Speaking of which, you have Great Britain, which represents the 5th Church (of Man), and the United States which represents the 6th Church ... and together you get 5/6 ... or, 6/5 currently ... which is 56 + 65 = 121 ... or, 11 x 11. While it's funny how I should write about it on this URL ...
http://www.dionysus.org/x1001.html
Hmm ... I wonder if this has anything to do with my current post count? (9449). Maybe this has something to do with the day I took Walnut St. (a sign of
the relationship between Great Britain and the United States) to 121st, and wound up on Highway 99? ... which, is where I now currently live. Which is funny, because on the day I took this trip (in 1999 by the way), I wound up following a black Camaro (the
number 9 corresponding to black) right after I had gotten off Highway 99. And I picked him up over this windy mountain pass right in front of this place called Viking Walnuts (a drying outlet). Isn't that strange? And it was the first time I had ever driven on this road! While I proceeded to follow this guy deliberately (just to see where it would lead) for another 10 miles until he reached his destination, and I kind of waved goodbye in my mind as I proceeded on out to the coast.
Now if this wasn't strange enough, it was a couple of years after I had moved off of Highway 99 (in 2001), that I had business across town and opted to take the Walnut St./121st St. route again, for the first time. While I was thinking about this specifically, and lo and behold, there was this same black car again! That was just too much, and I proceeded to follow this guy until he turned off some backstreet (we were both going the same direction this time) and I kept on my way. Of course you might say, "Well, the guy obviously lives in the area." But, this was not the same place I had picked him up before which, was several miles away ... albeit it was on Walnut St. (instead of at Viking Walnuts). Talk about Deja Vu! Who says we aren't living in
The Matrix?
Oh, I should probably mention where I was going. I was going to the unemployment office. And while there I was filling out some papers, and this Russian girl came up to me who, reminded me of this other Russian girl I used to know (that I was infatuated with) and she asked if I could help her with a couple of questions. And she just bowled me over with her accent (it reminded me so much of this other girl, and I thought maybe she could have been her younger sister) and I was in ecstasy for the rest of the afternoon. Which of course brings up the relationship between Russia, Great Britain and the United States, and
the marriage, which extends beyond the description of the walnut tree above.
