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“The problem with the 11:11 Phenomenon is getting anybody interested in it that hasn't experienced it themselves. Other phenomena, such as U.F.Os or crop circles, are able to be seen. We can debate them. But seeing and being guided by 11:11 is hard to convey to those uninitiated in its ways.”
― Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol
― Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol

“With his tongue between his teeth, Officer Wally cocked his weapon and took aim.
BANG!
Mario felt the bullet enter his left foot, but carried on running undeterred. In place of screams, there was laughter. The golden ecstasy supplied by the drug was at its peak. It wouldn’t be long now; he could feel it.
BANG!
The second bullet caught him in his right foot, yet he dared not stop. It was near now, so near...
BANG!
“He missed,” Mario thought initially, but as he brought his hands to his lips, he tasted iron. Both his palms were bleeding profusely, and so were his feet. He laughed once again – head spinning, heart dancing, mind burdened by his search for meaning – his wet eyes on the velvet sky. The clouds were clearing.
‘The spear!’ he shouted to the heavens above. ‘Don’t forget the spear!’
It happened faster than any pair of eyes could capture it: the fourth bullet cut through the air with a tangible screech, and the nearby building exploded into applause. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, Mario Fantoccio fell theatrically, the wound at his side painting the cobbles in Marsmeyer’s No.4 vermillion red.
The ground beneath him split down the middle, and from the depths of asphalt, he heard music. It was the Music of Strings, of Celestial Spheres – an underworld rhapsody with dark aftertones, gushing out of the earth like puss from a wound.
It was alluring, resplendent and at the same time, terrifying.
Demonic and eternal, devastating and yet hypnotizing, the Sounds of Hell beckoned, and like an obedient child, Mario followed, sinking deeper and deeper into the Underworld.
In a perfect moment of synchronicity, the orange sun of dusk broke through the rainclouds and cast a single beam of sunlight upon Mario’s forehead. He closed his eyes, his mind at ease, his head full of Music.
The cobbles trembled under the approaching sound of footsteps.
‘Where is he? Where did he go?’ said the pursuing man.
‘H-he just vanished, sarge. In-into thin air!’
‘Don’t be silly, Wally. People don’t just vanish into thin air. I know I got him. Heaven preserve me, I got him four times!’
‘Yes, sarge.’
‘What’s this now?’
‘Rather looks like our man, sarge. Or at least, his rough outline filled out in blood. Well, except—’
‘—except this one’s got wings,’ said the sergeant, his knees cracking as he crouched. He cautiously prodded the red shape with his index.
‘This ain’t blood, either.’
‘Sir?’
The sergeant shoved the finger in his mouth.
‘Theatrical red paint.”
― The Underworld Rhapsody
BANG!
Mario felt the bullet enter his left foot, but carried on running undeterred. In place of screams, there was laughter. The golden ecstasy supplied by the drug was at its peak. It wouldn’t be long now; he could feel it.
BANG!
The second bullet caught him in his right foot, yet he dared not stop. It was near now, so near...
BANG!
“He missed,” Mario thought initially, but as he brought his hands to his lips, he tasted iron. Both his palms were bleeding profusely, and so were his feet. He laughed once again – head spinning, heart dancing, mind burdened by his search for meaning – his wet eyes on the velvet sky. The clouds were clearing.
‘The spear!’ he shouted to the heavens above. ‘Don’t forget the spear!’
It happened faster than any pair of eyes could capture it: the fourth bullet cut through the air with a tangible screech, and the nearby building exploded into applause. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, Mario Fantoccio fell theatrically, the wound at his side painting the cobbles in Marsmeyer’s No.4 vermillion red.
The ground beneath him split down the middle, and from the depths of asphalt, he heard music. It was the Music of Strings, of Celestial Spheres – an underworld rhapsody with dark aftertones, gushing out of the earth like puss from a wound.
It was alluring, resplendent and at the same time, terrifying.
Demonic and eternal, devastating and yet hypnotizing, the Sounds of Hell beckoned, and like an obedient child, Mario followed, sinking deeper and deeper into the Underworld.
In a perfect moment of synchronicity, the orange sun of dusk broke through the rainclouds and cast a single beam of sunlight upon Mario’s forehead. He closed his eyes, his mind at ease, his head full of Music.
The cobbles trembled under the approaching sound of footsteps.
‘Where is he? Where did he go?’ said the pursuing man.
‘H-he just vanished, sarge. In-into thin air!’
‘Don’t be silly, Wally. People don’t just vanish into thin air. I know I got him. Heaven preserve me, I got him four times!’
‘Yes, sarge.’
‘What’s this now?’
‘Rather looks like our man, sarge. Or at least, his rough outline filled out in blood. Well, except—’
‘—except this one’s got wings,’ said the sergeant, his knees cracking as he crouched. He cautiously prodded the red shape with his index.
‘This ain’t blood, either.’
‘Sir?’
The sergeant shoved the finger in his mouth.
‘Theatrical red paint.”
― The Underworld Rhapsody
“Synchronicities then can be said are the product of focused thought which appear as patterns repeating in time. These wheels of time or gears of life then, can only record synchronicites as they occur by consciously manifesting and observing the patterns of behaviour from which they were created.”
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“Everything we experience in life has a spiritual significance. No event or circumstance is ever random, arbitrary, or a coincidence. Every moment matters.”
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“As I stood there in the first hour of the night, what I felt most was the connection between the deaths of Andrew and my grandparents, between my life and Andrew's crash. The sky and the events in my life were not a web of inevitable synchronicities. It was easier for me to believe in these fluke alignments than to decide on the trajectory of my life. As I tried to force logic together, the center pushed itself apart.”
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“As I stood there in the first hour of the night, what I felt most was the connection between the deaths of Andrew and my grandparents, between my life and Andrew's crash. The sky and the events in my life were not a web of inevitable synchronicities. It was easier for me to believe in these fluke alignments than to decide on the trajectory of my life. As I tried to force logic together, the center pushed itself apart.”
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“They say numbers are just ordinary figures. It is, but not so when it gets to the point where they begin to synchronize and harass.”
― The Oneironaut’s Diary
― The Oneironaut’s Diary

“When I have the courage to trust and follow the signs I receive, I am far happier than when I am hiding from or denying them.”
― Spirit In Disguise: A Guide to Miraculous Living, Book 2
― Spirit In Disguise: A Guide to Miraculous Living, Book 2

“The flow of life is great. It directs you at all times. It flows through you and with you.”
― Spirit In Disguise: A Guide to Miraculous Living, Book 2
― Spirit In Disguise: A Guide to Miraculous Living, Book 2
“Messages are everywhere. Collect as many as you can, even the ones that don’t seem to make any sense. Those are often the ones that tend to be the most telling since they can’t be easy to discern at first glance. I call this practice chasing rainbows.”
― Pagan Portals - Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow and Messenger of the Godds
― Pagan Portals - Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow and Messenger of the Godds

“Spirit channels through everything!”
― Fruit Fly Intelligence: Awareness of our Interconnections with All That Is Leads to an Extraordinary Life!
― Fruit Fly Intelligence: Awareness of our Interconnections with All That Is Leads to an Extraordinary Life!

“In your overwhelming moments, it’s normal to feel lost. Yet deep within you there is a divine force. Guiding you. Redirecting you. Sending you signs. Little synchronicities. Intuitive downloads. Miraculous heavenly messages. Each one opens new doorways to your destiny.”
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers

“Your intuition can help you to recognize your departed loves ones who want to communicate with you. Although you may not be aware, your deceased friends, pets, and family watch over you. They are all around you. They send you amazing divine signs. Even if you are not aware or if you don’t believe it. They send you signals, synchronicities, and dreams. Each plays a significant role in leading you from where you are now to your beautiful destination.”
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers

“It’s those very setbacks, detours, trials, and life transitions that become steppingstones on the path to your brilliant destination. All the while, your intuition orchestrates amazing miracles and signs around you. The key is to trust your gut and the signs crossing your path. Some of the divine signs include:
• Red Cardinal Birds
• Rainbows
• Butterflies
• Deer
• Angelic Encounters
• Vivid dreams of departed loved ones, friends, & pets
• Triple Digits
• White Feather
• Plus, so much more”
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers
• Red Cardinal Birds
• Rainbows
• Butterflies
• Deer
• Angelic Encounters
• Vivid dreams of departed loved ones, friends, & pets
• Triple Digits
• White Feather
• Plus, so much more”
― Intuitive Guide: How to Trust Your Gut, Embrace Divine Signs, & Connect with Heavenly Messengers

“These beings don’t just show up in the sky—they show up in your mind, your dreams, your synchronicities. They interact through modality, not just materiality.”
― Contact Modalities: The Keys to the Universe
― Contact Modalities: The Keys to the Universe

“This is an invitation for you to see what I see: the signs and all the different ways that the universe speaks to us. These are guideposts along our way. The truth is, we all have an always-present guide to our divine path. Our own vade mecum.”
― Vade Mecum: An Always-Present Guide to Your Divine Path
― Vade Mecum: An Always-Present Guide to Your Divine Path
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