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The 4th Dimension

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“This sign from your Spirit Guides signifies their disagreement with your thoughts and feelings and can be interpreted as a Cosmic ‘No!’ to questions you have asked or ideas you may have.”

The 444 that you see, is a representation of the fourth dimension as seen from a perspective of the third dimension. You are moving into the fourth dimension. Your relationship to everything around you is now changing and this is representative of this movement. This is a time to incorporate mastery of self. This is the time to step into your empowerment. Though the attributes of the fourth dimension keep you from seeing yourself as empowered, know that incorporating empowerment techniques will serve you well at this time. Every time you see the 444 remember Mastery and Empowerment.”

The angels are surrounding you now, reassuring you of their love and help. Don’t worry because the angels’ help is nearby.”

Number Sequences from Our Spirit Guides



The past several weeks, I’ve been seeing the numbers ‘444’ whenever I looked at the time on my phone (my wrist watch is an analogue). A few times, I’ve even seen it on the time counters of the computer games I play (Castleville, for the curious).

I’ve been anxious, and worried, and looking out for my own safety. It doesn’t help that there’s already been a few deaths and serious illnesses amongst family members of colleagues within my department of only 21 people, and all within this year. The number ‘4’, to the Chinese, means ‘death’. And repeated thrice…. well, you get the drift. I’ve shared this with a few friends – hoping for some reassurance that this was just stress-related; mayhaps an insight into the meaning of the repeated numbers; but mostly, worried that I might die suddenly, I wanted at least a few people to know the preceding… events.

I don’t know why I hadn’t looked this up on the internet sooner. (Thank you, Google!) But I have, just now – after having encountered the repeated numbers, this time on Scramble with Friends.


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I finally stop running and looking over my shoulder, trying to catch the shadows.

I gradually slow my steps.

There is no one; nothing to run from.

I feel my right foot slide forward quietly to meet my left.

The air stills.

All is quiet.

I am listening now.


Written by The Intimate Stranger

December 26th, 2012 at 12:16 am

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