The eleventh...

In my family growing up, birthdays have always been important to celebrate and been surrounded with a bit of mystique. My father was born on the same day his father, on 04/30, which also happens to be the current Swedish King Carl XVI Gustaf's birthday. My maternal grandfather was born on 7/7/1900, and my maternal grandmother on 03/11/1913, while my mother was born on 04/13/1946. My younger brother was born 12/8, the same date John Lennon was murdered. I, on the other hand, was born 10/18/1970 trying to figure this out. I know there's a message, and today I found it.

I've been getting weirdly sick to my stomach at times and grown into the understanding of how this is something of evil nature about to happen that I perceive, and/or feeling cursed. It started in 1979, a couple of months before my grandmother Maria died and I've wondered if there's a connection. I've also wondered if there was any hidden message in receiving BOP no 13911-022, when I was a detained immigrant in Honolulu, HI 2011-12, besides the eerie resemblance and reminder of 9/11 of course.

A couple of days ago, I double checked an adversary's birthday to state it right to court. For some reason, I've felt reluctant to write it correctly. Soon thereupon, I got a hunch to also look up my current social security officer's. Bingo! They share the same: 05/11. Both going against me, trying to take my income in various ways, besides calling me bad things behind my back. Then last night, I decided to dig into the records of my grandmother Maria some more, to learn where in Poland she was originally from (Dabrowice) and to eventually find the names of her late husband and surviving sons after WWII, (when she came to Sweden through the White buses, that rescued people from the German prisoncamp Ravensbrück). And today, I found the records of when she got married, a year after my mother was born, to my grandfather Uno.

But, her birth date is taken down wrong. It says she was born on the 14th, but it should say the 11th. What if it's been her trying to correct this all along? What if the wrong date was even written on purpose to either hide her, or to silence her about the atrocitities she had witnessed? She didn't know any Swedish when she got here, and had a hard time learning how to read and write, besides being terrified of the Swedish police, would they come and pick her up and put her back into a nazi-camp. And, she forgot my mother's birthday once, when she turned 12.

I've contacted the official Swedish records database and hope that they can correct it somehow. Even the name of this file when I saved it, bears the number 73, which I found to be a bad sign in 2018, when I was investigated by the Swedish police, while the number 37 brought good tidings. A warning perhaps. And at top of this records, the number 18 has been written, perhaps a page number, but also my birthday.

So, while Angelnumbers may or may not be true, we can for sure make our own interpretations through the connection we have with our ancestors. I'm so sorry, Maria.