Since I could count, my favorite number was five. It was the month of my birth, and the number of immediate family members, my mother and father and two brothers, one older and one younger. I was the middle of this equation. Five is such an important number, as is the number 7. And on Friday I read on one of the Boards about the significance of 11:11. I'll explain all soon. But what I wanted to say first is that my late mother was a spiritual person. When she passed five years ago, everything happened around the number three. She died on the 3rd January 2003. I cannot remember all the 3's that came up, but whenever we experienced problems, 3, and 33 seemed to crop up. When my daughter revealed her abuse the three's were there too. Well, apart from that I never experienced any mind jolting experiences that my mother was around us spiritually. Except that the holiday house my father bought and where we put all her precious possessions as a homage to her, was transferred into my father's name on what would have been her 73rd birthday. Ah, a sign we were doing the right thing. Life is like that. We seek approval all the time. That is what I missed most with my mother. When my daughter was in so much trouble, I deeply missed my mother to talk to. But then 11:11 began appearing. Clocks in the house, computer and cell-phone. I thought it was a kind of a "Harry Potter" experience. My brother spent a couple of years going off the rails emotionally, he missed my mother too. His marriage was unstable, but typical of a man, he could not or simply would not consult his immediate family for advice and help. Eventually he cracked under the strain, and had a very bad episode in which, whilst in my mother's holiday house, with his family, he had a fall-out with my sister-in-law. We are a respectable family and the entire incident was a huge trauma, she called the security company who was monitoring the houses in the area and had him arrested for his extremely uncharacteristic behaviour. (to us, anyway. They spent 22 years in an unhappy marriage). He did not hit her but had certainly wanted to. We drove there the next day, only to find he had returned to the house on foot after walking about ten kilometres, in rain, in sandals and without a jersey or a meal since probably two days before. He drove home alone. He was ashamed of his behaviour and we never told him we knew what had happened. The wife called him an abuser, but I knew he was desperate as he was not being well-nourished and certainly was unloved. The entire drama was played out in a house we had put together as a tribute to my mother. Well, if she was in fact there in spirit, he must have been showing her how he felt about life. Six months later after being in his own house as an unwelcome guest, he took his life. You can imagine the effect this all had on the family. First the passing of my mother, and three years later my younger brother followed her. The holiday house was very under utilised after that. The entire idea of being a loving family was squashed. My father is living with us and I do my best to keep us all cheerful. We can sit and analyse "why" but as our priest said, it was my brother's will. And he is with my mother in the same beautiful peace garden, where he is at rest. On Friday I was reading the Boards and saw the postings about 11:11. I thought strange, I get those sightings. And then on Saturday we were at the same Church preparing for a huge annual fund-raiser which attracts quite a couple of thousand people. I decided to move the car and go home because of the traffic congestion. As I stood on the roadside, my surviving older brother and his wife drove past. Here's the feeling: in one part of a second, my late mother and brother were behind me in the garden, my father and husband were in the rectory and my older brother was in front of me. All five of the family united even for a split second. In the Universe, time is relative. Yep, this was all my relatives, together. I felt it so strongly. What a fantastic moment, we were still a family after all. And later in the day, my father told me the rest of the puzzle: as he stood in the dining room where the guild ladies were serving up the teas, one of the ladies gasped - she said she did not know if she should say anything, but she said she just saw my mother standing next to my father. Five years.... and such a stong presence! My mother was so fond of the ladies and they missed her a lot. She was an organising sort, and I was not surprised that she was there after all! The house has just been sold, and here was the sign she was still with us, no matter what. As for the 11:11, my birthday 29:56 adds up to 11:11. Perhaps she was talking to me all the time. If you see these numbers, be at peace, for they are a sign the angels are communicating with us. Believe......love from Eve, in the "Garden".