We thought we’d posted enough 11:11 synchronicities and wouldn’t be going there for awhile, but then along came a startling story by Jane Clifford of Wales. So here we are taking exit 11 again on The Synchronicity Highway. (That’s the working title of our second synchronicity book, BTW.)
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When my Dad was dying we met as a family in a cottage on a beach so he could be by the sea for the last time. I spent 3 days there. The morning I was leaving my departure was delayed waiting for my niece so I could say goodbye. Finally I jumped in my car to leave,glanced at the clock as I started the engine and it was 11:11. I stayed with a friend that night to break my journey home,he delayed my departure the next morning,as I started the car it was 11:11.
I was fairly weary when I got home after my journey,in bed that night glanced at the clock,yep 11:11 again! Next morning slept in late,woke with a start looked at the clock & yep 11:11 again! I have heard among other things that an awareness of 11:11 precedes a shift in consciousness; certainly as Dad approached his death I was undergoing a shift in my understanding and consciousness.The 11:11 thing has happened intermittently since then. Also, 10:10 and sometimes 01.01.
Just a quick clock story too. I have had a modern battery driven wall clock a fake antique look with a pendulum below which has never worked in the 23 years I have had this clock. Twice a year the clock is removed from the wall for the equinox time change and put back, the pendulum never worked. In March it was lifted down to change the time to GMT, the pendulum has been going ever since! I think it’s my Dad who died last October, he liked things to work properly. Yesterday my son and I were talking about him and the ticking of this clock got so loud we could hear it in the next room! Later we went to a spiritualist meeting and he gave us messages through the medium. He didn’t say anything about the clock but I have a feeling he might when he gets a chance. The extra loud ticking lasted a couple of hours, but it back to normal today, and the pendulum is still working.
Does anyone out there have stories of clocks stopping or starting connected with deaths in the family?
Wonderful post and comments.
I could write a book about all of the events that took place in the house. I lived there for 20 years, and everything was friendly, with the ghost until I wanted to move out. Then, things starting getting weird!
Like Mike Perry, I also had a previous story about a clock, called Time Catcher, that was posted here in November.
https://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-catcher.html
Correction: I will NOW think about them some more… referring to all those clock and time stories in my life. There are lots. This post and all the comments have reminded me…
There's no doubt TIME is a big deal to me on this current life journey. Something I chose, while I was somewhere else prior to birth, drinking some of Hebe's Jeebie's and maybe a bit brash and over confident about what I'd be able to accomplish as a human on a journey to become more spiritual – in this current lifetime…
I have one of the new versions of that anniversary clock. It keeps good time and suddenly I now I am going to think more about it. I do have funny stories about clocks and watches through my life and will not think about them some more.
Time is a 4th dimension concept and is a big deal for me because it's not the minutes that matter but the years. I've had visions and impressions of clocks, the gears moving one slot, with a clunk, for events that have taken over a decade to manifest.
And for an action oriented problem solver as myself – the word verification for this post is totally appropriate!
WV: teediest (LOL!!! yes!! time is teediest!)
Marguerite – did any events precede this one? I sense an entire untold story between the lines!
Great story and so interesting. The only strange experience I've had with clocks is with the old schoolhouse clock in the living room of a haunted house that I used to live in. One night it just flew off the wall and crashed to the floor and broke into several pieces. I started packing and moved out several months later. But, I still own the house.
Meant 9 added to any other number returns to the other number. The 9on that comment dropped into empty space!
9:47 = 9-11 which = 11. ( added to any number returns to the other number.)
Lovin it! cJc
as of now at 9:47 am pst there 11 comments,,, just passing through
I left this out intentionally because I know it stetches credulity, but it did happen exactly as I shall report it here. We were living in a very large, single-story rental house nineteen years ago before moving to this home, and we've now been here almost eighteen years. In that rental house, my parents' anniversary clock was displayed on a desk in a room that was adjacent to our family room even though the hands were stuck on 9:50. That office space had wood floors and no carpet. We were all sitting in the family room watching TV when suddenly the dome of the clock literally lifted up and off the clock itself and went flying onto the wwood floor, shattering. There were no fans blowing, no animals in the house, absolutely nothing that could have precipitated that incident. We were all witness to it, and all were speechless. The only connection I was ever able to make to it was that none of us were happy in that house, and we seemed to stay sick all the time. The previous occupants had not been nice people, we'd heard from neighbors, and the energies in the house were unpleasant even after we'd settled in. But when Dad's clock dome lifted from its base and flew across the room and shattered, (I replaced the glass dome later with a new one), I knew we had to move ASAP, and that my Dad's ever-present loving Spirit was telling us that. The very next day, seemingly out of nowhere, we found this wonderful two-story on the beach that had never been lived in; it was brand new, and we've lived here quite joyfully ever since. I wept when the original dome shattered, but then realized it was Daddy bringing an urgent message and that the dome could be replaced! Since moving here, the clock has its new glass dome and still the hands sit at 9:50. If I try to move them with my fingers, they will tick along until they return to 9:50 and then cease to tick. This is truth, guys….which is stranger than fiction! I love it. It lets me know I'm never alone!
T&R: Thank you SOOO much for posting the LaLa link and the complete lyrics! I never would have remembered the whole thing. I loved hearing it again, as well as I could hear it on my crummy dial-up connection. I have a folder on my hard drive just for song lyrics, and I copied and pasted the song from your post. Now I have to get that Johnny Cash album ASAP! I wasn't even aware that he recorded it.
CJC: Hopeless romantic, huh? Join the club…hopeless (or hopeful?) romantics definitely seem to be in the plural around here!
Mike – many thanks for putting up that link! Your story on your dad's watch was phenomenal. I've been busy with rewrites on a novel and a lot of stuff in the real world is slipping past me.
Super story. I wrote a post about how my deceased dad's watch stopped at exactly the same time as my son was born. Trish and Rob also posted the story on this blog here.
oh, beautiful addendum to your story cjc – and i think love does transcend time, definitely – and mayby that's hopeFUL romantic???
love the jinglejangle lyrics!!!
Raksha, have never heard that before but how utterly relevant! Thank you for sharing it. Not too long ago I took my Mom's and Dad's clock out of the closet and now it sits on my computer station, above my monitor. I smile whenever I look up and see it because it reminds me how much my Dad loved my Mom, and that he was thinking of her as he neared his transition. Also, the clock represents Time, and is a reminder, for me, that Time is a Gift. I suppose I think of it like that because the clock was the gift of Time from Dad to Mom, when he was unable to give her more of his own Time. For me, it always demonstrates their love for each other that transcends Time. Guess I'm just a hopeless romantic! cJc
Thanks, Rashka. Very interesting.
Here's the complete lyrics. And here's Johnny Cash singing the song.
https://popup.lala.com/popup/1513490999196218278
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
It was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And share both his grief and his joy.
And it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming his flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CC: What an incredible story! I remember those anniversary clocks with the glass domes from my childhood. I remember them in other people's houses anyway, because I've never actually owned one.
But mostly your story puts me in mind of an old song I heard in childhood that I've never forgotten. It's what might be called a synchronicity song and it's called "Grandfather's Clock." Does anyone else remember this one. Here are the first few lines from memory:
My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by far than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride,
But it stopped short, never to move again
When the old man died.
Does anyone remember the rest of it? I guess I could have looked it up in one of the online databases of song lyrics, but I couldn't resist posting those lines right away!
what a "death-time" post and comments!! seems that time and afterlife always find a way of speaking to us – beautifully full stories –
since reading them, i'm trying to remember a story of clocks somehow connected to my paternal grandmother [i think it was] – hopefully just a transient gray cell lapse and memory will be up and running soon –
but, you know, i don't keep clocks or time pieces at all – haven't since i was about 16 – to me, it's just too oppressive to literally have "time hanging around me" – so long ago i quit wearing watches, have not bought a clock and will never – then, there's the whole thing of all the clocks imbedded in every single thing around us – on the computer screen, microwaves, telephones, car dashboards – geeee…… – anyway, i tape over those things so i am not visually constantly reminded of "time" and don't have TIME hanging literally over my head all the time –
oh, and love love love the working title of new book! very catchy! and cannot wait to read secrets!!
A clock story, yes! My Dad and Mom's 22nd anniversary was 5-15-1959. At that time, Dad was rerminally ill with cancer. Knowing he was approaching death, he purchased a beautiful "anniversary clock" for Mom, one of those lovely clocks that has a glass dome over it, and with pendulums inside the dome that twirl around, back and forth in the circular motion. He gave the clock to my aunt to keep for Mom just in case he wasn't still there to give it to her. But he was, and on their 22nd anniversary, he gave Mom their anniversary clock, which she loved. It kept beautiful time, and was sitting on the fireplacemantle. 14 days later, Dad died at Emory Hospital in Atlanta. He died at age 42, on Sunday night, 5-24-1959, at 9:50pm. The next day, all of us noticed that the hands of the clock were stopped at 9:50. My grandfather tried to re-set it, but it refused to run. For several years after Dad's death. Mom took the clock to clock-makers, but no one could get it to keep running, and it always stopped at 9:50. I inherited the clock when Mom died, and took it to a friend whose lifelong hobby has been making clocks. He couldn't get the clock to work. So I have it on a closet shelf, and the hands are sitting at 9:50. None of the clock experts were ever able to explain why the mechanisms wouldn't work. But I cherish it. Other synchronicities are that Dad died in '59, at 9:50, and his reduced name namber is 59 cjc
Shortly after reading over our new post, checking it for typos, I was looking for a credit card that had expired when my eye caught the expiration date of another card: 11/11 – R