See I've always knew I was going to die at 35. It's not that I'm all that excited about it, and I certainly will attempt no behavior to make it self-manifest itself, but it's coming and there's nothing I can do about it. With today being my birthday, and only two years left to live I've got a lot I need to get done in the next few years. At this point you probably think I'm a complete nutter, right? Well if so, I'm in good company:
In 1909, Twain was quoted as saying: “I came in with Halley's Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I expect to go out with it. It will be the greatest disappointment of my life if I don't go out with Halley's Comet. The Almighty has said, no doubt: 'Now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.'”
His prediction came true. On April 21, 1910, Mark Twain died of a heart attack in Redding, Connecticut, a day after the comet's approach to Earth. He is buried in his wife's family plot at Woodlawn Cemetery in Elmira, New York.
So last year when a strange woman tells me "The 86 is coming", I had a strange feeling I knew what it was. Not familiar with the term I googled it. I expected to find nothing, but what I found was this:
In American English, the number 86 used as a verb, to "eighty-six," means to "get rid of". There are many theories of the origin of this usage, most pertain either to death. cite
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Death? It was clear the belief which I half-way considered silly was coming true.
I went on to do some further research on what the spiraling stars might mean. Again, the irony was that the spiral was the Celtic symbol for "life", a person's life more specifically, and their time line.
This of course spurred my curiosity. I seriously couldn't have thought this up if I tried. The 8 (in the 86) is in reference to the symbol for infinity, and the six, once again is a spiral.
Other than that, I don't know much else. I suppose I'm leaning towards the eighth day in the six month, or 6/8/2012 being the day I die. Which is a Monday, sadly, of course. Perhaps I'll go from cancer, or a heart-attack? I'm hoping for something really cool, like spontaneous combustion, a plane wreck, or driving off a cliff. Perhaps I can stop it? That leaves me just over 2 years to stop my own death. Two years until I'm 86'd.
