I Keep Seeing 1977 Everywhere
Is the Universe trying to tell me something?
It’s been said that there’s no such thing as coincidences — that repeated words, phrases, numbers, recurring words and phrases, and even unexpected encounters are messages from our loved ones that have passed, angels, and even the Universe not random occurrences.
Maybe you don’t believe in any of that but when you notice that the time is exactly 11:11, or you shiver when it’s 90 degrees out, do you take a small moment to consider the strangeness of the incident?
I do believe that these things are messages from somewhere — I’m not sure who’s sending them, but I do think that I need to be open to them which is why I’m confused about why I keep seeing the year 1977 everywhere.
I just finished reading Daisy Jones and the Six on a friend’s recommendation and it took place in the late 70s, particularly 1977.
I watched Crip Camp, a documentary about Camp Jened, a camp for disabled teenagers and the fight for disabled rights. Much of the footage of the camp took place in you guessed it, 1977.
Never a huge fan of Peter Frampton, I see him do an acoustic performance and go down a YouTube rabbit hole and end up watching his concert from 1977 and become a huge fan. Not only is he an amazing musician, but he also has a super upbeat personality and was lifelong friends with David Bowie.
Btw, David Bowie’s incredible album came out in 1977.
1977 was the year that the original Star Wars came out, Jimmy Carter was sworn in as president and Elvis Presley died.
Okay, that’s all interesting enough, but 1977 doesn’t hold any personal magic for me. I’ll admit I was alive in that year, which is about as much as I’ll say, but there’s no significance to that date. My parents didn’t divorce that year, no one in my family died, and I didn’t do anything remarkable.
I start doing some research. Is there something about 1977 that can help me process life in 2020? There were no pandemics, quarantines, or lockdown. I can’t find many similarities between life in 1977 and life in 2020.
If this was a mystery and the only clue the protagonist had was 1977, it would be a dude.
I’ve also been watching the series, Mrs. America, about the fight for equal rights, and of course, the year 1977 is heavily referenced. Should I as a feminist do more for the rights of women?
Should I live as if it were 1977 all over again? No thanks.
I don’t know what message is being sent from the great beyond, so for now, I’ll try to open to whatever I’m supposed to be learning and I’ll listen to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album which was released in 1977.
