I moved around a lot as child. We had recently moved into an apartment in the suburbs of Atlantic City with my newborn sister when I turned 6. The address was 33 Liberty Court.
Like most of the places I called home in my early years, we lived there for less than a year. Despite the duration, I learned a lot of my most valuable lessons in the minute amount of time we spent in this apartment. I babysat myself for the first time, as well as my infant sister, when my mom had to step out for work or to run important errands. Sometimes, I had to wake myself up in the morning, pack my own lunch, and walk alone down the street to the bus stop for school. When I pretended to read a list of books to win the BOOK IT! prize (a personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut), my mom dissuaded me against cheating my way to victory, which left a huge impression on my conscience. Due to the mold in the apartment, I even endured a week of trauma (and a Happy Days marathon on Nick @ Nite) at the hospital, which taught me not to play around with my allergies. These situations, among others, provided me with wisdom that I carry with me to this day. It was not until years later that I realized our little apartment was vibrating at such a masterful frequency.
In a previous post on numerology, I mentioned the master numbers [the 3 numbers that aren’t reduced to single digit status]: 11, 22, and 33. Known as the Master Teacher, 33 combines the spiritually intuitive sensitivity of 11 and the enterprisingly global vision of 22, and uses this knowledge to uplift the world. 33 [3+3] is a higher vibration of 6, the nurturing number that represents community, family, and responsibility, so these qualities are amplified exponentially. Supportive 6 uses the power of love to heal, and 33’s duty is to demonstrate how a little patience, compassion, and selflessness go a long way. 33 transcends domestic relations and blood bonds to foster universal familiarity. Do you think there’s any coincidence that Jesus Christ lived to be 33?