I pick up my phone and 4 large, perfectly identical digits are showing me the time: it’s 11.11. Make a wish, Fran!
If you’re often seeing this combination of 1s or 11s, it is said you need to pay attention to what you are thinking, because in that moment your power of manifestation increases significantly. Or at least, that is one of the many interpretations. Some simply say it means the angels are here to protect and guide you. I like the idea that it’s a sign I am in tune with the flow of the Universal energy, who will make my wish come true.
I’m staring at the time, the digits cover most of that ugly screensaver I have had on my phone for way too long: a distorted, blurry image of a recipe for making a super-healthy, green juice. If you drink one of these daily, it helps slow-down the ageing process. The image is there to remind me to make it as often as I can, but in truth, I’ve maybe attempted once? Ridiculous. I swear I blended more green juices before I set the reminder on my screen. Time to update it with a cooler photo.
Oh but wait, at the top-right corner I see I have also 11% battery left and a notification over my email app says I have 11 new messages to read. This is a biggie! What a treat, four 11s on one screen. A clear sign of divine intervention. I must send a screen-shot of this to my friend and share the news that the Universe has just given me yet another sign that I am on the right path of life. I am so excited about this. I pick a bright pink colour pencil on the edit image option and I circle each of the 11s. I crop the photo a little to make the numbers bigger.
Done. It’s ready to go and the aim is to send it on while it is still 11.11, so she can benefit from the same energy. But by the time I process my frustration over the green-juice, play around with the image and attach it to my WhatsApp bubble, the time changes to: 11.12am. And of course, in the midst of it all, I forget to make my wish. I type and send it anyway: “Missed by a fraction, meant to send this to you at 11.11”. Hopefully she won’t notice the list of ingredients in the background.
Pin! Her reply comes in almost instantly as always. Love her: “Awesome, great signs for you my lovely. 3.13pm here though…!”. Of course, the time difference! I am in India and she is in Egypt. Well, nice to think of one of your favourite persons on this planet when the energy is letting you know: you are not alone, I got you covered.
When I was little, or littler, my parents gifted me a super cool radio (slash) cassette-player (slash) alarm clock device. I was still living in France, so I must have been around 10. It was very pink, rectangular shaped, not very big. I loved it. The clock display was digital and the digits were bright red. Funnily, I was always told that red and pink colours clash. Like wearing black and brown. A big faux-pas in Italian fashion, at least back then. Of course, I disagree!
I could adjust the brightness of the digital clock, which was super advanced for its times (so I thought). It was through this beloved device and its big red numbers, that my fascination for the double 11s and double 22s started. I can’t pin-point exactly when, but I remember always feeling this special sense of luck when I caught the display showing the exact time of 11.11 in the morning or 22.22 at night.
Whenever that happened, I would quickly think of a wish, and I created an extra rule to make me really earn it. For the wish to come true, I had to stare at the time, with no blinking until the last digit changed over to the next minute.
This made me feel like I deserved my wish more, and surely after putting myself through stingy eyes for sometimes up to 59 seconds, would make the angels put extra effort in for me. There was no countdown of the seconds, so I never knew how long this torture could go on for. Silly me.
This wishes machinery had a place on my bed side for many years; at least until I moved out of my parents’, just before my 18th. I must ask mum what happened to it. I didn’t take it to London; partly because by then it was pretty out-dated and the pink had faded too.
My fascination for numbers and magical signs etc. has always stayed with me. Years later, I learnt that many others on this planet feel the same way about my double digits, and other combinations of numbers. I was so pleasantly surprised to discover that a lot of people in fact also make wishes at those times; minus the self-inflicted, painful staring at the clock rule. I maybe added this because of a subconscious belief created as I was growing up, that you must work hard to earn anything. Wishes don’t just come to you so easily. Be content with little, don’t be greedy, wishing for more than you already have etc. Wishing for more abundance while feeling very grateful for all that is plentiful in my life, is still a limitation I struggle with.
I still believe in the magic of 11.11 and 22.22 today and share it with others, whenever possible, letting them know so they get a chance to make a special wish too. Sometimes this happens in the most awkward of places. It once happened at the dentist for example. I am lying on the pulled-back chair, with funny plastic glasses on and one of those big blue bibs; and I notice the time. So pointing at the clock on the wall, I said: “before we proceed Sir, it’s 11.11, make a wish!”.