My favorite number isn’t 47. It’s 16. I was born on the 16th day of the 11th month. I just naturally gravitate to 16 and variations of it like 4 and 8.
But when I arrived to Australia (Nov 2015), I kept saying 47. It would be my answer for anything number related.
How many kilometers do I have to go? 47.
How long is this gonna take? 47 minutes, 47 hours, 47 days, etc.
If it needed a numerical answer, 47 was what I would say.
Today, I had a much needed phone call with my soul sista, Heather aka HaytherMaree.
I’ve written about this rockstar before. (You can read “For Heather”).
It has been about 5 months or so since we spoke last, but the moment we connected, it was as if no time had passed at all. The test of true friendship in my opinion. We brought each other up to speed on each other’s life and then she said that she has this thing, “47.”
What? Get out of my head!
She shared her story 47 story, I shared mine.
We discussed “47” and it only solidified our sisterhood and friendship even more. And, she taught me that 47 was a prime number. I don’t remember that shit from school. I mean, I can barely remember where I put my keys when I get home.
Why am I sharing this? To be honest, I don’t know, but I feel it’s pretty damn special. I know the number 47 has some sort of significance in my life. I may just not know what it is right now.
All the research I’ve done says the same thing about the meaning of the number 47:
– spirit guides are sending a message, saying that the path I have chosen is the right one
– confirmation from spirit guides that current thoughts are what will get you to said goals
Maybe that’s all true. Maybe it’s all a bunch of horseshit and my brain just likes that number.
Who’s to say?
Until the Universe reveals it’s cosmic plan to me, I’ll keep believing that 47 is special because it is and Universe, I’m listening, so feel free to speak even clearer to me instead of in symbols. Help a sista out!
PS: Heather, you’re an amazing human and I’m grateful for you my sista-from-another-mista.
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