9 needs 11 to build 22.
I’ve been saying that for a long time.
I was struck by a bolt of inspiration last night. The person I’m here to find is the illustrator I’ve been searching for.
Talked to Rie today. We haven’t collaborated since Cojones. It would be nice to work on something together again, have our names on the same creation. There is one more person in the triangle, and we are ready to make art.
I’ve learned that 11’s are about ideas. 9 sits on the summit of humanity, able to explain to those who have questions what they see, trying to light the way for others, but 11’s give 9’s ideas for transcendence to communicate to the people.
How did I never realize until now that Rie is an 11. I think it needed to be hidden from my consciousness until now. I remember the birthdays of almost everyone I’ve met in my life…sometimes I can’t remember names but I usually remember birthdays. Yet, despite being my best friend and trusted confidante, I have always had trouble remembering the exact numbers in her birthdate.
Have faith. Something is coming through, and it’s creative and exciting.