12:12:12, Double Vision, Maya Mania, and the “I AM” solution (or, unexpected wisdom from Jim Carrey?)

This is it.  It’s serious now.  Only eight days left until I go missing somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle and Goddess-only-knows what will happen to the rest of you.

So maybe it’s a 2012 thing, but for the past couple of weeks our dog has been displaying a perfect bindi over her third eye:

dog with bindi

OK, so I pasted this one on, but this is how she appears to me these days because I’ve been having a minor case of double vision myself.  Actually, Tasha looks more like this to me now:

our dog now sports a bindi

I’ve had odd and annoying MS-related vision problems numerous times in the past, but I find this episode somehow comforting.  Perhaps Tasha, too, is experiencing the “shift“?  The closer we get 12/21/12, the more willing I am to see the signs.  And they’re everywhere.

Enough to drive one mad.

Take numerology, for instance.  12/12/2012 and 12/21/2012 are purportedly special dates because they both add up to 11, a so-called “Master number”  (1+2+1+2+2+1+2=11).  Some say that noticing or seeing 11:11 everywhere is a sign one is raising her consciousness in preparation for the Big Shift.

In fact, frequently noticing double digits of any sort is supposed to be a clue that one’s DNA is either being recoded to deal with the fifth dimension we are rapidly being propelled into, or a sign to remind us “light workers” and “star seed” who we really are (i.e., weird lonely beings with supernatural skills from other galaxies).

If that’s the case, I’m screwed. 

My Life Path number is 11.  The numbers associated with one version of my full name are 11,1,1, and 11.  My birthday’s Maya Haab date is 11 Mak. (Don’t ask me to explain that one! Just yesterday (12/12/12), I happened to look at the clock at precisely 3:33, 4:44, 5:44, 6:55, 11:11, 1:44 and 3:22.  I had 222 emails in my junk folder at 9:11, 277 at 1:33, plus 22 likes and 11 comments on my new FB picture.  And I woke from a nightmare early this morning at 12:34 — not remembering what the dream was, but absolutely terrified by the sequential numbers (no double digits!) on the clock.

I’m starting to feel like Jim Carrey’s character in The Number 23:

Jim Carey in The Number 23, written by Fernley Phillips

Remember how Carrey’s obsession with that number destroyed his life?  (Incidentally, one of my screenwriting mentors, Fernley Phillips, wrote that script and pitched it to Jim Carrey upon learning the actor’s favorite number really is 23.)  But the connections get odder still.

Two days ago I watched a documentary by director Tom Shadyac called I Am.  I had never heard of the film, but for some mysterious reason the DVD appeared in my Amazon shopping cart last week when I was buying surf wear for next week’s dolphin trip.  It  was literally in my shopping cart — not my “save for later” or “wish list.”  Given my current level of openness to (desperation for?) signs from the Universe, I left it there and checked out.

I completely forgot about it until I watched it Tuesday night, 12/11/12.  

Honestly, this film can change your life if you let it.  I don’t want to spoil anything, but the movie was the perfect counterpoint to the Ecstatic Wealth event I tried to write about last week. In examining what’s wrong with our planet, Shadyac shows how excessive materialism is actually a mental disease we’ve created in our culture, not our natural state.  But the film is uplifting too, and just like another of my favorites, Samsara, it shows how we truly are all connected; even our small actions have the power to change the world.

See it if you can.  But here’s the coincidence:  Tuesday was actually Tom Shadyac’s birthday.  So in preparation for my own big birthday quest, I heard exactly the message I needed to hear on the creator’s birthday.

Neat, huh?

By the way, Shadyac is best known for making Jim Carrey’s Ace Ventura: Pet Detective and Bruce Almighty.  He also directed The Nutty Professor with Eddy Murphy — the script I loosely modelled one of my screenplays on last year (supervised by Fernley Phillips, The Number 23‘s author).  Okay, this is my own personal mosaic, but:

Do you see how we are all connected?

And yet I still fluctuate between wanting to believe my mystical, magical, intuitive voice and that still needed, logical, linear, lawyer’s mind.  To satisfy the latter, on Monday night I went to a lecture by Dr. Edwin Barnhart, a prominent Maya archeologist.  He basically said that all the 12/21/12 predictions (both the catastrophic and the enlightened) are crap made up by Westerners, and that the modern Maya are just like the rest of us – they’re more than willing to tell us what we want to hear, especially if this helps their 2012 tourism industry.

Fine.  But I still want to believe in the magic.  I want to swim with dolphins and become enlightened.  I want to believe, as Tom Shadyac does, that we are all connected, and that what I think and do matters.

Yes, I AM the problem.  But like the heroine in Bridesmaids, I AM also the solution:

Melissa McCarthy in Bridesmaids

“You are the problem, Annie. You are also the solution.”

And so are you.

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How do you feel about 12/12/12 and 12/21/12?  Are you using this time to become more aware of things that are/are not working in your life?  Or are these just days like any other?