555

 

555



It is Monday morning, August 23, 2021. For someone that likes words and the feelings and the emotions that are their companions by association, I find myself unable to comprehend, much less adequately express my intellectual and spiritual state today.

I awoke with a compelling sense of urgency not associated with the usual compulsion of a man of my age to visit the porcelain receptacle  of our bedroom bathroom.  I was overwhelmed with and obsessed with the number 555 followed by a capital "A". 555 A.  I was acutely aware that this number came to me in a dream, but was not associated with any other defining memory accompanying the dream. It was also a number I had never thought about or encountered in my life in any meaningful way.

Just 555 A. But, it was bigger than the dream.  It stood alone in my consciousness as I first awoke. I knew that I could not begin my day without seeing what the omnipotent virtual musings of the intranet could reveal to me on the subject.

What it told me, me best defined as an "open-minded skeptic", was that this number over the course of human history is associated with two primary things, Guardian Angels and a significant change in the direction of the life it was revealed to....rather, a person's Guardian Angel revealing the change was about to occur, perhaps gradually, but that it would affect a significant change upon the person visited at every level of their existence.  I reasoned that, then, the 555 A revealed the number was delivered by my Angel.

 I value fantasy.  I like to believe in possibilities.  But, a great part of my life has been defined by reason and my limited capacity for intelligence and constructive thought and order.  So, I write down these thoughts and events only because the strength of 555 A implanted in my brain compels me to do so.  Perhaps because I don't know what else to do with it.  Perhaps because that, by recording my experience, I can give it some validation as to its place in the journey of my life. 

555 A was with me every step of my morning walk.  It is with me now, as evidenced by the need to write of it.  It has created an anticipation to see what comes next.  I am ready for a change.  I hope I am receptive to it if it comes to pass.

Our stroll through this dimension of our existence is nothing if not cause for reflection and a pondering of the mysteries and of the Universe of our Creator, and our place and purpose in it.

With a modicum of reserved intellectual skepticism, I look cautiously forward to the revelation of the meaning of 555 in my life.  And I hope I am open to embracing it or coping with it as it reveals itself, and I hope the change does not include the diminishing of what able and functioning abilities I have remaining.  Although some might say, that would explain a lot! 

 

 Keith W. Ragan

            August 23, 2021 

 

 

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  1. Ken RaganAugust 23, 2021 at 12:15 PM

    WOW

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  2. Keith RaganAugust 22, 2022 at 9:21 AM

    It is August 23, 2022. One year later. My brother Ken has went from healthy and playing golf regularly, to being diagnosed with congestive heart failure. In the beginning of this year, and after the diagnosis, he went through long covid. His courage to get through the struggles to regain health have been admirable, but heartbreaking. Since April I have been struggling with a neurological disorder that, as of this date, the neurologist, hematologist, and oncologist haven't been able to diagnose for treatment, but with all signs pointing towards repercussions from agent orange. A lumbar puncture, a brain scan, 23 x-rays, MRI's too numerous to recall, and some-where around 30 vials of blood drawn, and a soon to be performed bone marrow extraction all have added to a painful and trying year. I think my 555 experience was a call to courage. I am thankful for the Angel bringing the news of a significant change in my life, though I would have preferred change of a more positive circumstance, and I trust God will have her by my side the rest of my journey. I don't believe in coincidence.

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  3. Keith RaganApril 30, 2024 at 9:15 AM

    Well, the date is now April 30, 2024 and my life has indeed changed. I have been diagnosed with Waldenstrom's, a form of non-Hodgkin's lymphoma resulting from Agent Orange exposure. The last year and a half regular treatment, labs, etc., have been split between two hospitals, Vanderbilt in Nashville and Mercy Health in Paducah. I've had infusions of chemo which didn't help, injections of chemo with the same result. I now take 4 capsules daily of a drug that has provided some favorable lab results. But, there is no cure. My legs still are difficult to maneuver, stiff, and at times painful. Meanwhile, my brother, Ken made a remarkable recovery and is doing much better with his heart condition. My brain has definitely been agreeable to considering the possibility of my 555 A dream and its warning. A skeptic no more.

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