A Message from Kevin: Numerology, Seriously?

The Spirit Guide Who Won’t Let Me Be Serious

Right, it’s me. Kevin.
Yes, that Kevin. The one you occasionally mutter at when you think no one’s listening. Newsflash: we’re always listening. Especially when you start getting all mystical and lighting those weird candles. The scent situation is getting a bit much, by the way.

So, I see you’ve dragged out the numerology charts again. Got your Life Path 22/4 scribbled out on a notepad like it’s the Da Vinci Code. Honestly, watching you try to ‘figure out the universe’ is one of my favorite pastimes up here. That and eavesdropping when you talk to your plants. (Gerald the fern says hi, by the way.)

Now, I know you’re looking for big answers. The ‘Why am I here?‘ and ‘What’s it all for?‘ kind of stuff.
And the numbers – yeah, they’re cool. They’ve got their place. But if I might offer a little cosmic perspective, love…

You didn’t come down there to solve the mystery. You came down to live it.
Messy, wild, occasionally swearing-at-the-sky living.

Your 22/4 is about building. Sure. Big dreams, solid foundations, all that. But it doesn’t mean you have to have your whole life spreadsheet-ed like some galactic accountant. Sometimes the best thing you can build is a good story, a belly laugh, or a badly assembled flat-pack bookshelf you’ll swear at for hours.

And that 5 in your Soul Urge? That’s why you keep quitting things, chasing shiny objects and ending up in situations where you have to Google ‘how to get cactus spines out of your foot‘. That’s not a flaw. That’s you, being you.

So here’s my official spirit-side advice:
Keep the charts, light the candles, talk to the plants.
But don’t forget to dance in the kitchen, swear at your tangled jewellery and fall a little bit in love with the ridiculousness of it all.

Numbers are nice. But chaos, darling, is where the magic is.

See you at your next midnight overthinking session.
Kevin

P.S. (from me)
I swear, if Kevin was in human form, he’d be the one at the back of the yoga class eating crisps and heckling the instructor. But, as always, he’s annoyingly right. The numbers guide me but life was meant to be lived, laughed at and occasionally completely misunderstood.

Thanks for the reminder, Kev.
Now excuse me while I go untangle myself from my own chart again.