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Personal Organic Sync w/ Death of Ray Emery

For those of you who read Dan Behrendt’s Blog, one of, if not the most fascinating Blog related to this study, this post will seem familiar to you. It may also resemble posts of mine that I’ve made in the Organic Matrix section of this Blog.

However, if you’re not at all familiar with the “organic matrix”, the generally-accepted term for the numerical construct we appear to be living in here in this realm, then this will seem rather bizarre. I would find it especially humorous if the guy this post is about somehow finds it…he’d almost certainly wonder how his friends ended up hanging out with someone who pays attention to numbers this closely.


As others have noted, the more you pay attention to numerology and symbolism, the more your own life begins to sync up with the news we get about athletes, celebrities, musicians, etc. I’ve had many examples of this, too few of which I’ve documented, but this one is really kinda spooking me out.

I went to Electric Forest with my brother, his wife, and several other friends and couples. Only one guy ended up backing out…understandably so, as he had just attended EDC in Vegas.

His name is Ray, and he’s the only black guy of the group. Of course, race is not something I’d ever mention in this scenario, but it’s quite relevant to the post. I’d met him on a few occasions, but this was the first time we’d met up outside a party.

Within 24 hours, we got news of the death of Ray Emery, one of just a handful of black players to ever win a Stanley Cup. What really weirds me out about it – had Ray Emery played any other sport, then it wouldn’t seem like a big deal. But the fact that the black athlete named Ray who died was an NHL player, a league in which fewer than 90 black men have ever laced up a pair of skates, this seems especially strange.

The more I thought it about it, the spookier it got. I got the idea to see if I could find the birthday of the Ray I met and measure it up to Ray Emery, just out of curiosity. And I shit you not, this was the first picture I saw of him:Ray is wearing a Boston Celtics jersey, #33

"Thirty-three" = 156 (English Ordinal)"Boston Celtics" = 156 (English Ordinal)

As I exposed in my post, the death of Ray Emery was a numerical riddle in relation to the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ, who died at age 33

"Crucifixion of Jesus Christ" = 303 (English Ordinal) "Crucifixion of Jesus Christ" = 303 (Jewish Ordinal)

(7) + (15) + 2+0+1+8 = 33

Ray Emery died on a date with 33 numerology 2 months, 13 days before his next birthday"Crucifixion of Jesus Christ" = 2130 (English Extended)


Anyway, I had to double-take when I saw Ray’s birthday. It’s only 2 days before Ray Emery’s! Different year though. Also, Ray Emery did not go by the name Raymond like the Ray I know.

I’ll use asterisks for Ray’s last name for now:

“Ray Emery” = 47  |  “Ottawa Senators” = 47 (R)
“Raymond ****” = 47 (RR)

“Ray Emery” = 218  |  “Sugar Ray” = 218 (Franc Baconis)
“Raymond ******* **** Jr” = 218 (O)


It turns out Raymond has some wild organic coding with his birthday.

“Ray ****” = 96 (O)  |  Born on the date leaving 96 days in the year

“Raymond ****” = 61 (R)  |  142 (O)
His birthday’s life lesson number is 61 and the date had full numerology of 142

If you’re an astute reader/follower of my posts, you may think “wait a minute…his name sums to 142 and he was born on a date with 142 numerology? Isn’t that a number stamped into racial propaganda?”

And that would be true. The N-word sums to 42 in Reduction
“Forty-two” = 142 (O)

“Ray ****” = 42 (R)

It’s a really strange world. And I’m not just saying that so I feel like I fit in.

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