I have been trying to get people to tell me what 1111 or 11:11 means to them and all they come up with are spiritual wishes.  What does 11:11 mean?

According to Dimension1111.com, “The 1111 phenomenon happens more frequently when one is on a spiritual path of self discovery.  Many people are beginning to awaken to their own higher selves and to the true nature of reality. The 11:11 experience is a synchronicity that occurs when one begins to become more conscious of the connection between the physical world outside of them and the spiritual world within them.”

My spiritual world has been active lately especially with the sights of butterflies and what they represent to me, loves lost.  Three butterflies, that dance freedom from pain and suffering.  I am surprised there are only three as I have lost more than three people in my lifetime.  But these three, that were just two for the longest time, they come out into the grassy area of the apartments where we walk the dogs.

A Monarch, representing my Grandmother, Ruth Flewelling, May 25, 1917 to July 12, 2006, I see most often.

A Yellow Tiger Swallowtail, that takes the place of my Father, Bernard Langworthy, February 7, 1927 to November 12, 1999, seen below among flowers at my Mother’s home in upstate NY, comes to me when I am in random moods.

And to join the dance, is my wife’s granny, Audrey Kunza, who passed away on March 15th, I saw her spirit the day she died, in the form of Florida’s state butterfly, a Zebra Longwing.

You are asking me what do butterflies have to do with this 11:11 thing?  They are my spiritual world and in that world lies my meaning of what 1111 means to me.

In 1999. my life was ok, I was living in Florida and life was good.  Had a good job, a roof over my head, great friends and later that fall, a phone call would turn it all upside down.  A phone call I would get at 10pm, the night of November 11…11/11.  The last day that my father was alive, he died about 8 hours after my phone call, to come home.

Every time, I see 11:11 I immediately think of my father, and that mad rush to try and get home, to only get turned away at the ticket counter at the airport, and being thankful I had friends there to pull me back from going over the ticket counter to strangle the lady, smiling at me, telling me there are no flights from Orlando to Albany, NY until tomorrow evening.  Frantic to get home, to be with my father and mother, to prepare for that moment when I would lose him…permanently.  I do not remember the plane flight or even getting to the airport, or landing, but I do remember seeing my brother and his wife, and my aunt, who originally called me nearly 24 hours prior, giving them hugs and then being told that my father had passed away that morning at 7:30.  In a public place, I didn’t care that people watched me cry, and blat out loud like a baby.  It wasn’t their father it was mine.

So, my 11/11 was life living on the edge of dying.  Where that death, changed me.   An 11 would also come forth and be another last life moment, when my Gram passed away on July 12, 2006, again my life was turned upside down and inside out.  In between his life and hers, 9/11 happened where everyday people kissed loved ones goodbye as they headed to work…lives lost in the hands of hate.   I can only dream of ever holding the hands of the loves I have lost, but in the meantime, walking the dogs and getting lost in my spiritual world of dancing free in the grasses of green, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So what does 11:11 mean to you?