Another Friday the 13th!

Digital clock's display changing numbers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The 13th Comment

        A couple of years ago I mentioned a concept about what I referred to as The 13th Comment Phenomena.   This was in reference to an observation that I had made that I had often seen blog comments stall at the twelfth one--they might stop there period or they might merely pause until someone came along to leave the 13th comment and then they would start coming in again until the comments on that particular post had played out.

        Nearly everyone who left a comment on that post said they had not noticed this 13th Comment Phenomena.    But still the phenomena continues to catch my eye.  Repeatedly I see comments stopped at 12.  I have no problem stepping in to break through that 12th comment barrier to post the 13th comment, but in my observations it often seems that I am leaving my 13th comment many hours or even days beyond the most previous comment.   Why do many comment sections appear to stall at number twelve?   Or is it mostly a matter of something that stands out to me making the occurrence seem more prevalent than it really is?

11:11

        This numerology observation has a relationship to another idea that I posted about early in 2013 in the post What Is the Scariest Time of Day? based on another theory about why certain times of day seem to stand out more than others.  At the time I wrote that post I was often looking at the digital clocks around our house to see three of the same digits (1:11, 2:22, and so on).  The frequency at which I was seeing this seemed to stand out to me though the seemingly obvious explanation would be that I was merely noticing the anomaly of the three digits more than I would a combination of randomly different digits.

       This occurrence of happening to catch numbers at just the right moment is explained by some in the term synchronicity which is a meaningful recurrence of events or observations that are not causally related.   Another way of describing these events would be "meaningful coincidences".  A number of explanations for the observing by multitudes of certain number sequences have been offered and I would imagine we could think of many more.   Apparently the 11:11 observation has become noticed throughout the world.   Google "11:11" and you can see what I mean.

         Coincidences?   11:11, the stalling at the twelfth comment, or examples that might come to your own mind can be explained, but can those explanations be verified?   Maybe we can try an experiment right now.   Open your blog in another tab and see how many comments you have at this moment.  Let us know in my comment section where your comments have stopped for now.  If we get a preponderance of 12 comment answers, then maybe there is something to this phenomena.   

          As for me, I'll likely continue to manipulate my comment section to where I make sure I don't stall out at 12 comments.   It doesn't bother me to add the 13th comment.

            Happy Friday the 13th!   

            How many comments do you have at this moment?    What do you think of synchronicity?  Do you believe that numbers have significant meaning besides the usual purpose of counting and calculating?

          Don't forget Battle of the Bands on Sunday March 15th!

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An Unseen Force

           Yesterday morning I was going through what has now become my daily ritual  of moderating comments on my blog and checking through the Reading List of blogs that I am following.  One of the first posts that I came across was from Jane Sutton on her blog,  Jane's Ride .   She was talking about the "Law of Stackable Hamsters" and talking about coincidence as it occurs in real life and how it should be approached in fiction.  She cited a real life example of receiving a phone call from an old friend who one hasn't spoken to in a while.  The hamster stack was a funny image and she had a good point about coincidence. It's something I try to avoid when I'm writing.

           Later, as I was linking to bloggers unfamiliar to me who had commented on other blogs that I was looking at,  I came across some blogs of writers who were interested in the field of children's books.  I am not one who is interested in this topic, but whenever I go to a new blog I note what the topic is and read about it even though I might not retain the specifics of what they were talking about. These blogs that I looked at were about children's literature--fine--I may never go back and don't remember what blogs they were.

          After a while I decided that I really needed to go to the blood lab to have my blood tested for the coumadin level.  For those not familiar, coumadin is a blood thinner, which in my case is to prevent strokes and things like that.  I was overdue and the clinic had called me Wednesday to tell me that I needed to go in for a test.  I hate going to the clinic, but my morning had reached a sort of lull and I decided that I should go to get the blood test out of the way.

          When I arrived at the testing lab, I saw that there quite a few people waiting.  I figured that I would be waiting about a half an hour. I sat there in the near capacity waiting room just looking at the people, a pasttime that I always enjoy. Besides I had intended to bring a new book to start reading and I had left the book at home.  A fairly large pear-shaped man with pants pulled nearly up to his chest sat across the room from me.  I had seen him checking in at the counter and noted that he looked like a quite affable fellow.  As I watched him sitting there I noticed him pull out a new, thick paperback book and begin reading.   I envied him that he had a book to read and I didn't.  I wished I could see which book it was.  Then I guess his number must have been called because I had turned away and when I looked back he was gone.

         So I continued to wait.  No one in particular now caught my attention and I began to think about some of the problematic points in the novel I had just completed for NaNo. At that point my mind drifted. The clock read 11:50.  I began to think about Dan Holom, an old friend of mine who had been my best friend in junior high school when I lived in Crown Point, Indiana over 40 years ago. Dan eventually moved to Arkansas.  I had lost contact with him for nearly 30 years but had reconnected with him a few years back. As I sat waiting I started thinking about how I hadn't talked to Dan in a good while and I should call him.
    
        Finally, number 232 was called to the blood drawing station #19.   Relieved, I immediately got up to get my blood sample taken.  As I was leaving, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.  I looked and the display said I had a message.  Apparently there had been no reception in the waiting room. I checked the message and the voice said, "Lee, this is Dan Holom. Can you give me a call when you get a chance." He had called me at the moment that I was thinking of him in the waiting room at 11:50. Was it a coincidence?

       Consider this if you will:  in 2005 I began wondering about my friend Dan and began researching him on the internet.  I knew he had moved to Arkansas back in the 70s and had become a youth pastor at a large church, but the address and phone number that I had for him had long been obsolete. After some research I located a Dan Holom (I figured there couldn't be too many people with that name) and had an address and a phone number.  I wrote it down and put it next to my computer with the intent of calling him sometime. A few days later, I received a call at work.  I'm sure you've guessed it.  It was Dan Holom calling me.  He said he'd been trying to find me and finally had found my mother's number in Tennessee and called her.  She gave him my number. Now was that a coincidence?

        I finally got to see him the following Spring in 2006.  He had written a children's book and was coming to the Los Angeles area to meet with an illlustrator who would be collaborating with him.  I invited him to stay with my wife and I during his brief visit.  We had not seen each other for at least 30 years, but it seemed like we had just left off from yesterday.  We looked older, but the friendship was like it was. We had a great time catching up with things. Since that visit we have kept in touch by phone, email, and postal mail.

        Today when he came to mind I realized it had been two months or more since we had spoken.  After I got his message, I called him.  I asked what had happened with the children's book that he had written.  He told me that everything was ready and he just needed to find a publisher.  He was stymied and he had been praying a lot about it.  I told him how I had started this blog and that he might want to start one also. I mentioned about the blogs that I had run across that were by writers of books for children and about how starting a blog would be a good way for him to promote what he was doing and start networking.

         You might want to call it coincidence. Or some may say it was the power of prayer and God working in our lives.  You might even say that Dan and I have some kind of telepathic power going on. Whatever it is, there is some sort of unseen force in the works here.  I think its kind of cool, but it is also mysterious.

          By the way, if Dan gets his blog started and you happen to run across it, make sure you stop by to say hello to him.  He's one heck of a nice guy and I told him there's a lot of nice people out there blogging.

           What do you make of this story?  Do you believe in ESP or telepathy?  Have you had a person in your life who just seems to weave their way in and out through the years with seemingly mysterious happenstance?