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Yea, its also 0. 1. Please don't troll. At least try to be constructive.

Still 42 holds value. A lot. Perhaps. Not intending to impose an idea of limitation regarding.

If you have more to add to that YouTube video (or what-have-you) I'm all eyes...
 
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What I am saying is I do not even see a synchronicity referenced in your story, just a story about you, drugs, and girls.
 
I don't reference it directly. I hope that it is seen.

Girl I saw around 23 which I just happened to fall on. Not like I just scan the audience and say omg a 23 like many seem to think I do. Girl was the only one I was attracted to. Felt energy for. Next thing I see, the next time I am at rest (time 2), is a girl wearing a shirt that reads "always an angel". She leaves that position and then I see a guy that I know, from pretty far back, in the same/similar direction that that girl with the angel shirt was from me. This was the second time I saw him. The first time was just before I ran I into 23 at my first resting spot. Contemplation of talking to him or not was why I found myself there, where I spotted it in front of me (its with synchronicity to me), and where I spotted the girl. It had been years.
I run into girl that I saw with 23 out in the parking lot, or merge as we are walking to our cars. She is actually nice to my friend. Many aren't, according to him, if he is attracted to them/tries to talk to them. This is one of the things that I saw in her... A sweetness. But out of all in thousands that I scanned and glanced she is the only one that caught my eye- that held my attention... the only one I could see myself with, and there she was. Beginning and end, I see her. In that area, it was just us, for that moment- my friend her and me.

Leaving the concert- out the gates, a girl in front of me is wearing bells (the only one I saw wearing anything like, because I heard). Musical. Synchronicity is like stories.. music. I'm admittedly (that's hard) not great at telling stories. I also can't play music well. But I hear it. I see it. I enjoy them. I do hope to get better.

I rewrote that up there, minus some stuff I didn't explain or try to in that post, before. Hopefully it is more concise but it is basically what I again rewrote, here.
 
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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.
you talk a lot about being open minded and open to ideas and, yet, i see you making as many assumptions and judgements as those you criticise.

i think we both see something but you're assuming that the events we're discussing have more significance, or carry more weight, than i do.

maybe i'm the close-minded one? sure.

maybe you are?

alasdair
 
The difference is I was there.

I also favor excitation (not that I always am excited). But things are as they are.

We are all closed off some, open some. Try to be open as much as I can. I may be closed off to non meaning, somewhat, but that doesn't mean I dont struggle with it myself.
 
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Yes (but believe? Eh... I think we can have objective aims? I don't know). But I don't think it has exclusion from our subjective reality fully or our subjective experience/reality from it... If I worded that right. I actually do try to think objectively.

I think that to try to think objectively, without keeping in consideration our subjective experience/"reality", specifically but not exclusive to things subjective, could be seen as not being objective- as counterproductive.



v- Extended response, beyond that. Not necessary to read, but might have more details into my thoughts, that I admit having (and some might be considered more objective to you), about why these things seem to happen, at least in my regard. -v
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But, we can try to think of things without us, I guess. As subjective experiencers, we must not neglect that that's all we really have. In my idea, it is not not objective to think that because our experiences are part of what is going on in general, and aren't separate, that studying them, and their apparent importance to us, things such as love and spirituality and meaning, is not counter-objective. It all must be taken into account.

"Why?", I feel should be asked.

And I could self analyze. I could say that the fact that I can draw from those that I love a pattern that says "mask" (i can) from names, I could say that a fact that it is important to me, might be because of the way I have to live because of my environmental sensitivities, and food allergies/sensitivities, that have effected me first mostly unconsciously- then, and then at least some consciously (now)... That has become a big part of my life, taking away from life. I live in isolation, and fear, of things. Parallel, I think many can identify with wearing masks, in life, and this "mask" to me fits for other reasons, as well.

On one level of objectivity I look for patterns or I find them, because I need stability, because I feel weak, and sometimes unstable. I look for meaning because I have none. Or I find it, because I might have none. Though, when I do, it does seem to be mine. And the strength, it gives me. In some sense. I have wondered if life might do this, with some. Like if something is out of tune, things around it sometimes become seemingly more in tune, to bring it into tune. To help it along. Or, maybe something takes advantage. Within, or within and/or also outside. I don't know.

I have connected that for years my mouth/face/jaw hurt (allergies, but I didn't know) with the fact that the mouth screams language and connection and food, and I have issues with food, or interest in language, and symbol seemingly. Communication. This theme. Synchronicity and meaning. This as well with issues with my hearing. Through childhood into adulthood I had chronic ear infections, and at age 12 had a tumor in the ear from the frequency of them, which caused some trauma, through clearing of the tumor and reconstruction of the ear. Again, I have connected this with the fact that I see things/hear things that others often don't. But that is my own connecting. Still, these were pained. And the theme, in a sense, touches the same as they touch.

Maybe (at least think) I am seeing all of this order, because I am so fucked up, and nothing? Maybe it is the pain/suffering, that makes me seek this comfort of order and beauty?

But I also know that spiders eat things, and that all is not peachy and wonderful... And that even if this meaning is "here" for me to see, I might be being sucked down the throat of some freakish God-mother. Just as entertaining myself but the thought has come, in form.

Or I'm dinner, some other way. That everything is orchestrated so that these things do matter, for something. That something feeds off of me. I'm sure there are other ideas/perceptions and ways of viewing possible. I am also fed (but why? is it because I am a farm animal? -haha. no, really.). And other ways.

I try to be an optimist.

But I do wonder.

Still, I see it enough to know that there is more going on than I can see, and that it might hint at something great, regardless.

Also, that it is a spirit(s).
 
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I'm not sure I can/want to try, at this moment (subject/object argument). I would need to pour over subject-object stuff to feel more secure in doing so, in a respected, structured format, and I have not. If you would provide me with your own example, that might help. I don't have the training in classical approaches that many of you might.

As for the above, that information is just there. It isn't in any way conclusive, of anything, to me. Perhaps, yes, "the power of the mind", but again that in itself is in no way conclusive enough. It is simply information, that can be used.

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This box below has more of what I wrote, for now, after first edit. It has a lot of numbers and some attempted descriptions/stories/parts of stories. But I wrote them to try to again explain that it isn't just going to shake from me. It isn't necessary to read for furthering this discussion though, you know what I mean. But it's going on.
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I still have the fact that 161 days had passed, completely, when I was born (June 11), which is 7x23, where at 23 weeks remain, the time in the day was 1323 minutes. 200 and 3 days remained until the end of the year. This pattern is at least somewhat within likeness of my life... Like how you hit a drum or a string, it will in a way stay within tune of that. Perhaps our roots flow in ways we don't see, easily (or at all).

I have that 23 days were left at my birth before again my home country celebrates it's independence. I have that the 23rd president comes from my state. I have that of him, is the first and oldest audio recording of a U.S. president. He was the last, so far, to have a beard. I have that he is central and within the only place in my country's history where a president comes both before and after another...

My first time putting my sexual fluids into a girl appeared when I was in a church parking lot, and my mom went into labor with me at a church. The time with the girl a 23-track album was playing, and I came on 23. I pretty much only knew Michael Jordan wore 23, at that point, and of it being a number composed of the numbers 2 and 3. This only to say that I didn't plan it, that I know of. Right?

My first girl I went crazy over had an easy name-sum of 23, and her last name was the same as my mother's maiden name. That her first name had this sum, of 23, it unknown to me, and I started to see the number 23 around her in time. I told her all about it, but I had no idea what it was. I can't pin down if I began to see it before I read it, or if I stumbled across it somewhere, online. That's very possible. But I'm not really sure it matters. My eyes see, and my ears hear. She, Alisha, was soon at some point server 23, as she told me, at a restaurant. I became allergic to food, or hit a level of being allergic to foods, that was hell, when with her. I had no idea at the time that that was what it was. Doctor misdiagnosed. I remember clearly my jaw hurting, first, around a time I went and visited her. We sort of broke up that weekend, I think. Or, it was the next time. I really can't remember but I only visited once, or twice, to her home. Long distance relationship. A lot of talk and being in the mind. Propositions?

The jaw and facial pain, which can't be summed up as just "pain", with the nerves involved in the area, and the nature of allergic reactions, with their cerebral component, and direct connection to the emotional centers of the brain that the nerves that ended up compressed/agitated, have. At least, this is just conjecture, but I read about it and things correlated. I had the equivalent of suicide disease or something like, or that's the name I remember it by. Trigeminal Neuralgia, or something like it. Nerve damage it felt like. It was constant compression. A gland/area was super swollen. The left ear felt insanely painful to touch, near the canal area, near the TMJ, where this facial nerve system passes. My face felt entirely fucked up. I had my head down, grew a beard to conceal the perceived facial dysmorphia. It was swollen, but nobody could see. But I knew, because I was me. Talking was difficult, and emotional expressions sometimes hurt, or simply felt odd. I guess dysmorphia isn't the word. But it felt worse than it looked mostly.

I later made a pattern, from information available, in a groove/rut after a relationship's ending, of my exes. I wrote down K, S, A, M... Or M, A, S, K... For the names of my ex girlfriends, in one technical sense. I saw it spelled mask, and perhaps in that one moment of desperation for order, in the pain... for a meaning for it, and justice... I "put it on", I guess. It fit. And Alisha, where I began to feel that pain on that level, being messed up like that... By one method, where her first name has a sum of 23, it matches the average sum (23), for the four (92). The other sum used lends to a total of 227. Not that I can connect it clearly, or at all, but my mom's birthday is 2/27. 22/7, is an approximation of Pi, or can be seen as the 2 hundred and 3rd day, written as 203, which although not 23, 203 seconds is 3:23 minutes, and 2:03 is 123 seconds, and that's kinda neat. I took that pattern beyond, I think, once, or something like it, somehow, and found a pattern of 23 also extended to some degree. It may have gone further, in other forms. I didn't obsess too much. My first house, on Vine (Vine can sum to 23), had a number 908 which by 4 (the number of girls, and could be a "special" number in itself, like 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, etc. any), can be 227x4. Alisha Finch (mother's maiden name) now has a sum of 23 for her last name, Darr. The "mother" of me has 23, and the father of me has 23. Billions of 23s in competition to be kinda like Michael Jordan, and David Beckham, and Lebron James. My father went to war at 23. But I don't find many of 23 from him, but he did live at 1408 in address, with his mother, growing up some and after war, when he met my mom... And her name had a sum of 148, which he changed to 184 (which can be 2 to the 3rd power multiplied by 23). His mother died in room 207 which is 9x23, on the same day that ... the last year I delivered an order to a "Hart" at the beginning of the day, of action, and the year before that, "Heart Attack" (allergic reaction resembling heart attack, that I convinced myself was, going to the ER), and the year before that on the very same day, a deadline with a girl that I loved, which was our deadline, sort of. Sorry to be abstract. And this year, same day, my father's wife- my mother retires from years of work.

Moving on. It isn't just 23. But it repeats. Like... nails. Tacs. Screws. Ties, sometimes. Maybe it is some selection bias, but it is easy. Confirmation bias, but it's easy. Why not? I'm just observing, and you can't say it's not there. And I am not implying it is anything. I am just stating facts like "I see the number 23 around girls", which is true, but not exclusive. But no matter why, why? And why? This is the fault I see in some arguments, from the start. I don't even know what it is they are arguing? That I'm making this shit up? If I am, so everything. Everything really is in the mind. Now if only I could take control of it. Maybe it's a bit of you and it, though. And the best you can do is learn to swim. I really wanted to say surf, but I don't know how to literally surf.

I found that my last name, Thomas, happens to have "Mask" (as seen above) as a pet-form. And a "mask", fitting over a "face" (m+a+s+k+f+a+c+e), has a possible sum of 23, too- one of two "possible" used, commonly (but really, you can make up or find or have a new way. I have made up a few. I think at least two followed with some pattern of 23 in calculation, two of three made. I'm guessing. I can't remember. At least two, with one having a pattern of 23 and one not, that I could see, easily... but ymmv perhaps).

... Sometimes, when I am doubting myself, and all of my observations, I go back to the time when I heard voices (never mean or interrupting or anything unless I eat the wrong stuff, or take certain drugs/caffeine) tell me "Alisha Keys!" over and over again, after I heard her voice, as well. Or, I heard her voice as well. But these other voices, like "fairies" (not that that is what I'd have to call them), told me "Alisha Keys!" over and over again. I had not heard from her/hadn't talked in 9 months, and within days or so of these voices starting, I get a text from her asking me "Do you have the corporate key??? It's really important!". I let the texts go on a couple of days before deciding I needed to tell her she was sending messages, perhaps to the wrong person. The last message from her occurred at 2:30 (2:33) A.M., just a before I hit a new level of sickness, with my hypersensitivity to the world. My food allergies, and environmental allergies.

You tell me what it means/that I am "wrong". My conclusion, is that I am fucked. I've always been fucked. I think everything is fucked. But that's okay. It couldn't be any other way, therefore, it's not really fucked, and this is just a phase. Or something. There's an idea. I guess I have ideas... Not yet conclusions. Ideas. And alot of those might be too abstract to talk about.

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But for your question at the bottom, again, please enlighten me by some example. I want to entertain. Or at least have the tools to try. I understand objective/subjective, basically, but perhaps not on this level, for actual scientific method. I don't know.

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Can anyone explain to me why I gravitate to 23?
Can anyone explain to me why I gravitate to 23?

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Why 23? Why does the word "life" sum to 23 (or 32) (L as 12th letter can be added as 12 or 3 as 1+2=3, I=9, F=6, E=5)?

This is how I could say I feel sometimes. Like, it's life... that reaction. I could say what I think life is. Life. And other descriptions.

But is it 5? Maybe. I don't know. Sure. I like slightly more variation than 1-9 though. I haven't messed with it on that level.

But I am sure some girls that I don't have attraction to have 23 all over them, too. And, they are not all girls. Some are boys. Some are events.
 
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Thought about "Jesus...".

Next moment of excitation comes moments later as I am coming to an intersection and a red Toyota Celica flies through, to my left from my same direction. I pay attention because of its speed, and color, and perhaps model. Last night I had a dream and I specifically remember in it a red Celica, and perhaps that my car was or at least looks like a Celica (Silver). Not to get too detailed, or lose the point.

So as it goes by I see on its plate numbers 2368. And I remember how I just thought, "Jesus"/"The Christ"/"Jesus the Christ", Etc., and that the number 2368 I have associated with him, as it Greek Gematria of "Jesus Christ", as has been plastered all over various sites I spent time on, in reference.

I simply can't say it is not something that I don't know. I didn't jump and say OMG. I saw, and considered as I did posting here, beginning this with, "If I were desperate...". But as I reflected... I can't say "not".

The intersection was the last I would come to for the next many miles, as I drive to a town on the other side of the state for work, on the interstate, of which for, the on ramp is right after I turn. There are no other cars before me, so no other "numbers" of even cars to challenge confirmation and selection bias, this way (easily). Even still, it was the speed, color, and perhaps that it was a Celica, then. Stimulation.

I'm not really sure what connection the Celica has other than it's meaning as "Celestial" perhaps, and in the dream I was at a place where I pick up drugs for work (and here at work/beginning work), and Jesus healed with his holy oil, and... healed. As well it was to drop off drugs in the dream (same time... dream), when I came in contact with it. I don't believe my drugs heal, though, which can lead to more complexity in possible interpretation.


I wrote below first.
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I have to admit. At some point(s, in my life so far) I thought I might be the Jesus, the Christ (or other interpretations of God or what, like the Quetzalcoatl, to name). I was perhaps desperate to find justification for certain suffering, which I hope you will not assume to know the limits of. I at times would rather have his apparent death.

Many things aligned/do align, but the most that I can be sure of is that I have two eyes like any other normal person. I can assume that I am made in the image of some predecessor, precursor, following some prototype...

Going by this, my goodness takes on the "clothing" of him. I was brought up in a Christian household. J don't claim that it is the only good or that good stems from it and it only... But what is good in the world certainly shares a stem with "Jesus Christ". And, one can't deny, of any help posing from a religion... Christianity has had the most reach. They have been the most active. They are far spread. Sure, in the name of the religion (some say, in God's name) wars have been waged, and ugliness has occurred, but that is besides my point.

My point is that I have been made in his image. The Romans adopted the religion and used it as a tool, for, perhaps, in ways, order. Jesus built my hot-rod. Sort of.

So I was thinking about how I used to think I was Jesus. And saying this, I don't deny that others have experienced similar consciousness. I was thinking about this. Moments later a red Toyota Celica passed me by, just before I entered the main loop- The interstate of my city, to spend a good deal of time on this high speed highway. Much of my day is spent there (interstates). The Celica flew by me, making the light. And I stopped at the light/intersection. I'm less aggressive.

The numbers on the plate that I saw were 2368, which I immediately remembered/recalled association with "Jesus Christ", from my earlier dabbling in other forms of numbering, as 2368 was emphasized as the value of "Jesus Christ" in Greek gematria.

Last night, I dreamt of a red Toyota Celica. It was at a place where I pick up drugs to take to nursing homes. I was banging on the door to be let in. It was the pickup place but in the dream it was a nursing home.

Nobody could hear me, and they were around plenty and close. Finally I got let in, as one girl was walking out. Then I saw the red Celica. Or then I remember seeing it, as I was leaving.
 
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Please excuse the multi-posts. I may try to consolidate this and the last one when I get near a computer and can format it.

Signs

I associate/have associated the number 113 as a number of sacrifice. It came through my meeting of a female who in my life image I felt was a "Mary Magdalene", to my Christ. She was also in ways a prostitute. My description won't justify and I don't intend to hang everything here, but with the number I found by her, and it's various references to it that I found meaning sacrifice, and the sacrifice/immolation of Jesus on the cross, and another dealing with a "Prime Cross", it made sense, and it made sense the archaic images I remember of Mary and Mary (and she related strongly with mom, if she was married to me) at the foot of the cross, in light.

One if my pickup points is at a 1130 North J street, which isn't 113 exactly but could be close. Over Easter, their sign in the front of their building was hit by a vehicle, or something, as it was gone when I came back. Bricks toppled over.

I am not sure, about the numbers, but a source has counted that (I may be wrong) 1130 animals were said to have been sacrificed as well, as mentioned directly in either New or Old Testaments. I need to look. I just know that an association in me was formed in regard, and I said "huh..." a little bit, when I saw this sign was sacrificed over Easter holidays.
 
^ now you're focusing on 113?

other numbers which you have suggested have some mystical significance in this thread are:

2020
0000000000
0123456789
0000000000
0000000000
1234567890
0000000000
0000000000
0987654321
0000000000
0000000000
9876543210
0000000000
2
3
117
1099
23
184
8
0
6
8
9
24
123
203
2203
161
7
23
162
2005
2009
530
888
880
131
202.85
122
40
92
184
159
365
366
24
28
29
4
130
4824
288
1508
157
1106
611
1115
2001
2012
343
233
209
123
456
789
423
7
2001
108
207
9
227
26
77
777
7777
77777
5
10
13
159
1139
123
44
22
26
42
323
34
69
233
2368

when you cast your net so widely, you're going to catch something? i think so.

alasdair
 
You do take things out of context.

I focused on 113 back in 2009, because, relating/related to and within a context of someone special to me, it popped up.

When I finished writing that today (more or less, I make small edits... wording), I was at the 2300 block (2300s) just after getting off the interstate, at a Shell gas-station. Inside the station I saw a girl. We locked eyes for an extended duration, past what people usually do in my experience. I was attracted to her. Need, I say... To her (attracted, I...) here the most and the most yet that day/this day at that point.

Outside, I am walking to car. She is parked/pulling out from her space, and I have to stop walking to allow this movement. I see her license plate ends in 23 (UYA823). Exit lot of station and see it was 2300 block. See girl next to me to my left hot perhaps darn I wasn't checking all numbers and everything. I think this and see another as I pull out hot passes me 223LNP, immediately from the very light sprinkle rain downpours. It is a different "language"(?). Perhaps like a parent talks to a baby? I don't know. That was just a thought. Maybe like (and not, sure) we get that a dog is happy sad excited Etc... Or a spider is irritated/"angry", or what they get.

Ah, yea... One girl had numbers here with an easy sum of 24. The other had numbers (context) coming to an easy sum of 22.

Wait. That was for 2368.

But I met the girl- The "Ma-Ma"Donna, who through I found resonance with 113, on the 23rd day of 2009...


Alasdair you seem desperate in your own right. If you really want to "take me on" with this I suggest you mind the contexts.


But hey you are here too. Thanks for the compilation. Seriously. That could entertain me later when I get high. :D
 
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From November 14th 1967- Alasdair's birth-day, to my birth-day of June 11th 1982, there are 5323 days.
 
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I think sometimes synchronicity can be explained through precognition.

Like your above example; you think of Jesus, a car drives by with plates that relate to Jesus. Maybe you thinking of Jesus just before the car arrives, is a result of your future self observing the Jesus plates and having that thought, which you then pick up on 'in the past.' If that makes sense?

Of course I also think that synchronicities exist that are much deeper than those we maybe get through precognition. Something outside ourselves.

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Haha, I was also going to say that I have this thing with the number 11, but it isn't as deep as yours with 23 so I didn't bother.

I then leave the thread and noticed my time of posting! I had no idea what the time was!

ffffffffffreaky!

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Ok, I know the post says 12:11, but on my computer it said 11:11, due to my location, I think?
That or the online AI is trying to fuck my shit up again?
 
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^ :D

To me it reads 6:11. I could say that that reminds me of my birthday, at June 11th.

11 P.M., would also 23:00.
 
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One girl had numbers here with an easy sum of 24. The other had numbers (context) coming to an easy sum of 22.
what is the significance of the numbers 22 and 24?
From November 14th 1967- Alasdair's birth-day, to my birth-day of June 11th 1982, there are 5323 days.
what is the significance of the number 5323?

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alasdair
 
22, 24, 5323= 5368, 2+2+2+4+5+3+2+3=23
(just digits you wrote down)

Between 22 and 24 is 23. Both had it in common. These two numbers summed divided into 2 could be 23. The timing.

53 and 23 look similar to be, but different. Sort of opposites, but not really in every light. Mirror in a way. I have in my past associated 53 to 23 in this way, even though it is symbolic, and how it feels/appears visually. Special opposites. The most more I could do is reverse the 3. Perhaps something like E5? I don't know. But 5 and 2 are also "opposite" other ways.

At least (er, most) 1/100 probability otherwise of some ending in 23. Not extremely low probability no, but still low enough.

The fact that it is 53 and 23 and my already association of 53 and 23 being same but opposite, in duel, it being between us I could play on as something. Could. Not that it has to, but in this light I have to admit it did jump a little.

Is that a paddle? Crow can sum to 23, but adding J could add 1, or 10, if Crow is found to total 59.
 
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22, 24, 5323= 5368, 2+2+2+4+5+3+2+3=23
except the digits of the digit number are 5368 not 5323. i propose that you are totally stretching to try to make your case. in this case, you had to completely change two of the digits to make the numbers work. very weak.
Between 22 and 24 is 23. Both had it in common. These two numbers summed divided into 2 could be 23.
if you're going to widen your net in this way, then:

1 and 45
2 and 44
3 and 43
4 and 42
5 and 41
6 and 40
7 and 39
8 and 38
9 and 37
10 and 36
11 and 35
12 and 34
13 and 33
14 and 32
15 and 31
16 and 30
17 and 29
18 and 28
19 and 27
20 and 26
21 and 25

also become mystical/important/whatever. when you have to try this hard to make the numbers fit, it just makes the numbers look pretty ordinary...
53 and 23 look similar to be, but different. Sort of opposites, but not really in every light. Mirror in a way. I have in my past associated 53 to 23 in this way, even though it is symbolic, and how it feels/appears visually.
but different...sort of...not really...in a way...

more fluff which indicates that it doesn't really work. i get the mirror thing but if a mirror image concept was at play, 23 in a mirror more closely resembles E5 or 5E rather than 53. again, the fact that you have to shoehorn this into your idea by only reflecting one of the characters but leaving the other intact again makes your case look very tenuous.
Is that a paddle?
no. it's a shoehorn.

alasdair
 
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