Until I met Theonie Roussianos through a friend of a friend of a friend, I’d never heard of Angel Numbers. Although I’ve always liked numbers, I’d always associated them with maths and science rather than having some higher divine meaning. That’s where Theonie put me right.
If you’re into tarot cards and all that stuff, then you might already be aware that in Numerology, the divine science of numbers, each number carries with it a specific vibrational meaning that goes beyond a simple quantity. Or at least, that’s the theory.
Angel numbers are sequences of numbers that carry divine guidance by referring to specific numerological meanings.
I’m not religious and I’m not superstitious: I thought I’d better get that out there at the beginning. But the story goes that the vibrational frequency of a number is allegedly similar in nature to the frequencies at which angels and other higher celestial beings resonate. So it’s suggested that when our guardian angels want our attention, they will send specific series of numbers that will appear in our experience again and again.
For me, that number is 2.
2 is the most common age of diagnosis of neuroblastoma. Children have a 1 in 2 chance of survival during treatment. Ride2Cure from Brisbane to Adelaide was 2222km. LifeCycleForNeuroblastoma that preceded it was 2×22222 miles, or 44,444 if you prefer. And now the follow on journey is Ride2Cure2: the relapse ride to mirror kids who have to fight a second time around.
Today was Stage 222 of Ride2Cure2. Those are consecutive stages without a day off.
Angel numbers work through meaningful coincidence. It is said that these coincidences, or synchronicities to give them their proper term, are a nudge from an unseen guiding force: stuff like waking up at 3:33am then stopping off at a coffee shop on the way to work and the bill coming to £3.33. Then at 3.33pm the fire alarm going off. Random stuff like that.
So it is said that numbers have a unique vibrational nature that allows us to interpret messages from a higher source. When these numbers repeat, they are actually carrying specific information about a situation that can be used to improve your life.
That’s the theory.
Each angel number has a specific meaning, but as this journey has associated itself around the number 2, that’s clearly where the focus lies.
2 is the number of cooperation, association and sensitivity to others. It’s a number that seemingly nudged me back in 2013 to turn an idea into a reality: to take a notion to ride home over the Fenwick Muir from work instead of taking the bus, then convert that into a positive force. That’s what the number 2 did for me.
22 is apparently the number of the Master Builder telling you that you have the ability to make your dream into a reality. However I’ve got to say that I cannot pin the number 22 on anything significant that’s happened these last seven years. I had to roll the clock forward over three years, to December 18th 2016, to find the first time that I’d cycled 22 days in a row during LifeCycleForNeuroblastoma. It was that far down the road simply because I needed to take the weekends off to recover: I was always goosed by Friday, having cycled over the Fenwick Muir every twelve hours since Monday.
I’ve now discovered that the elapsed average, including the rest days, from the day that I started, to the first time that I managed 22 days in a row, was 22 miles a day.
Now this is starting to get spooky.
The script goes that when you see the Angel number 222, this is a sign that you are building a phase of your life.
I’ll be honest: I never, ever expected to see 222 consecutive stages. But something has kept me on the straight and narrow.
But there’s more: the average miles of R2C2 are standing at 33, or 22 plus 22/2 if you prefer. I could have been more pedantic and taken it to a decimal place but that would just have been ridiculous: 33.3
222 is defined as 2, signifying balance – that’ll be me on a bike then – and 22, which is the number of the Master Builder. Actually, I’ll pass the 22 onto Neil at the bike shop: he’s the master builder. Maybe that’s the number of chains and derailleur bits I’ve got through since I started.
Anyway, 222 is said to be a number that guides you to move forward in harmony and faith as you build towards your heart’s desire. How sweet. My desire is for someone to donate the last pound or dollar that means I don’t have to do this anymore. Simple as. I just hope it doesn’t take 22 years because I’ll be 82 by then.
If you haven’t guessed already, I’m researching this stuff as I write, looking back over the numbers for a deeper meaning, then trying to put a bit of spin on it.
The script says that as we dream the life that we want, the number 222 says that we sabotage ourselves with negative thought. It is said that we become consumed with all the reasons why things will not work out.
Too damned right!
That is me, every single day, before I head out the door. I manage to think myself out of so many potential routes on the basis that they feel too hard, or that I don’t think, on that day, at that time, that I can do myself justice. I reckon that at least 60% of stages fall into that category. Then I go out and smash ‘em, usually courtesy of chasing Strava KOTP’s, just to get the subject line of Ride2Cure Neuroblastoma out there for free. I’ve taken five this week alone. In the end, the power comes from the experience of knowing that you’ve overcome this feeling many times before, no matter how tired or how negative you may be feeling.
The script then goes on to say that the number 222 indicates a need to rebalance.
How apt. How timely…
There’s a storm coming tomorrow: Storm Ciara, the third storm of the winter. R2C2 has already survived Atiyah and Brendan so I can say with some assurance that Ciara will be defeated. How is up to my powers of strategic thinking, but be assured that I already have plans in place to be knocking out Stage 229 this time next week. I was telling an old friend just a couple of days ago about the time I cycled home from Glasgow into a November storm on the A77 bike path: unlit road, 40mph of wind against and lashing rain: I was cycling down the hill to the bridge where the M77 crosses over the A77 by the dump, and I was doing 7mph giving it everything I had. I know about this shit, and I know how to beat it.
It goes on…
The number 222 not only reminds you to be positive, but it reassures you that a positive attitude is warranted. It confirms that you are on the right path: Everything will happen in its own time and you must not be discouraged.
The number 2 by itself is a positive sign, but when it is repeated three times, you can be sure that your angel guides are telling you to persevere. I have three angel guides: Oscar, Vanessa and Eileidh. Three is the angel number of spirituality, creativity and self-expression. Apt.
In my role as fitness coach for Irvine AFC, I was having a discussion earlier in the week about a good hill for pre-season training. One of the coaches came back to me and suggested the Dundonald Hill from Loans near Troon. I know that hill, I own the KOTP on it. Actually I own two, or if you want to include the special segment I created on the day of Vanessa’s funeral, I own three. That hill is a beast, just like neuroblastoma. I’ve often thought about going back and trying to improve the top bit on its own: but I’ll never, ever do that. I’ve looked at the stats: the dude that’s in second place on that final 175m 10% climb did it in isolation. He attacked that on its own. I set that KOTP at 6am at the end of the 2 mile segment from Vanessa’s school at Marr College. The 2 mile mark, the one mile climb from the roundabout at the foot of the hill, and that final 175m finish all happened on that day. Then I went to Vanessa’s funeral four hours later. When I talk about guardian angels, I believe that V helped to power the bike up the hill that morning: the hill that overlooks her house. Why would I ever want to upset the balance of that day?
I joked earlier about the element of balance referring to the bike. On the contrary, I suggest that it refers to the need to support both Solving Kids Cancer in the UK and Neuroblastoma Australia in Australia in the search for a cure. The two charities complement each other: SKC support clinical research while NA support laboratory research: you cannot have one without the other.
If you’d said to me back in July that I’d still be going consecutively in the middle of February, I’d have said “No chance”.
If you’d said to me back in July that I’d be averaging 33 miles a day in the middle of February, I’d have said “No chance”.
But then consider this: when a child is diagnosed with neuroblastoma, what is the message that the parents want to hear from the oncologist?
“There is a chance.”
Till tomorrow, stage 223, the storm, and beyond…