He stood in line at the bank, his own private reality running spitting and sputtering through his head. He could see the people around him going about their own day, with their own shadows, mouths moving, but he heard only his own thoughts:
sort this out
no more yelling
take more vitamins
make better decisions
feel sorrow, but not regret
get a fucking hobby
become a "real boy"
When he suddenly overheard the tailend of the conversation going on between two women in front of him,
"Stop at 11:11" She said to the other.
He did not wait for her response and went back into the crevises of his own perception, drowning out the words going on around him.
All would have seemed normal, except for the strange, reacurring paradox of everytime he came to, from his thoughts, he overheard the same constant phrase,
Stop at 11:11
and what an odd thing to hear. Each public place he was, first the bank, the laundry mat, the grocers--like little ghosts inside his head and he was beginning to wonder, not only why but what exactly it meant.
stop at 11:11
He drifted back into his random thoughts;
another day another dolllar
lost and alone
stop at 11:11 (he overheard)
immense and immersed
the eye of god
the hum of the earth
very very dizzy
spiders in the closet
stop at 11:11 (there it was again)
snakes and ladders
devil at the door
watch for signs
the sigh of angels
The day sped by and the future was now the present. The mystery of the night surrounded him. Moths looked for light. He was paying attention to the smells of the dark, the sounds of humming street lamps.
He walked past a stranger.
"Got the time?" Stranger asked.
He looked at his watch,
"11:10." He replied and his heart sank with an eerie electrical feeling. He stopped. The minute passed, it was now 11:11. He stood very still at the curb of the intersection, motionless, wondering what strange events would unfold around him. There are no coincidenses, he realized and the overheard conversations were a sign, he could now feel it.
cars passed in their normal way.
no sirens or freak flashes of lightening.
nothing had happend.
He laughed out loud at himself, waited for the light to change, then crossed the street. He walked the rest of the uneventful way back home.
(he walked the rest of the way home, without the knowledge that he had course corrected the universe. He will never know exactly what would have happend if he would not have stopped, if he would have ignored the signs and taken just a few more steps into the future.
He is completley unaware.
He will never know.
and neither will we.)
What signs will you pay attention to today?
(maybe this is one of them)