The Raven. It always starts the same way. You notice them. Perched on the fence post. Following your car. The sound of wings, dark, heavy, deliberate, right before something in you shifts. You don’t decide to be called by Ravens. They decide to call you. And once they do, life stops feeling like coincidence. The…
You glance at the clock. 11:11. You shrug it off, until it happens again. 2:22 on the receipt, 3:33 on your phone, 4:44 on a license plate. At some point, you can’t ignore it anymore: something is calling your attention. Repeating numbers — or angel numbers, as many call them — are one of the…
