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.
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…