I was saddened on Saturday to think that horses might have gotten hurt. There were something like ten horses in that pile-up. But luckily enough, they didn’t seem to spill too hard, so that was good.
All of this had the earmarks of the bad luck that surrounds certain numbers. In numerology, these instances stand out a little more obvious. I have spent my time observing and paying attention to data and examples like this.
On Saturday, I was watching race #5 in Punchestown, Ireland.
A horse had broken free and ran around riderless before the race, and no one that I could see was trying to catch it.
I figured they had decided to let it run some of its energy out, possibly tire itself, and then grab it off-camera before starting the race. It was horse #13. I thought that was a bad omen. I figured they wouldn’t let that horse stay free and start the race, they will certainly catch it, but I was never given the satisfaction of seeing that resolution before the race began.
I kept the feeling of dread, of impending doom, at bay. Anyway, the race started, and two of the horses I had chosen to win were doing quite well–in the front four anyway–with time for the third horse to join them for a trifecta.
Then suddenly, near midway through the race, two riderless horses joined the pack. Number 4 was the second riderless horse, with #13 joining up beside the horse in the lead.
With #13 right up front with the lead horse, the horse took control and made a wild left-hand turn into the fence, causing about half of the horses in the race to steer directly into that crash and through the fence. It was a bit of a Pied Piper maneuver as the rest of the field went on to finish the race.
The race also involved the #9 horse, a good number, but the horse was named Hell on Earth, which left me uneasy. And #10 was Jack Fiasco, which fit the bill.
I like that a lot about racehorses–their clever names, I mean. I also love the animal: racehorses are majestic and beautiful creatures. I love animals, I really do. And I love horses. I think it’s natural.
I was saddened on Saturday to think that horses might have gotten hurt. There were something like ten horses in that pile-up. But luckily enough, they didn’t seem to spill too hard, so that was good.
Photo courtesy WFMY
As for the race and my picks, there was #5, a great number and one of my favorites, and the unlucky #13. There was power #9 and #10. It seemed as if these usual power, good energy, numbers were conflicted with the horse names involved. Good energy sort of sapped of strength in a cross conflict of number versus a name.
These historically troubling examples in recent history, plus the current time period of transition and several meeting points and changes in the universe itself, were all culminating with little focus of attention paid by people that I could see. Troubles abiding in troubled waters but another sign to me of man’s casual disregard of things proven through history and the gate of disaster nonchalantly left askew, open and creaking in the breeze.
It’s either pure intentional ignorance or lack of knowledge about these things. People often pay no attention to stuff like this as if they are just wayward ramblings–attempts at misleading, meant to trick them or some weird power struggle theory that makes me feel as if they think I am trying to “steal” attention or something, trying to make them look bad.
Sometimes, people don’t focus on those things or understand a personal responsibility they are carrying without knowing that. I am a bit of a horse myself. Horses speak a language even though it isn’t always understood. That is why sometimes I pull on my ‘lead’ or tug at my bridle to try and get them to follow me to what I’m trying to explain.
But there isn’t a simple roadmap, so I am working as hard as I can and with what is possible and with what means I have. I just wanted to point out about numbers and bad luck you might unwittingly invoke.
I am not fooling around or hocus pocus hooey phooey. There is much evidence. Saturday’s race in Punchestown was simply another example.
