I love the number 13. I feel it is lucky and loaded with meaning. Many people, especially those brought up in Western society, see the number as a bad omen. How many skyscrapers have no 13th floor? How many people suffer of Triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13?
So why do I love it then? Easy, I’m a rebel. Just kidding, not about the rebel part, but about why I love a number that most people hate. I’m attracted to the number 13 because it is an in between number; a threshold in the realm of numerology and age, where an individual can look forward to transformation. When a person turns 13 she/he is no longer a child or yet an adult; the person becomes a member of an elite middle. During our teenage years, we go through physiological and psychological changes that usually determine who we’ll become. Is 13 a scary age? Heck yeah it is! But a bit of healthy fear is good for the development of moral fiber.
There is a lot of ugliness attached to this number: 13 women executed during The Salem Witch Trials, “The 13 Yule Lads of Iceland” will fill children’s shoes with potatoes if they've been naughty during the year (although this one would be a really good thing for a family that can’t afford food). If your perfect wedding date falls on Friday the 13th you might have to give it up if you suffer of Paraskavedekatriaphobia (not just fear of the number 13, but the combination of the number and Friday), and according to Mystical Number.Com there are a bunch of other reasons why people think the number 13 is unlucky.
I, on the other hand, am looking forward to May 13, 2011. I’ll get up early, put on black running clothes, run 13 miles, cleanse my house, work a few transformation spells at 1:13pm (I won’t turn myself into a water goblet, my dears, that only happens in Harry Potter) I’ll actually try to leave behind—kill if you may—negativity and woes, and then start searching for an agent for my novel length Dark Urban Fantasy manuscript. I will do it on that day because although 13 can be a number that signifies death, I get to choose what will perish. And as I will it, so it shall be!
Wow! Did you see the sparks?
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