222
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
What's up with always seeing that out-of-place number 222? everywhere I go it seems like those digits are always flying out of somewhere right straight toward me. I no longer dream because like secret agents they are always following to the point where that's all I see
Can there be a hidden message inside are angels playing games with my mind? on 02/22/22 I met my queen and was introduced to a numeral mystery scene. what did I eat or drink that made me go down this rabbit hole where all that I see are flying angel numbers coming out at me? I only recall this happening in colder months like December hell I'm surprised at all that I chose to remember
All that I see or unknowingly look at seems to be a sign of something supernatural maybe it is because I am a ghost inside of myself today marks the 2nd anniversary of my death day and I am so damn cold, I keep shaking they had me so full of drugs to combat my mental disease they did not even take notice that the shit was killing me I had no clue what I was taking
The more that I tried stopping to understand was the moment that 222 appeared everywhere it was even a mark inside of my hand somewhat like a stigmata shit I died twice and came back to join the living and the dead it was not just the voices inside of my poetic twisted head. damn, I was either probed or came back haunted.
For now, I am one of them with my crayons paint by angel numbers I wonder if they are going to teach me how to fly and swim or is this another journey that I must take from deep within and little hints along the way saying 222 it's just me and you
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I'M always seeing this number and it just happens to be angel numbers and my aniv
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