Always seeing 911 on clocks?
It was Saturday the 12th of January 2019.
I woke up, rolled over, grabbed my phone (as I so often did first thing in the morning back then) and saw that it was exactly 9:11am.
9:11am?
I got goosebumps and felt knots tie up in my stomach. Surely I’m not the only one who associates this number with 9/11, the worst terrorist attack to ever happen to America, not to mention their emergency number, 911.
I felt strange. Uncertain.
For all I know I could have woken up at 9:11am hundreds of times before, but on this particular cold Saturday morning, seeing it with my eyes, I felt it.
Anxiety kicked in as I told myself ‘something bad is about to happen.’ And I could feel it, I could feel that something bad was coming my way. I took my phone off airplane mode and waited for a message bearing bad news to come through on WhatsApp or Instagram.
Nothing.
I checked my voicemails.
Nothing.
I was staying at my Sisters house at the time. I ran downstairs in my PJ’s and checked everybody was still there. My sister, her husband, and the two kids were all having breakfast together. Everyone still had their heads, shoulders, knees and toes, in fact everybody was exactly as you would expect on a January Saturday morning.
I tried to shrug off my bad ‘9:11’ feeling and made myself a coffee.
Then I went back to my phone, did a bit of scrolling and then went in to my emails.
There it was.
The ‘We need to talk’ email off the man I’d spent seven years of my life in a tug-of-war relationship with. He was currently vacationing in Thailand and had sent a lengthy email explaining that we needed to break up. He had clearly chosen email to avoid having to deal with a ‘live’ response from me on WhatsApp.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Let me just set the scene for you. I was 32. I had just been diagnosed with depression. I was lacking any real career. I was completely lacking in money, with about £100 in my savings, and about £100 to last me until payday. I was renting a flat I could not afford, nor could I afford the bills that came attached with it. I’d gotten back with my ex a few weeks earlier in a bid to sort out my life and to try and somehow salvage this seven year relationship that just never seemed to work no matter how hard I tried.
But of course he was now dumping me. His email explained that he just didn’t feel the same way about me anymore.
This is it, I thought to myself, this is what rock bottom feels like.
I didn’t even say anything to my Sister or her husband, I left the coffee on the table, marched my self-loathing arse back to the spare bedroom where I stayed for the next two hours, cursing myself for waking up at 9:11am.
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Over the next month I saw the number 911 everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE…
Riding the train, we stopped in the middle of the tracks and I saw a black train sign that said 9 1 1 in white text.
Scrolling through Instagram I would see someone’s likes and it was peaking at 911 likes.
Checking my own story, it had been viewed 911 times.
I checked my bank account one day and it was £911 overdrawn!
One Saturday morning run I noticed my average per mile was 9’11.
If I didn’t wake up on weekends at 9:11am, by the time I was up and about and looking at my phone I would see it was 9:11am.
I felt cursed.
Was I in a horror film? Here I was trying to accept my relationship was over, trying to make positive changes in my life and I was being haunted by this ominous number.
I confided in my friend and my intuitive coach Heema. I knew she would be one of the only one to understand me if I uttered the words “I think some bad bitch has popped a curse on me” and I knew she could potentially offer insight.
Heema advised that I look up what the angel number 911 represents and what the special meaning behind it is.
Angel number? Special meaning?
It didn’t cross my mind that seeing 911 could have been a message of another kind. Messages from a higher power.
A quick bit of research (ahem, Google) told me that seeing 911 everywhere means something completely different to what I was interpreting it to mean. 911 represents one cycle of your life ending and a new one beginning.
It literally means: NEW BEGINNINGS.
I sat back in amazement. I not only felt so much relief but incredibly emotional.
OF COURSE I WAS SEEING 911 EVERYWHERE! Looking back, I truly believe that when I woke up that January morning at 9:11am, it was a message from a higher power trying to tell me “it’s okay, the path ahead is changing, but it’s the right path.” I could literally FEEL a change happening before I had even opened the email, but being stuck in my negative mindset, I saw it all as ‘something bad is coming.’ I hadn’t paired up the fact that during this period of seeing 911 everywhere I was going through a huge transition in my life. I was battling depression, I was seeing a therapist, I was making positive changes, I was essentially creating The Butterfly Strategy.
My ex sending that email that day was essentially my brand new beginning. I had no idea at the time that it was what I needed. I had no idea that even further down the line I would go on to find out he was actually already engaged to another woman (in Thailand) who he had been keeping a secret for two years. I had no idea that I would go on to make a drastic change in my career and start my own business. I had no idea that I would go on to completely change my location (Hello Bali!) and create a whole new world for myself. I knew none of that, but clearly someone else did.
911 resembles so much to me now, and every time I see those digits, whether on my phone, on a bank statement, a receipt, a bill – I always see it as positive change is coming my way.
How about you? Do you have certain numbers that you constantly see? Have you looked into what they mean? I would love to know in the comments below.