Ain’t it funny how you can see it coming? Signs are given to ominous events. Remember the clocks and the repeated digits I kept seeing the month before? I knew they portended something. And I said so.
It has been a strange several weeks in one respect. Maybe it’s been only two weeks, it’s hard to say. Often when I look at the digital clocks now it’s often the same numeral repeated. Whether 11:11, 4:44 or like now 3:33. Makes me feel apprehensive, like something ominous is about to happen. There has been an unusual number of these lately.
As if to underscore the point, I received a phone call while writing this. Did a couple of other things and then sat back down to work. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:44. Eerie. That’s the first time it has happened two hours in a row, much less even two consecutive days. It is like a flashing signal in my individual metaphysical world. Meaningless or portentous, it’s nevertheless there. One of those things that can be experienced by nobody else but me.
I saw something was coming with that little psychic eye of mine. Indeed, had I known what, I would have been unable to function. But that flashing sign was there. That flashing sign was there. A genuine omen. I was especially chilled when it underscored itself in the above passage.