posted on Dec, 24 2009 @ 01:53 PM
I see 11:11 everywhere. And being honest with myself, realizing that I'm in no way watching the clock, it can be a bit unnerving, yet there's never
a sense of anxiety (at least for me). When I see 11:11, it basically reminds me that I'm seeing it again having been in a long progression of seeing
it over and over again for quite a few years, yet it certainly has been happening more lately it seems.
By everywhere I mean in scores, menus, code, volt meters, clocks (both digital and analog) - even random numbers in puzzles and such. It can be as
unnerving as too much De Ja Vu is (which really is a bit unnerving). When I have a laggy or bad round on MW2, quite often my final score is 11/11.
It seems to happen enough to indicate something more than mere chance.
From the random searches I've done on the subject in the past, it seems no one really has an all-encompassing theory of it. No one has a good hold
of whatever impression they get from it when it happens to them, but it would certainly seem to be something more than merely remembering the number
11:11 or 1:11 simply because there's a repeating 1 in it making it look different than all other numbers. As I said, I see it in analog clocks (as
well as multiple analog pressure gauges and dials) all the time. I am compelled to take a second look just to be sure...and with a tentative laugh I
Other numbers people say they see all the time (which I haven't noticed nearly as much as 11:11 (even differentiating it from 1:11)), are 12:34,
3:33, 4:44, 10:10 and such which certainly tends to lend credence to the repeating number theory, but over and over and over and over and over and
over again repeatedly without an end in sight?
Is it my subconscious telling me to look at the clock? As much as I shy away from the self-realization that I'm not in control of my life, I like to
leave it at something greater than any of us telling me that we are not conscious for no reason at all or mere biological accident. I don't believe
in much, but having it plastered so relentlessly across my optic nerve leads me to believe it's something more. I'm fine with that for now.