This event happened in the the mid 1990's as best I can remember. It happened after I'd been working for Boeing for more than 10 years and was no longer at this location. It happened one day after I picked up a packet of pictures, examined them briefly, noticing a flaw on one of the images of the pi symbol that Boeing used as a Pride In Excellence logo for a time until they outsourced their awards program. I noticed the 'flaw' which seemed to be a twist of colored streaks that seemed to be a segment of ribbon, 'white at the center.' It was interesting enough that I spent some time thinking about it, then went back to a book I'd been reading. The Reenchantment Of The World by Morris Berman.
There was a drawing on the pages of an experiment that Isaac Newton had designed to test whether light was simple or complex. This is a copy of the page: Isaac Newton's experiment. I remembered having just thought that the colored streaks, white at the center had seemed to be a segment of a ribbon. The experiment resulted in 'white at the focal point'. I took out my pictures again and felt there was a distinct relationship between the book I was reading and the pictures in my hand. The twist of colored streaks was 'white at the center' seemed significant, they were somehow brought together in this particular event.Because I've had many similar experience, I could not be imagining this meant something. It was unexpected, it has been happening somewhat sporadically for several years, and I knew that I was not creating them or expecting them. The element of surprise is sometimes a real shock, but I'd had other events relating to pi in the past. The first event relating to pi it had happened in 1989 and it had nearly caused me to swoon, literally. It is very difficult to describe what happened, but I named that event my pi mindquake because it was so shocking and I am using the word literally.
This incident with my pictures was a major 'event' in which the obviously precise timing brought about the realization that this was what some have thought of as 'coincidence' but I knew it had built up over a period of years. Nobody but me would ever know that. But it also meant something difficult to find a name for because it was not so much 'coincidence' as an 'identifying experience', somewhat like describing that what I was doing was somehow planned, a part of some 'Big Picture, in which the long flow of events fit precisely into a greater purpose, one beyond my own life's business. I knew of the span of time over which it had been built up; a period of time that varied widely in other events but usually was decades long. Thus it was the final event on a string of related events that had already happened.
The sudden exposure or 'relatedness' to so many events in the past had at first been difficult to be aware of in this particular attribute, of precise timing that I could not have brought about myself.
The purpose of this kind of event seems to me to primarily identify an individual and to build trust that one is not 'crazy'. When I use the word 'identify', I mean naming or presenting to that individual some detail about their life that is unmistakable because it's so specific.
I had been using the name 'pimoebius' for several years by the time this event happened.
Think about this: I got newly developed pictures, one has a flaw on it which in a glance seemed to me to be a section of ribbon with colored streaks, twisted and pure white at the center. It looked like a 'twist' to me at first glance, a section of a moebius band with a 180 degree twist in it. The association was immediate because I've had this 'idea' about a 'moebius twist concept' brought forth in myriads of related experiences.
Behind the image was a string of events linked to the moebius band and the way I had become aware of it from an impulse when I was about 9 years old. . The 'moebius twist' is familiar to me from many years of experiences linked to this image.
This kind of impeccable timing has happened to me throughout my life although I didn't notice it until several similar events happened. I'd been an employee of the Boeing Company for a bit more than 2 years, that would be sometime in 1987,when a few startling events similar to this one happened that caused me to be quite astonished at the utterly unbelievable timing involved. I will recite a few of them later, but back to my 'history of discovering my relationship to pi':
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There are other incidents with 'pi':
Digital clocks are everywhere now. Recently I've noticed that if I happen to glance at a clock in my living room or anywhere else, in my car or at work, it says 3:14 which then changes to 3:15.
Pi, the number 3.14159265358.... has had a distinct relationship to certain details of my life, many details long before I noticed them.
I lived at 3014 61st Ave. for several years without thinking of the 0 as a big decimal point or that 3014 were the first numbers of pi. One day the relationship appeared and to make matters more laughable, did not look for the relationship, I never look for such relationships they are formed and I see them as a kind of revealed content. I saw the numerals 61 in the street address according to the rule of "Roman numbers" where a larger number precedes a smaller number, the smaller is subtracted. That meant that 61 became 15. The rule was not one I constructed myself, it just formed. I saw 3.1415...
Recently I was assigned a disabled persons parking slot at work.
When I received the parking slot assignment at work it was Tier 3, #1415. I was surprised, because 3.1415 stood out as though it was highlighted by that point in time, my parking slot was 3.1.415!
But before I got the parking slot at work, I'd had to get a Washington permit the number and the number on it was 17165.So when I got the number at work, there was an immediate association formed in my mind. A kind of 'moebius twist reversal' joined 3.1415 with 17165, the last number on the Washington permit being 5. joined to 1415 to make the next two numbers 16, 17 creating a continuous sequence..14151617. The last number 5 on my parking slot number linked to the end of the state issued number with the numbers reversed. I know the state has no connection to my employer designated parking slot, but I asked to be certain.
These are a few examples of how certain numbers mark a pathway in my life much like road signs. The numbers have changed at points and the pi digits were not the first such numbers. I went through more than a decade of discovering the the relationships of 651, 156, 256, 265 to what was actually going on in my life before quite suddenly those numbers were used in what I named my 'pi quake' which happened in 1989. I read a book, The History of Pi by Petr Beckmann and after reading the copyright statement turned back to the first of two pages that that 10,000 decimals of 100, 265 calculated in 1962 and in a flash of time a pattern was exposed that as I said, almost floored me. I knew this pattern had built up from the time I was about 9 years old and a few incidents happened that were the result of an impulse, a thought that had caused me to learn in isolation some fact that I later read about somewhere or learned from someone.
But the numbers are always related to some detail in my actual life. There are certain habits and experiences I've had, none of them being related to 'numerology' of which I knew less than nothing, that have caused me to look at numbers in a certain way;
There is a pattern that I thought I'd discovered and named the 'moebius twist' until I noticed a mathematical formula had already been named the 'moebius transformation'. It was a real surprise to find out there was an equation for the 'moebius twist'! How I became aware of this equation, before the Internet made it easy to get information was accidental, through a library search that just happened to have the equation on the same page of other information I'd asked about. Yet in the early 1990's I knew nothing about the mathematical world and had already become aware of this concept, in a nonmathematical way. It is the basis of the squaredance set and is a real cosmic level concept. How I became aware of this is nothing less than evidence there is a hidden reality at work, behind the every day life of any individual and in certain very specific groups of people.
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I saw the pi model on the day I went for orientation as a new hire, 21185 for the first time. I knew nothing about the history of pi at that point. I'm not into mathematics, I knew nothing about 'numerology'. I knew nothing about 'cranks who come up with solutions to cosmic level problems' then. I had found out about 'cranks' and numerology when innocence I wrote a letter to Martin Gardner. He does this kind of 'irrational association formation' without risk because he is one very knowledgeable man!
Seeing the pi statue was oddly thrilling however odd that may seem, coming from an individual that struggled with high school algebra. It is worth making my reader aware that I had been a challenge level 2 squaredancer for a few years and had belonged to a shortlived club formed by a man I knew had been employed by Boeing. He'd used Pride In Excellence as his club logo so immediately I understood where his Pride In Excellence attitude had it's origin.
A few years later (1989) I chanced to spot a pretty black covered book with a white pi symbol on it as I passed through the library. I paused to glance at it, then decided to read The History of Pi by Petr Beckmann.
That was a moment that opened the door to information I'd not known previously, such as that 'quadrature of the circle' or 'squaring of the circle' had been a mathematical pursuit for centuries. I smiled somewhat when I realized that 'squaring the circle' in a squaredance set is quite easily accomplished, it happens all the time. "Square 'em up' and 'Circle up 8!"
I'd read most of it when I turned to the index to look up something, noticing for the first time two pages of decimals in the back. I paused to read the copyright statement on the last page but something puzzled me about the statement: "The first 10,000 of 100,265 decimals calculated in July 1961..." which will seem absurd to my reader when I describe the thoughts that came into my mind.
I thought for a few minutes about why the 'odd' number of 100,265 was chosen, rather than a neat round number like 100,250 or 100,000, or 100,500. . My wonderings about '265' as an 'odd choice' were on the 'top of my mind' along with several other incidents that had happened in the few weeks prior to that day. When I turned back to the first page of decimals at first glance I saw those numbers 265 in the first line: 3.1415926535.
Then it happened. I had my third really big 'mindquake', as I noticed a mass of rearrangements occur extremely rapidly in the decimals in the first block of decimals.
More about it later. Many habits I'd acquired early in life as well as many experiences I'd had throughout my life shaped this flashing rearrangement that exposed many hidden patterns that may not seem significant to anyone else. They made a connection to the early years of my life that I had not suspected, beginning with the few incidents in which I'd learned something seemingly trivial from an impulse, a thought that came from no person.
There have been a few similar incidents in which I noticed what my mind was doing, as though it were to be looked at the way I would observe something outside of my body. This was a distinct change: looking at what my mind was doing, in this case pausing to 'ruminate' about an insignificant detail like 'why 100,265 rather than a round number?' This kind of ruminating which occurred to me in the style of Theodore Reik's inner musings to himself in Listening With The Third Ear, and Fragment Of A Great Confession, brought out the number 265 and made it 'stick' in my memory along with retrieving several incidents that had happened fairly recently, involving other numbers that were very much evident in my daily life over a period of years: 156, 256, 265 . I'll write about them in more detail
There was a very great difference between this event and the one that had happened in 1984.
I could relate immediately to this mindquake, as I had been able to do to the second one which also happened a few months prior, in 1989. I could not relate to the first one in 1984, because it had emerged into a very deep level of mind that was quite remote from the moment it happened, from the 'now' when it happened. It had to be discovered quite slowly, and a very odd situation happened that caused me to realize it came from a memory extremely remote from 'words' that could be written then spoken aloud.
It was as visible as the second and third big mindquakes but it was experienced, remembered and then discovered afterwards. By then I had begun to feel very uncomfortable in my body, I was unable to sleep at night, and I was finding out that I could not read and remember what I read; I was getting lost for reasons I suspected had to do with a terrible blow on my head, and I felt driven to do many things that were not typical for me to do. The familiar every day world now contained something new to me, that affected my body at times so that I felt extremely 'dizzy'. The first mindquake happened during that phase, which was more than two years long having begun in about 1982. The first one was visible but it had to be 'discovered' which may read quite oddly. It was during the process of 'discovering' it, 'bit of information by bit of information' that I became aware of unbelievably precise timing involved in many events that happened in the ordinary daily life I was living at that point and certain content in books I came upon and chose randomly. Almost always I found myself 'choosing books' without even wanting to read them myself, some other part of me was doing the selecting, directing my body's activities (and passivities). I felt very remote from what it was that I was watching, which was my body, my inner content ( a very 'thoughtfull' mind had replaced a nearly 'empty'head in the early 1980's) and everything outside of my body, and I was seeing a strangely altered world where words sounded different, taking on different meanings than my 'normal' way of hearing had produced.
When I really looked closely trying to see what had changed I could not see anything and after a few events happened that explained why no thing was changed, yet every thing was altered, I began to understand that the agent of change was in my head. It was familiar after about a year, I knew where the 'agent of change' had it's origin, which was quite different than where I had believed it had begun.
