66. That was the number on display throughout. The number of books in the Bible.
At work, doing logistics for Colruyt. A few days before it happened, I felt very able to change the world and asked God: “If I should try, please give me a sign. If reality is an illusion, please show me.”
Normally I always chose the robot-voice talking machine (telling us what items to put on the racket) with the number 77. That day it was already taken. Feeling a little – what I interpreted at the time as – evil, I chose the number 66 for the day.
A glitch in the matrix happened: the key to my bicycle lock vanished from my locker at work in the changing room, and I later found it back at home. I couldn’t have left it at home because you can’t pull out the key without locking the bicycle and earlier I drove on it to work that day. I found the same one back at home, with the leather addition.
There were some other synchronicities with the number 66: My locker at work had been numbered 66. The black girl friend I made at work also had locker number 66 in another room. I think the date that day was also reducible to the number 6.
Other than the key that got teleported that day, my tire was also punctured in some mysterious way.
Anyway, it changed my life. Had gotten delirious in the eyes of my friends from that day on tho I didn’t need them to go forward. Hard times ahead, but only by my own mistakes. Eventually, able to prove that the world is a consciousness-generated illusion.
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