tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40623162768177612192024-03-07T23:30:44.786-08:002022quake7qwakeuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02888320266683429954noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062316276817761219.post-87828623254722263462021-12-29T17:50:00.007-08:002021-12-30T18:18:41.487-08:00<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: x-large;"> CONFIRMATION # 7</span></p><p align="center" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: large;">Numerous #22 signs given</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> In
2009-2010 when I was visiting California for several months,
everywhere I went I was getting 22 signs. I could show you from my
2009 Facebook history posts. At the time I didn't know what they
meant. I thought they were just the #22 pointing to a time of
fullness because like the biblical number 7, 22 is a similar
number meaning fullness or completion, a severing or a time of
cutting off (22 letters in the Hebrew alphabet; 22 as original count
of old testament books; 22 chapters in Revelation; Tishri 22 the last
day on God's sacred calendar). </span>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> For
instance on September 22nd, 2009 , I was flyering cars in the Bay
Area back then. I look at my cell phone.
It reads 1:22. I was just catching on to those signs at the
time and so I prayed, God show me when it's 2:22. I go back to
flyering cars, totally forgetting that prayer and an hour later boom!
It hits me like lightning. I check my cell phone. It read 2:22.
I later go back to my van and I count 11 bundles of flyers and 11
water bottles I kept in the same bin (22). At that same time I did an
inventory of how many flyers I delivered that day. It was rounded off
to 2200 flyers. I then go to my Facebook page and it says I have 22
messages to check and look down at the time and my laptop time reads
7:22. What a day! That was 7 #22 signs on that 22nd of September.
That time was super supernatural for me even though I really didn't
know what was going on at the time. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> On
October 29th 2009, I had a call from area code 202 at 4:22 and
it took my phone minutes to 222 minutes left. About 2 hours later, I
catch 222 posts in a forum I started. I then catch 222 views of
a YouTube video I made. I then see I have 22 updates on my Facebook
page. That was 6 #22 signs that day. </span></span></p><p align="justify" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span>Here's a further experience
that blew my mind with these #22 signs. I was leaving the bay area
and headed to Southern California. My first stop in So Cal was Santa
Barbara, so from my GPS I randomly hit a spot on the Santa
Barbara GPS map and continued on. This is early December 2009 and
previously, not only was I getting many #22 signs but also mind
blowing 911 signs, meaning California 911 emergency alert, the mega
quake is coming. </span>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> So it's
night time. I notice as I'm coming to the address my GPS randomly
punched in takes me to, my odometer is starting to come to 911. I
figured I'd let the GPS play out and go to the exact random address
it takes me to. I'm at the end of the GPS directions. I pull over and
park. My odometer reads 911 miles. I get out of my van and go to the
nearest building to see the address. It was night time so
I had to go up to the building to find out what the
address was. The address on the building read 2220. I'm speechless.
How can this be? 2220 at 911 miles, ending at the random GPS location
punched in hours ago? Hello! </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> I was
getting incredible 911 signs on both my lower and upper odometers,
every time. While in the bay area I had a minor fender bender
accident on 9/29/09. At the very point of the accident, my
odometer reads 911.1 miles. Ha! Then I hear in the Spirit, "
911! A crash is coming from the mega quake." </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> My 1st
day in California entering, my odometer hits 911. On 9/11/09, my
odometer hits 911 miles at 11:11am (22). The 1st day in San
Francisco, the prophesied epicenter, my odometer reads 911. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"> When I
entered into LA, the 1st 2 buses I saw were bus #2 and bus #222 and
no other bus numbers that day. I get my van insurance bill. It says
I owe $222 on it. I pump gas and the pump stops at $22.22.
After a few weeks of these 22 signs, I look at my sneakers. They are
New Balance #622 sneakers.</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> Numerous
#22 signs like this. Many of these #22 signs were not just “noticing”
the number 22 with mind games, but were out of my control. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> Get
this! On my last day in California, I wake up in the morning from
sleep to leave, hop in my van driver's seat and to start the
engine to go home! And BOOM! My odometer says 192,222 miles. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"><span> Even
when I get back to Tennessee from that long California trip I see cop
cars #202 and #222 for 2 weeks and no other numbered cop cars. I
apply for a federal tax ID to start a business. The number given ends
in 222. I ask in prayer on 1-10-11(=22) to show me a sign. I then
pull my phone out of my pocket. Random pocket #s punched on it are
222-2. On 2-22-11, I asked for a sign and not only did the 2nd major
Christ Church, NZ quake happen that day, but for the 1st time, I saw
the manufacturing plate on my van. It said my van had turned 22 years
old that month. On April 22nd that year, I call a
friend and it takes my phone minutes to
622 minutes left at exactly 11:22 am. </span>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Averia Serif Libre; font-size: medium;"> All of
this was pointing to the year 2022. Do you see why my experiencing these signs is
overwhelming evidence to me? </span>
</p><p style="font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2022quake.blogspot.com" style="font-family: "Averia Serif Libre"; font-size: large;">BACK TO THE 17 SIGNS</a></p>
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