The prime number, 7 and mourning a father.
In Numerology, Seven is the protector. It represents the Goddess Athena, and Minerva. It is creativity, intuition, truth, and wisdom. The A number I believed once was lucky, a sign of enlightenment, and the number chosen by my older brother in baseball. A lucky number to most.
It represents the Universe, pure spirit the complete totality of space and time. In sacred geometry the Seed of Life, is a configuration of seven circles that resembles a flower. It has been an important number in every religion. It stands tall for spiritual growth and the turning points that occur as we grow. It represents the Complete cycles of change and evolution. If you read the Bible, it appears more than 700 times:
- Genesis 2:2 “And on the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all His work that he had done.”
- Genesis 4:15 And the Lord said unto him, Therefore whoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.”
- Exodus 22:30 “You shall do the same with your oxen and your sheep: seven days it shall be with its mother; on the eighth day you shall give it to me.”
There are the seven churches that represent the completeness of the body of Christ. Seven seals on the scroll that represent the fullness of God’s punishment.
For more see: (https://www.biblestudytools.com/topical-verses/the-number-7-in-the-bible)
I watch numbers like a hawk. To me now 7 is a number of sadness. Seven….seven musical notes, seven energy centers, seven colors in the rainbow…. Seven, the month God took my father home on the 7th day of that month, exactly seven days from the anniversary of my older brother’s death date. My Pops was meticulous with numbers, being that he was an accountant. Was that an accident? Is there a message in that? It is never what we tend to think it is. And we, as humans, almost always naturally go to the negative. I believe we all do that because it is what has allowed our species to continue on.
A client just today shared an example of this: she had been seeing 8:16 on the clock daily for a very long time. She felt it had been from her long departed husband. A message to look out for something awful she thought. The numbers eventually revealed themselves as a specific important time: The time her daughter whom they believed could not bare a child, gave birth to an adorable baby boy with spiral curls, healthy and happy. A positive message, not sad, and not at all what she had thought. It hardly ever is.
Try as I may, I still see some numbers and go to that sad stinking negative place. I miss my father horribly, I always will. I’ve had plenty of messages from a mediumistic standpoint, but sadness blocks all of us from seeing clearly. I cannot laugh at his jokes, and I cannot hear him chuckle over mine. We always sang together and loved to annoy my mother with our silliness. I watched his decline, he fought, and loved with everything, his entire being was love.
If you live long enough, and stay healthy, you will see people you love suffer. Bodies deteriorate, once brilliant minds slowly fade to dementia. Even a few go completely batty. It’s hard to have compassion for the latter… Some fight long and hard. We all deserve dignity though. Nobody should have to lose their license to drive, their legs to walk or a mind that plays tricks on them.
I had to ask, even beg for some kind of answer to this puzzle that saddens me so much. Okay, it wasn’t really asking, it was more like, “what the f-bomb kind of plan is it to stick those (us humans) ‘in YOUR image’ here, and to never EVER have a happy end to a life!!!???, WHY dear Lord WHY!”
After my temper tantrum, I got that slight headache after tearing up, got quiet and felt an answer in a strange vision.
I saw the Velveteen Rabbit, a small childhood book I absolutely loved. The Rabbit, loved to pieces, was worn out by the love of a child. As I looked into the rabbits eyes in my vision, I saw a humility and loving gaze that is hard to describe. An old face appeared through my vision, the rabbit morphed into first a face; wrinkled from the sun and gravity, then i see a figure sitting in a wheelchair, shoulders slumped over, white hair, and eyes that were coated by cataracts. A kind and heartfelt woman’s voice then said to me, “This is perfection.”
The message was simple. My father had reached a form of perfection in his laughter, his spirit, and generosity. He was humble, always kind, and never one to anger quickly. I believe in synchronicities, the numbers were put in place on purpose by a higher authority. I was blessed to have him in my life, I now focus on my memories and his unforgettable personality, instead of loss. Time cannot heal all wounds, and his soul is one that is irreplaceable, not just to me, but to his father in heaven.
Perspective is everything, it can mean everything or nothing at all; that’s always our choice.
What do you think of synchronicity and numbers?
I have ideas all my own but it never hurts to ask, we are all in this together, like it or not.
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