Synchronicity Reversed

I'm not sure if that's an appropriate title, but it was the first thing that popped in my head and I couldn't think of anything else.

My first encounters with Promila (what a pretty name) was when I was searching for other blogs about synchronicity. I needed to fin someone who understood what I was writing about and wouldn't dismiss everything that I wrote as mere coincidences. I got that enough at another blog community.

Her synchronicity with butterflies began with me. I think. If I'm remembering that correctly. Promila?

Well, anyway, now it's my turn. Promila has been having synchronicities about the numbers 44 and 444. Within an hour of reading about her experiences, I looked a the clock on my desk and the time said exactly, 4:44. The I saw the number 44 a couple of times after that, but I don't rmember the circumstances. That was in one day and since then I haven't had any more experiences with it.

I don't know what it means, either, if anything. But I never dismiss the synchronicities. I'm always paying attention, no matter how busy I get. When God whispers, I listen.