The 11:11 Experiment
March 1, 2009
I’d heard of the the 11:11 “phenomenon” years ago, but I’d never really given it much thought. Supposedly, if you look at a clock and it says 1:11 or 11:11, something important happens. Or is happening. I’m still not sure. And I don’t get why these significant things only happen exactly 12 hours apart and at the same time for everybody in the same time zone who happens to look at the clock at that time? Sounds fishy.
Several weeks ago, a guest on Coast to Coast AM was talking about “magic numbers” and synchronicities and how they’re the universe’s way of getting our attention. Getting our attention for what, I’m still not sure. And apparently the favorite number for “the universe” or “the angels” to use is 11:11.
This struck me as a fairly easy experiment, so I’ve been keeping track of what I’m doing/thinking every time I see 11:11. Here’s my data thus far…
2/20 As soon as I woke up today, without even looking at the clock, I realized I was going to be late for a doctor appointment (my athsma has been kinda scary lately) and as I rushed around to get ready I thought, “I really need to go to bed before 3am. Then I wouldn’t have these problems.” And I looked at the clock and it was 11:11am. According to those people on the radio last night, the universe is trying to tell me to go to bed earlier. Thing is, if I went to bed earlier, I wouldn’t have heard that radio broadcast. I guess from now on I’m supposed to go to sleep earlier? Do such things exist as Divine Bedtimes? Guess it can’t hurt, though.
2/20 At Rebecca’s apartment, having a few drinks after work. There was a lull in the conversation, Rebecca focused on finding a song on the computer, I was thinking of nothing in particular. Checked my phone and it was 11:11pm. I tried to explain the 11:11 thing to Rebecca and she didn’t get it, either. Then she looked at the clock on the microwave and it was 11:11 there.
2/21 Again got up late, rolled out of bed and the time on the oven was 11:11. If I’m consistently getting up at 11am, I really do need to go to bed earlier.
2/24 Just finished making coffee, vaguely thought of what time I need to be at work – 1pm. Looked at the clock – 11:11. Which then made me think of the date and realize I have to mail some bills and go to the bank. Eesh.
2/28 I had been ransacking my cupboard looking for the chocolate chips ’cause I wanna make cookies. I had just found them and was opening the mint ones and thinking about how I was going to eat some and it would be great and the clock on the oven said 11:11. And it came true! I ate some mint chocolate chips and it was awesome! Then I realized I didn’t have enough chocolate chips to make cookies ’cause I’d been eating them. Then it was 11:12 and I realized it was too late to be baking cookies anyway.
I did a little research online last night and one of the sites I found said, “Whenever you see the sequence 111 or 1111 show up, it is a great sign of a golden opportunity. Both sequences mean that a “doorway” has opened up in which your intentions and goals will manifest extremely quickly.”
Uhm. I dunno. Maybe I need to keep going on this 11:11 log before it makes any sense. So far, the only times 11:11 has shown up are when I’m in the middle of the blandest, most mundane thoughts and activities, if any thoughts or activities at all. The universe is telling me to be boring? Or maybe to stop thinking so darn much. Or it’s saying, “Hey! You’re being boring right now! Stop it! Stop being boring!”
From now on, when I see 11:11 I will do a little jig and yell into the air above my head, “Happy now??!!?!?”
-Amanda
Very shortly after getting off the phone with you about how this 11:11 thing was stupid and I was doing it wrong, it happened. I was watching some dumb anime and the hero (or antihero, whatever) just got crushed under a collapsed wall and was going to die, to which his reaction was “It’s about damn time.” And I thought to myself “Wow, this guy’s great! That’s how I’d feel!”*
I had the same thought a day or to before that my reaction to impending doom would be “good, let’s get this shit over with, I hope it’s not too unpleasant.”
Then his spunky redhead supervisor-lady got all mad and gave him a somewhat abusive pep-talk saying she’d let him die someday but not until he’d lived as hard as he could. So he busted out of the rubble just to shut her up. And I says to myself , “Damnit! I just got abusively pep-talked too!” Then I looked at the clock and it was 11:11.
-Doug
