9.09.09

Superstitious . . . or just been watching too many History Channel shows on Nostradamus, Mayan calendars, and planetary alignment? Or maybe you've seen too many posters advertising Beatles Rock Band, due for release today. Mr. Lennon himself had a fascination for the number 9 as evidenced by "Revolution 9," "One After 909," and "#9 Dream." He was born on October 9, as was his son Sean.

Many superstitions revolve around cats, those mysterious creatures who prowl the alleys by night. The Egyptians, God love 'em, worshipped cats, which, I suppose, is the way it should be. But humble Cat Spaulding does not believe in numerology, the Bible Code, or astrology. Whatever Jupiter does in the constellation of Leo, assuming the big guy hangs out there, is his own business. It doesn't affect me. And if the moon is in the seventh house, then it should stop breaking and entering.

Metaphysics--that's a different ball of twine. Synchronicities, according to Mr. Jung, are quite real. He treated a woman having bad dreams about a scarab beetle. During one of her sessions, a scarab beetle scratched at the window even though the beetle wasn't indigenous to the area. Hmmm. I fervently believe in signs and synchronicities. I believe in God. In fact, I believe that the Big Guy sends us these little morsels in order top catch our attention. Einstein once said that coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous. Very clever, Albert. It's not the Theory of Relativity, but it may be just as important. Indeed, maybe you didn't drop in on Cat by accident.

So keep your eyes and ears open. It's what cats and good reporters do, as well as people who still listen for the voice of God. Not bad work when you can get it. The next song on the radio may mean something. Or the license plate ahead of you in traffic. The person you meet at the Post Office. Or anything. Me? I've been seeing 9s for about two months now but have no idea why. No problem. All in good time.

Meanwhile, it's been a hard day's night. I need to watch some History Channel shows on cats and UFOs and Nostradamus. And then sleep for sixteen hours, give or take. Meow.