I see the number 42

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Seeing the number 42 has been a strange occurrence for me because it’s something that I simply cannot explain, and I find it often where my attention goes. For over two years now, I have been confronted with seeing this number in enough places and often enough to at least question it. The very fact that I have seen it enough to question it bugs me, because there is no conclusive answer for why it is happening, but it is. It just is! There is no other number that has made such an impression on me to even bother looking into it. Sometimes I feel like a complete idiot for even mentioning it. Some of the looks that I get from people prompt me to question my own sanity.

When I wake up in the morning without an alarm, I will frequently, at least it seems to me to be frequently, wake up at the 42nd minute of whatever hour it is. This has happened in succession, three or four days in a row, multiple times. I have woken up in the middle of the night for no reason that I can see, looked at the clock, and it will be on the 42nd minute. I’ve hung up my cell phone on countless occasions to see that the conversation lasted 42 seconds, or however many minutes and 42 seconds. I’ve had my head down staring at the sidewalk walking down the street for a solid 10 minutes, hear a car buzz by, look up for an instant, and the license plate will have the numbers 442, or 422, or 142. This has happened so many times that it has made me laugh out loud right on the street.

Once, I went to a local grocery store and bought a single banana. You can guess how much it cost. At my job, in a single day, within an hour, I saw two customer key names that included both the name Dave and the number 42 on one and 420 on the other. I’ve bought seemingly numerous sky train tickets to see that the expiry time is on the minute. Recently, I saw a show on television (and I very rarely watch television) on the national geographic channel (channel 42 where I live) that was called “42 ways to kill Hitler”. I have friends that can attest to the hilarity of seeing the number as well.

I’ve shared it with a lot of people in my life and have gotten different feedback about it. Many people have put in the effort to find a reason for it. I have also done this myself. These reasons have a broad range. Some have said that there is no meaning to it, that it is just my experience. Others have told me that I actually want to see it, and so I do. I know for my own self that I did not have the desire to spark a relationship with a number, and in fact 42, wherever it appears, has never been of any significance in my life or in my day to day observations until this all started roughly two years ago. I have heard, and have considered, that I’m partially insane and that there is nothing more present than my noticing the coincidence. Some people simply don’t believe me. Maybe 42 has always been as present as when I started noticing it. Maybe it hasn’t. I just know that I have made the observation of its frequency. Maybe it has nothing to do with the number itself, but rather with me. I have taken that into account, but still have no conclusive answer as to why.

Some have made the suggestion that I focus on another number and then I will start seeing that number. What those who make these suggestions don’t understand is that I placed absolutely no focus in being initially confronted with 42, so why would I make any effort to look for another number to somehow disprove any significance of 42? I have never made any conscious, active effort to seek out and focus on a number in my life. What bugs me the most is the division of understanding between those are eager to find a (usually dismissive) answer and the mere fact that there is a mystery here that I know exists but cannot explain or convey to those most skeptical of any sort of unexplainable observed mystery that cannot be verified by any amount of evidence. The only evidence I can give you is that I see it. A lot. Enough to bug me. Enough to ask why it’s happening. Believe me, or don’t.

I’ve also had discussion that there is something about the number there for me specifically, a sign of sorts, and that 42 somehow has a meaning other than to act as a mere composite integer, and that it has made an appearance in many places of significance. On Doreen Virtue’s website “Number Sequences From the Angels”, seeing 4’s and 2’s has significance (you can find the site at: http://spiritlibrary.com/doreen-virtue/number-sequences-from-the-angels). In the comic science fiction series The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (which I have never seen, but have been told about), the number 42 is the “ultimate” answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. Unfortunately, the question is still unknown. If I type in a search on Google, with quotes as specific as “significance of the number 42”, I get 17,000 results. There are reportedly 42 energy points on the human body, divided up into the 7 chakras with 6 energy points on each.

At the end of the movie Abyss, there is an ongoing scene that includes people and ships and an alien-looking craft in the middle of the ocean. In one part of the scene, on the side of one of the ships, is the number 42, with no other writing or numbers throughout the entire scene or in that shot. My friends and I watched this movie over a year ago because we had seen every other movie that we had, but we had not yet watched Abyss. When I saw the number on the side of the ship, I had to pause and point out the ridiculousness of it. Perhaps it was completely meaningless. Perhaps not.

I’ll leave this entry with the following, and this is especially for you skeptical folk out there who think you know a lot. I know, for my own self, that I have observed the presence of the number 42 to an extent that it has made me question why I see it as often as I do and often when I am specifically looking for a number, such as when I’m looking for the time, or a price, and so on. I am verifying for you, in this entry, that this is a mystery, and that I am not alone in acknowledging the existence of this mystery. Why I’m seeing it like this, I do not know. What significance it has for me or in general, or for anybody else who may be having a similar experience, I cannot answer. All I can verify for my own self is that I have observed it sufficiently to question it.

It may be the most mundane observation without any significance whatsoever, but it has been part of my experience of being alive, and as much as I would like to know why, the answer is elusive, and yet I cannot dismiss, reduce, or otherwise explain away its presence. The only thing I know for sure is that it has appeared enough for me to ask why. That’s it. I cannot attribute seeing 42 to anything conclusive. I’ve guessed at why. I’ve come up with reasons that I cannot support. But there it is. It’s happening. It is a mystery, and it is a mystery that is occurring as far as I can see it, and to date, no suggestion or conclusion has been definite enough for me to verify any significance or insignificance. It’s just there, and it keeps happening, so there you go - 42!

Can you see that something is missing?

In the last three years, I have watched numerous people in my personal life transform their perspectives with respect to the world around them. These people have opened up, shared new thoughts and ideas, and have grown in ways that seem to defy time. Most importantly, they have embraced a greater sense of love and trust.

One of the aspects of this ongoing awakening is the perspective that, on a global, societal level, something is missing. There is “some thing” going on that doesn’t make sense. In discussion, many of us have agreed, for example, that September 11, 2001, was not what we have all been led to believe that it is. I now know more people that see this than don’t. More of my friends think that something was missing, or even wrong, with that entire event and what we have learned from it as a society, than people who believe that nothing is amiss there. As more people come together and agree that something is missing, the less insane I feel for thinking and speaking the same vibe.

I can confidently say, and having the backing of many friends and family, that we are collectively poised to reveal that something is missing. The debate is no longer whether events like 9/11 were crooked and that the actions following have been built on nothing more than a devious and murderous lie. That is a given now. If you cannot see that something is fishy with respect to events like 9/11, you are on the outskirts of a growing perspective that is building a powerful force, and it’s not going to stop. Information is moving faster than ever, and truth draws out true power, which ultimately lies in all of us, together. That force is based in something greater than the old values and interests that have been operating throughout the last several generations.

As our combined perspective grows, and we cast our net across each other’s on the foundation of truth and love, that which is based in neither is brought to light immediately. This is what I believe is happening right now, and will continue for the next several months. As this grows, like a balloon, eventually it will fill up with enough truth that it will pop, and it will simply be undeniable that, looking back on all of this, something was missing.

What that something is that is presently missing, we cannot prove. Where it came from, we just don’t know. But we can all feel this, can’t we? We can feel that there is something just not quite right with the whole way of our being on planet Earth. I’ve always been perplexed by the continuation of the problems we face as a species. We’re simultaneously indoctrinated into the idea that we’re the most brilliant, advanced, thinking species on the Earth. And then our actions seem to reveal the opposite. But in that opposite, something is missing, and it isn’t just the way we “do things”. In the end, we’re going to learn some amazing lessons, and I believe we will march into the future all the better for it, and hopefully, treat our world, and each other, better as well.

But right now, in the meantime…Can you see that something is missing?

Show Me The Money!!!

One of the most astounding ironies I’ve learned in living in the land of the free is the relationship between money and education. Why is this ironic? Because there really is no relationship, and I think that is bizarre. I’ll put the two side by side in the fashion I like. Here goes.

Money: We use it every single day of our lives. It “makes the world go round”. It is the driving force behind arguably every decision to do with government, business, and household finance, and, to no exclusion, education. Money, and what it represents, has been the material glue to our expanding global culture. In its more modern form, money has played a role in every single person’s life in the entire world. There it is, it’s that simple.

Public Education: Not a single course about money. Math class taught the principles of counting money, but there was, and is, not one course in the public education system (in Canada or the U.S., as far as I know) that directs students to understanding how money works, where it comes from, its history, and its emphasis throughout our lives. Its importance is assumed, and that’s it.

So my question to you is - What do you think about a system that has built itself on the foundation of raising, educating, and informing our youth and helping them learn the skills they need to succeed in tomorrow’s world, while leaving absent an entire field of study about a subject that affects every single person throughout the entire world every day of our lives?

The next question to ponder is – why is this set up in place?

What is the purpose of pursuing an education system that excludes a field of study that involves a subject that includes everybody?

Our Dirty Little Human Family Secret – September 11, 2001

“That we may have actually, collectively, together, all of us, made a mistake in judgment that cost thousands of lives, hundreds of billions of dollars, and nine years of internationally invasive behavior is just too colossal to even talk about on an adult level now.”


There is a debate brewing, but we seem mostly concerned with sweeping the subject of this debate under the carpet. Problem is that it is bubbling loudly now, especially on the Internet. All one has to do is type a few words into Google to see how many results come up.

So we’re all playing a little game of pretend, and have been for at least nine years that I can see. The problem that we are facing together with events like September 11, 2001, is that it has showcased to all of us that there actually is something very wrong here, something missing about the way our Earthly endeavor is moving forward, but we cannot collectively accept it. We just cannot seem to break that barrier, and this is a conflict that has maintained its energy for a reason. As soon as I mention 9/11 in any way shape or form, people walk away. People stop reading. Those out there who would point the finger and yell “conspiracy theorist” do not understand the nature of the bulge in the carpet of our global living room, nor does there seem to be any willingness to just have an open discussion about it. The door is shut, father hath spoken. And a whole lot of people are sitting on the other side of the room yelling back “wake up!” The response comes back “stop being so negative”, followed by “wake up!” again. I’m tired of the arguing, whatever it’s about. Let’s talk about this in an open, accepting way that behooves us to listen and give feedback, because clearly, there is something to talk about, or we wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have written this.

It’s not the facts about the 9/11 conspiracy theories that disturb me. What is disturbing is the ongoing unwillingness, the resilience, from those allergic to any idea to do with conspiracies to even talk about any of it in adult fashion. The discussion is closed. This matter is final.

Like our financial woes and our environmental woes and all the other woes that we are all woeing about in this guilt-ridden year we’ve walked into, we are living in a global society of denial. Here we are, trying to pull together solutions, praying and hoping for peace on Earth while weapons development pulls in billions, and here is this magnificent bulge in the carpet that has become so obvious, so troubling, and so threatening to the unsustainable way we are living our lives, that we’re busy trying to put out unusually long-burning fires that aren’t even really there. Why are we doing this? We are a dysfunctional family, and the fact that we cannot admit that is even more telling. We’re blaming (and bombing) minds thousands of miles away, when it’s becoming ever more clear, to me at least, that it is none other than the minds within ourselves that we may have to look at a little more closely.

I’m not going to point the finger and cry conspiracy about 9/11. But I have to ask why there are so many people that are calling this out, and why there is such a massive resistance to listening to it at all. In conversation, it’s not that people question these theorists on what they are talking about regarding 9/11. There is a presence, even from some of the most intelligent people I’ve met, of relentless hostility to the very idea of even discussing the possibility that what we think happened was a lie. It’s not just that there is a war about factual information, and that the side that accepts the official account has built its case. There is a relentless hostility to the simple act of asking questions about this event. Conspiracy freaks! Morons! I’ve seen some big-time name-calling when it comes to all of this, as if that is going to strengthen the resistance to seeing the elephant in the living room. I’ve even read denouncing sentiment related to the popularity of these 9/11 inside-job theories. It’s a popularity contest now! Forget discussion. Start accusing. Start name-calling. That is a trademark of denial if ever there was one. And we’re doing it together now. Happy together!

This hostility reflects our society-wide inability to look both within ourselves for the truth, and without, for all deception begins with self-deception, and until we can see this and observe it and discuss it, we remain a conflicted, dysfunctional human family, unable to admit that one big one may have slipped us by, that we may have been actually fooled, that we are not quite as integillent as we thought we were, that we might have been just a little too naïve and distracted and unaware to see the truth for what it really was. That we may have actually, collectively, together, all of us, made a mistake in judgment that cost thousands of lives, hundreds of billions of dollars, and nine years of internationally invasive behavior is just too colossal to even talk about on an adult level now. We’re a drunken family. Too innocent (yeah right) to look further. Too busy to pay attention. Too happy to care. And we are, and have been, bombing minds as a consequence of our inability to look within ourselves and come together on the truth that enhances our real strengths and enlightens our spirits. In trying to be adult about this conflict, I’m a little frightened by the resistance to the mere discussion of said conflict. To me that spells trademark dysfunction, mystification, and dishonesty. What about you?

This conflict in judgment has become so telling that one of the buildings that fell that day apparently, publicly, knowingly, officially, governmentally, media-ly, didn’t happen! And in our silence of the issue we are complicit in this double-think. No third building came down in New York that horrible day; we have always been at war with Eurasia. I don’t need to be any kind of a conspiracy theorist to ask why we are told that there are five lights in the room when, clearly, there are only four; why we have been told (repeatedly) that two buildings collapsed that day when, clearly, there were actually three (unless you’re going to try and convince me and a whole lot of other people that our eyes are out of focus and we’re not seeing properly). Am I a conspiracy theorist because I’ve learned something and you haven’t?

I know three buildings collapsed that day. Does that make me a conspiracy theorist right there? Just for knowing that? Should I start questioning my own sanity because I’ve been repeatedly told that there were, in “fact”, and in the official account, only two? Are my eyes and memory playing tricks on me, and have been for nine years? Really? Is it me that’s playing head games with you, Mr. Green? Shit, if I type “building 7” into Google right now, all top ten results show something that, officially, never even happened. In fact, some of results are articles claiming to debunk this event…that never officially happened! How hilarious is that? How can that not be questionable? But enough about observations.

So we’re all merrily playing pretend here, and we know we are playing pretend, that’s the hilarious bit. We’re a family that has a dirty little secret. One of the older kids wanted to have his way and so he hurt us, but we’re not going to talk about that because he’s a big, mean bully, packing weaponry, and we don’t believe that we’re strong enough to stand up to him. In fact, he’s threatened us sufficiently that, despite our looking about here and there, we’ve managed to believe that there is no him. We quietly hear the voice reminding us that we’re just consumers with jobs, not human beings with spirit. But there he is, he’s lying to us, and because of this and because we bought it out of fear, and that we maintain our judgment that we’re not actually afraid and that we made the right call in our heads about this, and that we are “getting on with our lives”, he’s off across the world bombing other children’s children. We’re pretending that nothing dirty happened on September 11, 2001, that what we’ve been told through our “official” outlets and media was true. The arguments coming up against this have become overwhelming, and have plastered the entire Internet, and now that sense of relentless hostility has equally made its presence known online. The problem is that one of these two forces is wrong, and its foundation has not been founded on the truth, and it will fall apart because this is a conflict surrounding the truth. Both stories cannot be correct. Perhaps neither are correct. Where are we left then? What do we agree upon as truth within this conflict?

How long are we going to play pretend for? Deny it, shove it away, convince yourself you see five lights and that we’ve always been at war with Eurasia, this one is not going to go away until it is resolved. Nor should it go away, because that dirty little secret we’re keeping is a lid on something much bigger, and, secretly, we all know that too.

A Page of the New Paradigm

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It now seems, as of June 2010, that we are poised towards an incredible truth that has gone largely unnoticed by our human family - that we are not alone in this universe, and that we are far more than physical manifestations. Breaking through this barrier on a collective level now seems to be one of the most pressing and yet difficult situations that we have come across up to this point in our combined reality. It's just so unbelievable. We have been indoctrinated beyond comprehension, and if you can't see that by this point, you aren't asking questions that you should be. We have been indoctrinated to not question this reality, to accept it for what it is. The time to change our attitudes on this is now, and we need to start to do it together, or we risk being further divided by these unquestioned lies that bury the truth of who we truly are, and what we are actually doing here. How do we come together on this?

The lies have become so obvious that I don't even feel like I am a part of this world anymore. In my search for the truth, I have alienated myself on so many levels. I have been called out on being a conspiracy theorist, a degenerate, immature, a negative person obsessed with negative things, and a failure. But you know what? I have become an honest person, and I stand for the truth. I will question anything about myself, my knowledge, my lack of knowledge, or anything in this world without a moment's hesitation. I fear no investigation. I can say this with confidence. Can you?

A critical mind is not a negative mind. Acquiring that perspective along with this personal change has taken a great deal of effort, and the reward has been mixed. But it is a reward, a direction, that was inevitable. It was inevitable because the pain, suffering, and poverty of the lies that I have inflicted upon myself and others have gotten incredibly old. At this point, I would rather die than lie, because I have taken a very close look at what lies have done to us and to myself. This oppression has to stop. Our creativity has been stifled long enough. Enough. The truth is so real and powerful and points towards the goodness of where we come from, ultimately love itself, that it has forced me to see the lies within myself, and then, outside of myself.

If you actively give birth to lies in your life, or fail to question the lies around you through naivete or mere disinterest, you are perpetuating an unsustainable path that has now hit a breaking point. That breaking point is staring our species in the global face. We have to respond. Wake up now or go back to sleep for a long, long time.

Divided by lies, we will remain forever conquered. The truth must be the force that will unite us in questioning, for it is this force that we can all understand and respect and, in contemplation, take within ourselves and share with each other. We are now on the precipice of opening up a new reality that encompasses this truth, and does not suppress it. How...HOW can we do this together?

I ask you, now, right now, in reading this - how are we going to, on a collective level, question the lies that are the foundation of our current society, and guide one another towards the inevitable truths of the next society? How will we create new truths, new foundations that we can allow each other to be a part of? Now is the time to do this. But how? We have to find an answer, and we have to do it together. Only by doing this together will we have the combined strength to break through and move forward. But how?