As yet, I haven’t spoken of
numerology in my blog. It isn’t a primary focus for me in my walk with God, but there have been times when it has grabbed my interest in a formidable way. For most of my life, I completely discounted it. How could numbers be associated with our life plans and determine in any way our movements upon the planet? Ridiculous, right?
Last year, after attaining a new level of spiritual growth and delving into a study of sacred geometry, I became intrigued to the point of having a detailed numerology report done. I was amazed at how accurate it was to date. My life path number is 22, the master builder. According to numerology, I have the inherent ability to not only tap into the collective unconscious and move about the unseen universe with ease, I also have the ability to take what I learn and make manifest those things which serve the common good. Other 22s, I discovered, include the Dali Lama and Richard Gere. 22s can live their entire lives not working with this energy, becoming intimidated by it, reducing the energy to the more pratical level 4. Or they can suffer the distraction of grandiosity. They can even use this powerful energy to inflict harm, but this is highly unlikely. Most 22s are spiritually-minded. When harnessed, 22s will use their energies to produce positive and very concrete material benefits for mankind.
Prior to knowing anything at all about numerology, my husband and I noticed that everything that happened to us seemed to happen on the 22nd of the month. We met on the 22nd. We began cohabitating on the 22nd. We got married on the 22nd. My son just got married on the 22nd. The building number I currently live in (43825) adds up to 22. The list goes on and on. It became so notable that my husband and I used to refer to 22 as our “lucky number.”
In January 2008—being empowered with this new awareness of my life path number, and engulfed in a heightened sense of my own personal transformation as Pluto prepared to leave my sign after 15 grueling years—and after an entire year of soul-expanding Jupiter, my ruling planet, in my sign—I had a tattoo placed at the base of my spine. It’s a butterfly, the symbol for transformation, with a 22 inside of it. I can not tell you how much I enjoyed this process and how much I love my tattoo! I felt it burning itself into my spine long before the young woman did the deed with her tattoo needle. My symbol. Fait accompli. A transformation celebration!
But the story does not end there. Over the last few months, as another year finishes—a year of asking again and again, “God, where am I going?”—I see the number 22 everywhere I go. Everywhere. My eye will fall on the clock just at the right moment. On the treadmill, the digital read out will say 22. Switching channels, an announcer on TV will say “and with 22 seconds left in the game…” It would be impossible for me to catalog all of the times the number 22 has popped up in print lately. When it first began, I thought I was imagining it and "looking for it to happen" subconsciously. But it happened with such frequency and in such laughable places, that it surely caught my attention. It's become so common place now, that it no longer surprises me. What has happened to bring this about?
If we are made to certain vibrations (and mathematics play a key role in creation), then it would stand to reason that at certain times in our lives, these numbers signal messages from Spirit, our Higher Selves. Working with my intuitive understanding, my sightings of the number 22 have said to me loud and clear, “You’re
on the right path! Keep going. You’re doing fine.”
Indeed, I believe I am now in a phase where the potential for fulfilling my life’s plan is great, and that, without any interference from me—being carried away by lower desires or demanding events follow "predictable" outcomes—God will do the work through me. He has been teaching me, grilling me repeatedly, actually, about letting Him take control. It doesn’t mean I’ve become an automaton. It means I have become a co-creator with God, and that as long as I stay close to Him, and tend to my soul work of promoting “Godly virtues” within myself and others, the only true treasures in life, He will open the doors and make the opportunities to manifest for the common good, which is my heart’s desire.
As we face the economic challenges ahead together—as the numbers on Wall Street plummet—as the numbers in our bank accounts dwindle—do not be afraid! Have faith and seek those things which bring true wealth. Put your trust in God. Get in synch!
Obama is the
44th president of the United States, a master number. Look it up!
Is this what your heart looks like? This dried up rootball? Wrapped and trapped. Bitterness strangles the human heart. The heart is the seat of our ability to give and receive love. Makes no sense that we would do this to ourselves, and yet we do.
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