Hari and Bari

I lay down flat on my back on the bedroom floor and stared up at the dark wooden beams on the ceiling. I could hear the wind whipping through the crack in the single glazed window. The rising tide was lashing against the harbour wall and the masts of the yachts were clinking noisily. The storm was growing in intensity and the heavy rain thundered on the old slate roof. I breathed in the musty smell of damp that permeated the house. Another ceiling, another floor, another house. How many places had I lived in during the last decade? I worked out that I had moved house more than 10 times in 10 years. My lifestyle was not for the faint hearted, that's for sure.

The way that I live my life is unusual and quite possibly it's unique. That's because I use numbers to guide me on my path through life. Some people assume that I am mad to do that but I really don't mind what they think of me. I know that it takes courage to step out of the box of conditioning and to live an authentic life. It requires strength to walk my path but fortunately I have been blessed with a certain gritty determination to follow my truth regardless of what other people might think or say. I have always been brave. It has been running like a thread through my many lives on earth. I am the number woman and my role is to reveal the secrets of the world of numbers and number patterns to those that wish to hear.

Numbers began to make themselves known to me quite early on in my life. The first number to appear was the number 23, followed by the 11:11 time prompt. I searched for answers to explain why this was happening but I couldn't find any, at least no answers that made sense to me. That's when I decided to set out on my own personal quest for answers, offering up my everyday life in practical research. As I progressed on my number journey, my intuition became finely tuned and I found the signs often led me to troubled places, in which I had a strong sense of a personal role.

I had just moved into the old house overlooking the harbour. It hadn't been an easy move. The house was somewhat neglected and run down and in my opinion it was barely habitable. However, on the path of number personal opinions don't count. Nor do likes and dislikes. All that counts are the number signs and they had guided me to the house overlooking the harbour so that's where I was.

However, the story I am about to tell you starts on the floor of a different house. Just one year earlier I had been lying staring up at a brand new ceiling because I had just moved into a partly built house in the English seaside resort of Torquay. I often spend time lying on my back observing my breath, just being in the moment and trying not to attach to any thoughts or feelings that might arise. I call it 'chilling' but these days that practice is called mindfulness. As I lay there gazing upwards a thought arose in my mind. It was the thought of my spiritual name, Hari. This name had been given to me by the late Yogi Bhajan, the yogi who brought kundalini yoga to the West. I tried to let the thought go but it persisted. Hari. What was the meaning of that name? I realised that I didn't actually know so I googled it on my phone and was very surprised when the following appeared:

'Bari is the capital city of the province of Bari and of the Apulia region, on the Adriatic Sea, in Italy'.

I had accidentally typed 'Bari' instead of 'Hari' as H and B are next to each other on the keypad. I corrected my 'mistake' and learned that Hari means 'he who unties the knot of material desire in the hearts of the living entities'.

About an hour later I was reading the newspaper and an advert for a tour of southern Italy leaped out of the page. It was flying directly to the Italian airport of Bari. I thought it was rather strange that Bari had made another appearance within an hour, especially as it is a fairly obscure city. When I looked at the price of flights to Bari, 9 out of 10 of them were priced at £111. Out of the 30 numbers on the website page there were 28 number 1s. Some people wouldn't have even noticed that. Others might have noticed but would not have attached any meaning to it. But to me, as number woman, I saw all those number 1s as a number repetition so I knew they were speaking to me. The line-up of 1s was so impressive that I took a photo of the screen and posted it on Facebook. Then I looked up Bari on Google maps to find out exactly whereabouts in southern Italy it was situated. As I did so I glanced down at the time in the corner of my computer screen. 11:02. The date was 21.01.2012. That is 21012012 @1102.

Most people wouldn't give those numbers a second thought but to me this was a number sign. 0, 1 and 2 in a neat little pattern is a clear example of number-talk so I knew I was being guided. The numbers were trying to get my attention and I was ready to listen to what they had to say.

As soon as my friend Kate saw my Facebook post she messaged me. She was impressed with the photo of the numbers. When I pointed out to her that she had messaged me at exactly 11:11 she was stunned. So was I. The 11:11 time prompt carries so much power that I rate it very highly as a number sign. All those 111s in conjunction with the date and time of this happening were too synchronistic to ignore. The numbers were appearing around Bari. I wasn't going to mess around or even think about it. I decided there and then that I would surrender to the number signs and commit to a trip to Italy. That's how the path of number works – instant surrender followed by action. If the number signs decide to guide me to Mexico or India or anywhere else in the world, I go. Even if it doesn't make any sense I go. The path of number cannot allow any interference from the mind. In fact the mind has to be kept out of the decision-making process altogether. Only intuition is involved in conjunction with the numbers as any actions needed to feel okay. I emailed Kate again to ask her whether she would like to join me in Italy. She acknowledged that she could see the signs but she needed to think about it first. Oh no. I could see what had happened. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, she had fallen straight into the mind trap.

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