Tripleone

Tripleone…..tripleone. The numbers 1-1-1 now mean a lot to me, and it’s meant a lot to many people around the world for a long time now, as I have read. I recently discovered a coincedence that I may  well be destroying by mere discussion. Here. Openly - on the internet. Jinx it perhaps.

I have a penchant for attracting strange coincedences. All my life. Often, when i mentally hum a song; a random song, at a random time and at some random place…and just as I deliver the first few lines of the song in my head, the person next to me starts singing it too. I sit on my balcony contemplating some complex situation and as I sigh "Give me a sign, dammit…", four MIG-29 fighter jets sonic boom themselves right over my house. Kencing my pants, i almost did.

So that’s among a whole range of coincedences that I’ve experienced for ‘quite some time now’ though I know quite a lot of people do experience stuff like this. But the recent one, has increased in frequency, and has sent shivers down my own spine as well as others close to me who have seen it with their own eyes.

It all started with a clock. My car clock.

You see, i’ve always had a weakness with personal organisation. Achilles heel. Though that’s being sorted by an arsenal of those self-help books with names that have words like "10 days", "Chicken Soup" and "How to".  I hardly look at my clock. My brain’s not interested, it wants to carry on doing the fun thing we’re doing right now, yippe yay! I hardly ever did look at my clock, my watch.  So it was strange that slowly and increasingly, i began noticing that the numbers "1:11" and "11:11" began taking the lead role on my clockie in the car. I started, by complete chance, noticing these sequences up to two times in the four times they happen in 24 hours. But that wasn’t enough to alarm me. (Haha gettit! Alarm! Gettit?! Clock! *cough* Well….)

So anyways, I give a little ‘wah…so strange wan’ and carry on life as usual, until that day when it seemed like whatever force influences this kind of thing thought I couldn’t get the hint enough. In the morning,  I headed off  and went to pick up Rauf, the animation staff writer from his place to go to work, so I park my wheels in the usual waiting spot at 10:00am. Yup, 10:00 am -  no chance of any clockplay here. So I began contemplating on how i had seen 1:11 twice the day before. As the plume of my cigarette smoke cleared in front of me, there it was - just beyond my windscreen. 

"Apartment for Rent. Call 01X-22111XX."   Just as i was thinking about it, about the numbers. Excuse my censorship. Kencing my pants, I might have.

So all the way up the hill to the studio I blabbered on to Rauf about the mysterious tripleones. I was just completely blown away.. So when we got to the office I headed off to my desk and pulled out my phone to return a kind "Go f**k yourself" to a client’s "Be my eternal slave, you art slut." that i had recieved in the car.

Sending…sending…sending….

Message send failed. Hmmm, bad reception.

Sending….sending….sending…. ( X 3)

Message send failed (X 3)

Yucks. Must have no credit. Dial *122# to get credit report.

…………………  RM frickin 1.11

Kencing my pants? I should wear a diaper.

I flipped, i told the whole story to the GM and the team. She was flipped out too. But you know what they’re thinking…coincedence, overanalysis. So we went on to talk about the new PDA she’s got. So  I wanted to show her the awesome add-on software I had on mine.  Off to my desk. Get my PDA. Bring back my PDA. As i took it out in front of her and turned it on, the screensaver read the time. It was now 11:11AM in the morning.  I freaked out. That whole sequence -  sitting in the car thinking about the time coincedences the day before, then seeing them on a rent sign in front of me. Checking my phone credit, and now back to the time. It was completely bizarre.

So i checked the internet. Google search - "111 numbers"….."numerology 111"…."meaning of 111"…"Free teen slut movies"….. and i stumbled upon several sites that had gained my interest.

One was about how these numbers are connected to the universe  and oneself in some way  such that if one was to experience them frequently beyond coincedence, the focal  power of their mind was powerful enough to manifest thoughts into reality / or some shit. And it recommends you to think desirable thoughts at this time for them to actually happen. Yeah, hardcore. Cool. I will soon be able to make heads explode like in the video games. But this all really seemed like far-fretched trash coming out of the mouth of washed-up scientists on shrooms and other psychadelic drugs. So I googled on and on and on.

Then came another site. The discussion of angels. This numerogist-astrologist christian chick began a community of people whom all have experienced this phenomenon. Some of them sent their testimonials which arrived coincedently at 1:11 and so on. It was cool, a site filled with all these people who shared this experience. this lady has a few pages on her site which explained how this was the communication of angels to humans. That if the angels manifested themselves physically we would kencing our pants so hard, we’d keel over and die from dehydration. So it is their subtle message to tell you that you are going on the right path, and things are happening as they should. Furthermore, a lot of people began experiencing tripleone during a really difficult and changing time in their lives, and that the angel has been sent to protect them from all harm.

Wow. Even further-fetched huh? But personally i like this story a lot better. I need that little extra boost. Knowing that you are being protected and not as alone as you might think. So i guess maybe that’s why I continue believing in this ‘coincidence’ whatever the explanation, to feel better. And maybe that matters. So just to make yourself feel better, the next time you see 111, just take comfort in thinking that someone is watching your back, or that you can blow up heads.

So you’d expect that over time maybe I would stop making such a subcounsciously strong effort to notice the numbers, but just as i had completed the paragraph above, I made a word count and this document adds up to….yup…you guessed it - 1110 words minus this sentence and the title, good night.