{"id":316,"date":"2012-04-18T19:01:13","date_gmt":"2012-04-18T09:01:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ddixon.me\/?p=316"},"modified":"2012-04-18T19:01:13","modified_gmt":"2012-04-18T09:01:13","slug":"wednesday-18th-april-444","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/?p=316","title":{"rendered":"Wed, 18th April &#8211; 444"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/444.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ddixondotme.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/444.png?w=150\" alt=\"\" title=\"444\" width=\"150\" height=\"120\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-344\" \/><\/a>OK, this rant is going to be a weird one bordering on the &#8216;looney tunes&#8217; and venturing into the &#8216;what the&#8217; &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>For the past 6 months or so I&#8217;ve been seeing the numbers 444 quite often and ordinarily I wouldn&#8217;t have blinked an eye lid, nor even shrug my shoulders as I would with the cocky confidence of someone who hadn&#8217;t broken one of their shoulders in a rugby game 3 years ago. Actually, lets not go there since Brad always reminds me that my come back ended after only 20 mins of play into the season. The words &#8216;pussy&#8217; and &#8216;cry baby&#8217; often accompany his taunts, just wait till he turns &#8216;almost&#8217; 50.<\/p>\n<p>You wouldn&#8217;t believe the number of times I would wake up at 4:44am, or check the time in the afternoon and it&#8217;s 4:44pm. I count the occassions only where I would unconsciously or randomly check the clock. Another time, Brad and I went on a shopping spree buying clothes and the bill came to $444. Another time, Lisa flicked her mobile on while I was filling the car with gas and it was 4:44pm. I returned after paying for the gas, switched the car on and the clock read 4:44pm (this clock was about 4 mins slower than Lisa&#8217;s mobile). A delivery box arrived at the door one time, and I noticed the freecall number had 444 in it. When I was on holidays last Christmas, a buggie drove past with the number plate &#8217;44&#8217; and then immediately after that another vehicle drove past, a utility van with the number plate &#8216;4&#8217;. Today, one of my bank balances had the numbers 444 in the total. There are ton&#8217;s of examples, so I&#8217;m dumbfounded wondering whether this is all a sign, a message or some revelation.<\/p>\n<p>What are the chances? Or am I focusing so much on these numbers that I notice them more now? Due to the high frequency of visions, I&#8217;m now discounting the waking up at 4:44am because surely that has be a body clock thing, right?<\/p>\n<p>I had to turn to the all knowing Google and you wouldn&#8217;t believe the number of people who experience the same thing, so I&#8217;m not alone in this phenomenom. Go ahead, Google it. <\/p>\n<p>Essentially most of the articles in Google refer to the thousands of angels that surround me at the time I experience the 444. I&#8217;m praying that the angels are offering their protection as opposed to them waiting for me to catch the &#8216;deep sleep bus&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>The Chinese consider the number 4 to be auspicious, so maybe I&#8217;m seeing &#8216;die die die&#8217; flashing before me, but then again among all the other Chinese superstitions they also believe that wearing a moustache is considered bad luck and beating a person with a broom will bring bad luck for many years. No wonder the vacuum industry does so well in China.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK, this rant is going to be a weird one bordering on the &#8216;looney tunes&#8217; and venturing into the &#8216;what the&#8217; &#8230; For the past 6 months or so I&#8217;ve been seeing the numbers 444 quite often and ordinarily I wouldn&#8217;t have blinked an eye lid, nor even shrug my shoulders as I would with&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[3,7,83],"class_list":["post-316","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-to-cancer-and-back","tag-3","tag-body-clock","tag-vacation"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=316"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dixon.one\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}