The 1,335 Days

I just discovered today that 7/21/21 marks the 1335th day of this blog.

Daniel 12:12

"Blessed is the one who waits for and reaches the end of the 1,335 days."

I discovered this because I wanted to tie in the first post (still) recorded here with something new today (the last lines fit surprisingly well into a sonnet), but I no longer recall exactly why I did this today specifically. I know the general thought was connected to the notion that having a circular reference on "paper" felt important, but why I thought to do it today upon hearing the song when I hear it nearly every day is beyond me.

In that first post remaining I wrote of Valentine, a kind of apocalyptic mix of my soulmate and Hope, though I had not identified Hope specifically yet when I first wrote it (it was from my first blog, preserved from "the fire"). The protagonist of that story was Gabriel, specifically the angel Gabriel referenced in Daniel, pictured as a post apocalyptic superhero of sorts.

Stranger still, another number of days referenced in Daniel is 1,290 days that I found bore significance.

Daniel 12:11

"From the time that the daily sacrifice is abolished and the abomination that causes desolation is set up, there will be 1,290 days."

So I looked up what I wrote on June 6th and it contained a few major things:

I transcribed important verses to me from the book of Zechariah.

I wrote of a dream involving Israel and the Apocalypse. While I often see the Apocalypse, this was the first time I ever remember it including Israel. The dream also contained a woman, perhaps a grouping of women I had been close with over time in one shifting form, seeing my soulmate and testing my claim to love with her. This woman saw the good and the bad and said I had nothing to apologize for in my claims, but rather approved of them, and seemed to enjoy looking into the history of everything between us.

I wrote a lament, specifically of the moon as a metaphor for many months of love lost.

I wrote something strikingly out of place for me- it was not some long logical examination or poetic or a dream- that stands out as directly related to my dream last night, regarding identifying my location. Somehow I had this same specific thing happen in two different dreams back to back, and I wrote of it twice without realizing it, only recognizing the duplication later in the day when I went back to reread them. It was not that I wrote of the same dream twice either, I somehow dreamed it twice in two different but similar ways. Perhaps this singular duplication was the identification of my location in and of itself, a kind of "testing, testing" of a dreaming/waking realm walkie talkie to confirm my signal had been properly tracked, and the June 6th post was the waking portion of it.

I wrote the series of ~8~. Now this is most notable to me because this is based off of the primary contribution of Hope, it is like her origin story from a particular perspective, her perspective here in a sense, and one that feels like it ties my soulmate and I together most closely (linked to Bioquantum Superposition, from Hope's perspective). So in this way this would be the very next seam from the combined Valentine position, a kind of soul cleaving. The name of the series is actually a reference to what I wrote in "Hope Dream: Love is in the Air." That post is about a unique form of Apocalyptic event, one where love is the Catastrophic change of the day, the longest of shots, but where soulmate love is established in a chaos storm while Hope and I play cards. While it is hard to describe exactly, sometimes I go into a haze and let the events of those "____ dreams" write themselves, and have the characters speak for themselves, and that is what happened in that tent when Hope leaves herself, seemingly on purpose (-.-), with 8 cards, as a reference to the significance of the number in relation to the other numbers she uses, as well as foreshadowing the day of ~8~, June 6th 2021. In the tent, in that post, she places her bet entirely on me and I win, pointing out that she did not place her bet fully until I had committed fully to trusting her and playing the hand. Then on day 1,290 I wrote my version, a reflection, of her origin story in its entirety, which really seems like what she had bet I would do in the tent. It all ties together so well I am in awe of God's plan and cannot wait to see it secured and proven, and how all my imaginings, poems, nonsense, laments, and so many words regarding love play into said plan.

All of this is to say that if there needs to be some kind of Apocalypse, collectively we could do much worse than the one I describe in these pages. It has been nearly 1,335 days of standing in the gap and offering goofy little solutions to each event that seemed required, as a physical law might be, steering the ship toward something manageable and hopefully something truly wonderful in the process, albeit without traceable conscious intention as to how this was being done, even from my perspective.

*stompstompstomp*

Side note: 7/21/21 is seven "sevens." Which if you examine the details of what was described to Daniel, with 70 sevens split into 62 and 1, is the remainder left obscured.