by RubyLane

Created on: May 31, 2011

My Angels have a mobile no. 444

I cannot call them but they often call on my family and me

It started in the year of 1995.

And it has not stopped.

Traveling between seven time zones regularly, meant waking up in the middle of the night suffering from jetlag, usually prompted by being ravenously hungry or waking up and unable to go back to sleep - invariably, it was always on the dot of 4:44am or on occasions, waking up to 4:43 only to see it flip to 4:44

This became a constant happening.  It developed into  a topic in family conversations, and like a cancer, it spread to other members.  On starting the car, never mind what time it was, the digital clock would show 4:44 for a split second and then switch onto the real time.   On joining a freeway, the car in front would either end in 444 or start with 444. Or even switching lanes only to find the car behind was 444. This condition has now become a daily occurrence.

As the build up  and frequency increased, the need to unravel what on earth was going on intensified. This would happen several times in the day with several members of the family connecting.  Spooky was the word.  So I set myself a task to find the meaning of these extraordinary, very unnerving circumstances.

The first try was the latitude and longitude of 4:44   It transported  me to the Languedoc region and a place called Monoblet in France.  It was the stuff of history, wars,  past lives, but  there was no connection between Monoblet and me.    

The second try was tying it with events, some good ones some bad ones, but they didn’t match up.   And with that I came to a dead end.   For some reason I was convinced it was from another world, so I plucked up the courage to arrange for a medium.

So the third and final try was a little scarier; a séance with a medium.  That produced a mumbo jumbo concoction but left with a coded message that I was never alone.  That there  was an angel by me at all times.   Flattered, with a spring in my step, having been nearer to Godliness, I still was not convinced.  At the back of my mind the experiences with the numbers 444 were still very mystical.  The quest to find this answer was a continuing conundrum.

And so we just lived with it.   Always in surprise whenever it appeared.  Always comforted when there was danger present.

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