I can’t say for sure when my super first day was. I’ve probably had my super power – if you can call it that – all my life.
The day I saw “10191987″ spelled out in my bowl of Cheerios, however, was the day I knew I was different.
Okay, to be accurate, October 19, 1987 was the day I knew I was different. I saw “10191987″ about a week or so before Black Monday, but it wasn’t until the crash that I realized what it meant.
Other numbers followed. Could be dates, could be just numbers. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Always important. Never actionable.
11091989
5335
08021990
12251990
07252000
2
I’ve seen these numbers in rain drops on windows, in fields, in Christmas tree lights.
Once I figured out what I was seeing, I spent a lot of years trying to predict the importance of the numbers. I built spreadsheets and maps, read about numerology and cryptography, scoured every news source I could find. I never did come close to predicting anything.
After a while, I gave up. Too many possibilities, too many moving pieces.
And there’s the problem: I know ahead of time some key piece to a world-changing event, but I never know what the event will be. I can’t help avoid catastrophes; I can only verify my prediction after the fact. Hardly something to write home about.
I started ignoring the numbers. I avoided news in any format I could. No TV, no web, no print. I was happier living in ignorance and denial. Things got better for a while.
So, why I am writing about all of this now? Because recently I started seeing the same number, over and over: 10102010.
This is the first number that keeps repeating itself. I believe it’s important, perhaps the most important number I’ve ever seen. And I have no idea what’s going to happen on that date.
But maybe you do…