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What is numerology?

At the beginning of civilization, man invented the alphabet and the written word.  The early writing systems did not have numbers, so letters were assigned to represent numbers. In the Hebrew alphabet, for example, Alef (א) represented 1, Bet (ב) represented 2, Gimel (ג) represented 3, etc.  The Roman numbers made from the letters C, D, I, L, M, V, and X are more familiar to us today and we use them on clock faces, book chapters, and movie production dates.  The Roman number LIX represents 59, where the L is 50, the X is 10 and the I to the left of the ten subtracts 1 from the 10.  Notice that LIX could be pronounced in English like “licks” or “likes”.  This type of association of numbers with words and meanings is the basis of the ancient numerology.

There are many systems of numerology, but they all seek esoteric and mystical relationships between numbers, words, and the physical objects that the words represent.  Numerology, like astrology, has been classified as a pseudoscience because the purported associations between numbers and objects are arbitrary and based on traditions and beliefs that do not have an objective origin.  Numerological divination was practiced by early mathematicians, such as Pythagoras, but numerology is not part of mathematics today.

The association of words and numbers is practiced on a large scale today for encoding alphabetic characters in computer records.  Computers can only work with numbers, and mappings such as EBCDIC, ASCII, and UTF-8 specify how those numbers are to be interpreted to represent letters and words.

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Fear of Friday the 13th


Fear of the number 13 is called Triskaidekaphobia.  Although the origins of this superstition have been lost in antiquity, they still persist in our modern world.  In Hispanic and Greek cultures Tuesday the 13th is considered an “unlucky” day, but in English folklore it is Friday the 13th.  The superstitions about the number thirteen are so ingrained in society that they even affect architectural decisions.  The building in which I live does not have a 13th floor, as you can see in the elevator panel above.

Yesterday, was Friday the 13th, and I had a particularly unlucky day.  Actually, it could have been worse, but I am glad that it wasn’t.  It all started with my usual TGIF celebration which consists of going to a restaurant for dinner and having a relaxing evening at home.  But not last night.

The French food was a complete disaster.  I ate only half of the food because it was too much, but nevertheless, I woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache.  I don’t think that the food was bad, it was just too salty and my organism is not used to so much salt.  I probably had dehydration cramps.  My girlfriend ordered something that had some crab meat and something else with a strange French name.  She should have heeded her instinct when the waiter asked if that was what she really wanted and whether she had had it before.  She asked “What is it?”, the waiter explained that if she liked sardines or anchovies she might like it.  mmhhh…  At this point I thought that she would change her mind, but no, she is an adventurous gourmand.

Too bad.  During the middle of her culinary adventure, it seemed to me that she looked a little bit green.  At about this time she offered to let me try her dish.  Having once been duped into tasting a horribly vile fishy morsel, I politely declined.  Then she confessed that she really didn’t like the dish, and that the mystery ingredient with the French name seemed to be some kind of raw roe or organ which was too fishy and unpleasant.  We left the restaurant in a less than pleasant mood.

But Friday the 13th had not worked its full magic yet.  The worst part was about to happen on the way home.  The first sign of trouble sounded like a pop as we passed a car that had been stopped by a police car.  I did not realize then that my rear tire had blown out and was leaking slowly.  As I turned into the cloverleaf to get on Washington’s outer belt, Route 495, I felt the car sway in an unusual way.  The steering became harder, and then I realized that I had to pull to the edge of the road.

Fortunately, the blowout was on the right wheel along the curb of the road, otherwise I would not have been able to change the tire without risking my life.  I fiddled in the dark with the jack and the spare tire while my girlfriend held a flashlight.  The flashlight gave up the ghost after a few minutes.  I managed to get the spare tire on in the dark.  When I tried to get back on the road, there were some strange noises from the wheel that I had changed.  I could not drive.  I called the Mercedes help line, and a knowledgeable assistant asked me if I had changed the tire myself.  When I said yes, he mentioned that the spare tire uses shorter wheel bolts than the regular wheels and suggested that this might be the problem.

I looked back through my toolkit using the cabin light of the car and there I found the five shorter bolts that I needed.  I jacked the car up again and replaced the bolts in the dark.  Now the car could move, but there was still some drag.  I drove home slowly, which was eight miles away, and I could hear that the rear brake calipers were dragging on the disk.  Evidently, the longer bolts had bent something.  The tire was under warranty.  I changed it on Saturday, but it cost me $101 Dollars to replace it after credit for residual value.  The brake repairs will have to be done on Monday, and they will probably be a lot more expensive than the tire.  This is a Friday the 13th that I will not soon forget.

Running out of gas – My lucky day

I have only run out of gas twice in my life.  The first time, I had been moving from one apartment to another, and I had a very busy schedule.  I completely forgot that cars ran on gas.  Lo, and behold, as I was driving down the street, my car started to sputter.  Dazedly, I looked at the gauges, and sure enough, the gas tank was completely empty.  This was in the days before there were red little warning lights on the gauges that let you know that your gas was low.

Fortunately, it was my lucky day!  The car stopped right in front of a house where the owner was mowing his lawn and he had a can of gas right there.  Seeing my predicament, he poured his gallon of gas into my tank and would not take any money.  Of course, gas cost about 50 cents per gallon in those days.  It was not a major investment like today.  I thanked him profusely and went on my merry way – directly to the gas station.

The second time I ran out of gas was because of an accident.  I was driving in my Buick Century down a freeway with my son, and all of a sudden, the car in front swerved to the left.  By the time I realized why he had swerved, I was on top of a big chunk of metal that probably had fallen off a truck.  Clink! Clank! Thunk! These were the sounds that I heard as the metal hit the underside of my car.  My tires were OK, but as I continued further, I noticed that my gas gauge was dropping quite fast.  I looked back in the mirror and saw a trail of gasoline.   My first thought was “I hope the car doesn’t catch on fire”, as I kept going.  There was an exit coming up.  I ran out of gas as I entered the exit and coasted right into a gas station that was in the right place at the right time.  I was really lucky!  The gas station specialized in gas tank repairs.  I called a neighbor to give me a ride home and lived happily ever after.

Akashic Records, Collective Consciousness, and Remote Viewing

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Akashic Records, whose name is derived from the Sanskrit word “Akasha” meaning “space”, are supposed to contain all knowledge from all human experiences in the Universe. The Akashic Records are frequently described as a library that is constantly updated whenever any person anywhere thinks a thought. The mystic Edgar Cayce (March 18, 1877 – January 3, 1945) claimed to be able to answers questions about health, astrology, and reincarnation by accessing the Akashic Records when he was in a state of self-induced trance. The Association for Research and Enlightenment (A.R.E.) based in Virginia Beach, offers a variety of therapies in keeping with the spirit and philosophy of the Edgar Cayce readings. Edgar Cayce Centers are now found in 25 countries and each year attract thousands of curious people, scholars, researchers, philosophers, and even health care professionals.

Interest in mysticism and paranormal phenomena seems to fulfill a human need for absolute knowledge which science cannot provide. Some companies are running very profitable businesses by encouraging people to explore the power of their subconscious by tapping into the Universal Energy which is within the reach of enlightened individuals. There is a web site that for $98 Dollars will sell you six cassette tapes to teach “remote viewing”, a technique to access subconscious and universal mind information in space and time so that present, past, and future events are revealed.

Akashic Records, Collective Consciousness, and Remote Viewing are philosophies for which there is no proof and which cannot be scientifically verified. Remote viewing (the current version of “clairvoyance”) is a fancy way of doing thought experiments, or brainstorming about something that you know nothing about. Any findings produced through remote viewing or access to Akashic Records without physical observations or background knowledge cannot be much better than wild guesses. We can have a greater awareness of our surroundings and can even make some insightful predictions by paying close attention to our perceptions and by using our power of deduction.

One Million Dollar Challenge:
The James Randi Educational Foundation, a not-for-profit organization which was established in 1996 to promote critical thinking, offers a prize of one million Dollars to any person who can demonstrate any psychic, supernatural or paranormal ability of any kind under mutually agreed conditions. To date, the prize remains unclaimed.

Conversation with Madame Flora

Madame Flora

Madame Flora conducts free psychic chats that help clients think about their problems. Everybody can solve their own problems with a little encouragement. Here is a transcript of a recent conversation with a client:

Client: future career
Mme. Flora: Do you have any goals? Your goals determine your future. What field interests you?
Client: no
Mme. Flora: You sound unhappy. What did you eat for lunch?
Client: pizza, I am happy
Mme. Flora: Has your treatment made you happy?
Client: treatment?
Mme. Flora: We must have a bad connection. I am getting some typos and broken lines.
Client: maybe
Mme. Flora: Can’t you be more positive?
Client: i am positive
Mme. Flora: Positive thoughts can calm your nerves. What is your favorite sport?
Client: sleepingbag sliding
Mme. Flora: Beauty is the source of all true art and all science.
Client: is it?
Mme. Flora: Does talking about this bother you?
Client: no
Mme. Flora: Moving on to greener pastures… What is your favorite animal?
Client: koala
Mme. Flora: You will be sorry if you kiss an elephant in the lips.
Client: ?

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