MORE THAN THREE MYSTIFYING EVENTS.

Ute Kaboolian

     During our usual egg coloring process for Easter Sunday, April 8, 2007, one of the eggs had acquired what looked like a wheel of some sort. We all admired and examined it. It wasn’t a crack. The shell was perfectly intact. There had been nothing in the process itself that could have accounted for such an unusual marking. I made a Photostat of it (see above). The date summed to 21, which sums to three, and three days later, number 3 did a number on me. It was April 11, 2007 which sums to 6 which is 2 times three. I was reading Carl Munck’s newsletter, The Code, Nr.  88, page 8 where, answering a question about Japan’s Super Nintoku Mound, Carl writes, “Grid Points had nothing to do with WHERE a mound/pyramid was built, but rather where they ARE today, at the end of God’s Pyramid Age. Remember, A.D. 2012 is only 5 years off. [My, (Ute’s), observation here is the following: 2012 sums to 5.] These aboriginal mounds have all drifted into their proper Matrix positions. It’s nothing Emperor Nintoku could have known. Only the hi-tech alien could have thought it through. As for the Nintoku Mound, what is the MOST OBVIOUS FEATURE?? l. It is surrounded by THREE MOATS OF WATER… THREE. A feature easily seen by high-flying Math Man. …”

     Here is where I stopped reading. I had wanted to order the DVD 2012: The Odyssey, a Sacred Mysteries Production. On the computer I put in what I thought was an order for two. I must have typed in 3, instead. When I attempted to change it, it wouldn’t let me do it. That’s when my friend Basha came in the door. I told her my dilemma. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll buy one from you. Oh, by the way, I brought a movie for us to watch: one of our old favorites, Close Encounters of a Third Kind. Are you in?” “I’m in,” I said. Area 31 is mentioned several times right in the beginning of the movie. I was born in ’31. So this number rings bells in my heart. Number three is not only contained in its title but also in the lead actor’s name, Richard Dreyfuss. Dreyfuss, in German, means Threefoot.

     The night of April 15, or 4-15, which I associate with our former address, 415 Greenmount Ave., I dreamed that Jane Roberts came to visit me in our new abode, in 300 (oops, another 3) Winston Drive. She looked good. Stooped over a little bit when standing, she was otherwise in great shape. She had with her a manila envelope bursting at the seams with papers and wanted to show, or give me, something. Sorting through its contents, her fingers were hurting and she asked me to give her a pine cone to make them feel better. Here I must inject that, in waking reality, my own fingers are so much better that I can make my pine cone ornaments again. I had also written a short pine cone poem, which went through too many changes. I didn’t bother to keep track of them all. In the dream, there were cones in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Jane pointed to a long twin. She told me to break it in half and give her one. She was adamant that that’s the one she wanted.

     All of a sudden, we noticed that Wolfie, our black cat, had run out into the hall. In scampered, ran and tumbled a bunch of adorable little kittens. I counted them. There were eleven. [Eleven for April 11?] I tried to call Basha to help us look for Wolfie. She lives in the same building. I had trouble dialing. Did I dial the wrong area code? It should be 201 instead of 212. Then I woke up. Written next to each other 201212 contains, of course, not only the day and month but also the year of the expected event, namely: 12-21-2012. I felt good about the dream. Neat, I thought. I guess, Armageddon isn’t what it used to be.