When I was younger I often went to church and always felt a connection to God, the Universe, as well as nature. When I was 12 I woke in the night. The only bathroom in our house was downstairs and there were no windows in the hallway, I had to go down to reach the stairs to go to the first floor. As I was descending the stairs I was blinded by a blinding white light behind me, it was so bright I could not even see in front of me. I did not feel afraid. I had no idea what it could be and I just continued down the stairs and pretended I did not see it.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the knob of the door at the bottom of the steps. By the time I returned to go back to bed it was gone. To this day I feel it was divine light from an angel, God, or something heavenly. I have always cherished the memory and felt that I have had some connection to the non-physical world. That God had a purpose for me. Perhaps that is why I am often told that I am a light. Whatever the reason I am forever grateful for the experience.
Another experience I often have is with street lamps and lights and electronics in general. Often times when I am taking a walk at night or the early morning and as I walk by street lamps and lights on buildings they blow out. On a few occasions this has happened right when I looked at the light. This has scared me at times because I have no clue as to what it is or what it means. I have accepted it as a natural happening and feel good about it when it happens now. Also anything with a volume, regardless whether its a button or dial to turn up the volume, the volume always goes up. I have always wondered why this happen so much and just recently became aware that it might be connected to the other experiences I have had.
I also started experiencing 11:11 about 9 years ago on receipts, clocks, and in other forms. More recently I have been seeing more triple digits like 444, 555, and 111. I have woke up on more than one occasion to look and see 555. I only recently discovered that 11:11 is also the time that the Mayan Calendar ends. I feel like there is some connection between all this; what that connection is I do not know.