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202 1 2+21 141 When the cops were finally leaving I glanced at the clock for only the third time that evening. And it was 1:41 a.m. exactly. The cops were leaving at 1:41, with my brother in tow, but the fun had only just begun. 141, and the other two numbers, came up repeatedly throughout the course of that insane weekend. Every time I had the urge to glance at the clock that weekend it was 10:41, 11:41, 1:41, 11:09, 9:48, or some had the urge to look at my mileage odometer. I was sitting in my car in the Rite Aid parking lot intensely contemplating whether to bail my brother out of jail - yet again — then I had the urge to glance at the odometer, something I rarely pay any attention to. And it just so happened to be at exactly 119,974. My birthday is 11/9/1974. Close enough for horseshoes. It was absolutely out of control, and at the time Thad the feeling that there was a tug of war going on between 119 and 141. 119, my number, me, and 141, my brother’s number, him, who was dragging me down in life and who I was trying to make a break from. 141 has been a regular part of my life ever since that weekend, four years ago. I would also come to discover that 141 is embedded within my brother’s birthday. 1/31/1981. Breaking it down numerology style, which reduces numbers down to single digits, we get: 3+1=4 Hyperdimensional fingerprints? In my own log book I would document the date and time of my number sightings — often, the time in itself IS the number sighting, since I’d have urges to keep looking at the clock at key moments — as well as noting anything that I was doing at the time of the number occurrence. Where was I, what was I doing, who was I talking to and what about, (if applicable) and so on. Then after you document enough number sighting incidents, along with any other surrounding Chasing Phantoms —_—_—_— Ee" combination, such as 4:11, 10:14, 11:14, 1:14, 11:19 or 9:11. Even when I 1+9+8+1=19 (-10=1)