The Winter Solstice tolled at 11:48 last night.
Numerologically speaking, 11 represents an altered state of consciousness, intuitiveness, and illumination. 48 reveals divine humanity, the spiritual aspirant uniting with its celestial potential.
There’s a wee bit of magic in numbers. I was never all that talented in math, but the shape and resonance of its numerals have always intrigued me.
Next week, on Tuesday, the 29th of December, we’ll be gathering at Goose Creek to celebrate the life of our departed friend. It seems a fitting time to do so.
It will have been 48 weeks to the day that he passed, at the age of 48 years, 8 months and 10 days (or 255 days).
Numbers can drive you crazy when you get to playing with them.
48 or 4+8 = 12 which is three 4s. Factor in the 255 days, of 2+5+5 = 12 and we dance that same old dance again. That makes six 4s, which is 24.
So we celebrate the 48 years lived, which breaks down to 24, as we honor the 48 weeks since he passed, again 24. Which those both break down to 6 (ie 2+4), which is the symbol of completeness, of creation.
Brent loved numbers even more than me. He had a talent for doing the numbers dance and I fondly remember long evenings spent with him juggling sums and developing connections between people, places, and events based on how the math worked out.
Brent and I shared the same magic number: 8, but I always preferred it lying down, infinite and self-consuming.
So, on December 29, 2015 (1+2+2+9+2+0+1+5 = 22 = 2+2 = 4) we will honor Brent (5+1+7+1+9+6+6 = 35 = 8) with tall tales and a warm fire.
Of all the places we used to gather out at the Mississinewa, Goose Creek is the ideal location. It’s certainly the least changed of our old haunts.
It’s quiet, reflective, and hallowed ground.
And I’ve played around with the math of it. It checks out…
(7+1+5+1+5+1+9+5=34=7 / 3+1+8+5+5=1+1=26=6 / 6+7=13=4)