. We gravitate to similar spots.

He dresses and has dressed very darkly, for years. He wears mostly black, had shoulder pads with rubber spikes on, dyed black hair. He used to have fangs, and "demonic" looking eye contacts. But he was nothing but an "angel" compared to most everyone I knew. Highly sensitive. Intelligent.
 
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I do not see the point of this story at all What 23, or alot of the ones you have posted. What does that have to do with synchronicity? Bluelight has a lovely blog feature..
 
You don't see it. It has to do with my synchronicity. If you see it, cool. If not, fine. But there isn't a prerequisite that you get it, for me to try to share.

Some didn't get your example, either.

It's funny how nobody (or, few) bothers to ask questions before assuming that just because they don't catch it it, that there was nothing there.

Add something- your own experience, ask a question if you don't understand another's, if you wish to to try. The other might try to help you understand.

...I could say you did ask a question ("how is that synchronicity?"), but your closing sentence seemed to show assumption that this had- that my experiences have nothing to do with "synchronicity", or that they don't belong. So until that mind isn't so made up as to where I and my ideas of synchronicity belong, take that question of yours, and shove it up your... Right?

I do easily admit I can see how much of it would be hard or even next to impossible to get if you didn't know me (or weren't me- there), and might require an extremely detailed and well-written book, or movie, for any chance. Some not (impossible), though, if you really look, and want to see it. Or if you have had some similar experiences. Resonant.
 
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Countless other movies have 23 so obviously (but some not so) in many places vital (and or points of turning, entry, exit, change...) to the plot of the films or main /around them.

Watch Avatar, closely.

Watch Equilibrium.

Watch Primer.

Watch The Matrix.

Watch The Prestige.

Watch Groundhog Day.

Watch Star Wars.

Watch Iron Man 3.

(There are others, that I can't remember)

What have I found? I'm still checking. I'm still trying to be watchful, and open. I don't make my mind up easily. And I tend to change it, change it back, change. Open. Close. Open. Close. I don't know if my mind is made up. Sometimes I think it always was.


...Often I am withholding background... Like, in my last story, "who is Donna, and why does it matter?" Browse/search this thread if you want a chance finding an answer there), and this may make it hard to understand. I do this in hopes that simple things might be picked up on, because when it gets too long nobody reads, and I can make a lot of mistakes. Maybe when I'm old and done more or less I'll find a way to explain it. For now only people around me seem to get it at all... Or it seems that way.

I guess one thing I haven't tried is nestling. I could hyperlink things of interest to back stories. I doubt many of quick tongues would bother with it, though. I'm also lazy so far, for that. Don't quite know how to organize it... To pack it up and send it. Keep trying.
 
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