11/1/2026
November 1st, 2026
Daylight Savings Time Ends
Angel number 1101 is a divine message of new beginnings, personal growth, and creative expression. It signals that your thoughts manifest rapidly, and you are being guided to take conscious leadership over your path.
Core Numerology Breakdown
• Number 1 (Repeating Three Times): Symbolizes new beginnings, independence, creation, motivation, and the power to shape your own reality. Seeing three 1s amplifies these energies significantly.
• Number 0: Represents infinite potential, the “God force,” spiritual journeys, and the amplification of whatever numbers stand beside it.
• Reduction to 3 (1 + 1 + 0 + 1 = 3): Number 3 stands for communication, self-expression, joy, and creativity. Many interpret 1101 as the message that past false starts or quiet pauses weren’t failures, but a refinement leading to a stronger, more authentic voice.
Key Areas of Meaning
• New Beginnings & Career: Seeing 1101 often pops up when you are on the verge of a fresh start, a creative project, or a career shift. It encourages you to step out of your comfort zone and trust your inner wisdom.
Angel number 201 (or 0201) brings a spiritual message of trust, balance, and new beginnings.
Meaning of Individual Digits
• Number 2: Represents balance, patience, cooperation, and listening to others.
• Number 0: Amplifies spiritual connection, potential, and infinite possibilities.
• Number 1: Symbolizes new beginnings, independence, and taking the first step forward.
• Number 3 (Reduced sum: 2 + 0 + 1 = 3): Relates to creative expression, growth, and joy.
What It Means for You
• The Listener Who Speaks: In numerology, 201 often describes someone who spends time absorbing, learning, and supporting others before suddenly realizing they have their own original voice and path to share.
• Reassurance from Angels: Seeing this number is a sign that your angels support you, and you are making steady—even if subtle—progress on your soul mission.
• Stay Grounded: It encourages you to maintain faith in your abilities and make conscious, positive choices as you step into a fresh cycle.
2:07pm
I spent the morning hours making food for and loving on Paul, who, I have realized, I treat like a giant baby.
I do.
I just now, in the past few days, realized it, and I have to stop it, because I am feeding into a cycle of him not taking care of himself.
He just sort of forces or guilts or pays others to take care of him and his needs, and then so refuses to take care of them himself.
He just refuses to take care of himself.
I love him, but I can’t stand his lack of empathy and compassion for others.
I don’t know if it’s the never having children?
Probably that’s what it is with Gem too, they just don’t develop that “seeing the world through another person’s eyes.”
It’s the whole Empathy and Compassion Thing, yoooooooooooooooooouuuuu know?
They just…don’t.
Ugh.
And then there’s Motorcycle, whose mother lavished him with praise and love, telling him he was the greatest thing that ever existed, creating a man that craved that sort of attention forevermore, expecting it from women his entire life who could never compete with that sort of over-the-top, grandiose, unrealistic kind of “You’re Always Right And Good,” love, and also creating a man who could never deal with being wrong.
I’ll never understand them.
But, I guess I do, in a way–I remember being 16, and only liking animals, and not people, because, mostly, animals were never mean to you unless you were mean to them first.
I could understand them.
You don’t hurt me, I don’t hurt you.
Cool.
We good.
People are not the same.
People will hurt you for no reason.
For fun.
For sport.
Especially boy people, and then later, men people.
And people like my Mother.
They think it’s funny, or it satisfies them in some sick, and twisted, and vicious kind of way.
I never thought it was funny, or could understand how, they could laugh at my obvious embarrassment and my humiliation, my outright, blatant, severe, out-there-for-everyone-to-see, kind of pain.
How could that ever, ever, EVER be funny to you?
Please, can you explain that to me, like I am a kindergartener?
Must be that never had happened to you.
Must be that YOU never had to feel that HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE SHAME, and emotional and mental and physical PAIN, and HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME kind of OVERWHELMING and ALL-CONSUMING kind of PAIN????!!!
It never occurred to me that it DID happen to them, and that THAT’S why they did it to me, because when you FEEL that sort of RIP YOUR GUTS OUT kind of SHAME, that you DIDN’T DESERVE and got BEATEN ON for NO REASON by someone A LOT BIGGER than you, maybe, when you were just little, and you couldn’t do a FUCKIN’ THING to DEFEND yourself, welp, I guess, in some cases, some people just want to do that do another person.
Animals do that too, if you beat ’em bad enough.
They get real mean and nasty, and there’s almost nothin’ that you can do to love it out of them.
That’s why I stuck with animals, when I was growing up, and most of my twenties too.
I just didn’t understand a world where you could be born to a Mother who hated you, and a step-brother who thought you were a sex toy, and a Dad who was just trying so hard to please the Mother (still is) that he couldn’t see the Truth Right In Front Of His Face (still can’t), and then, the Get Outta Here, No Fucking Kidding, Really? Cherry On the Topper of THAT Fucking Cake–A TWIN SISTER Who Was So Obsessed with Getting Mommy to Love Her (Still Is) That She Hates On You (to, like–your Entire Town, and the County Judge, and, CYS workers, and the District Attorney–you know–the Life Ruiners) To This Day, Every Single Goddamn Chance She Gets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And a Little Bro who just thinks I’m a crazy person, and doesn’t believe in God–or anything at all–except for wacko conspiracy theories about The Grateful Dead being in control of the Universe or something.
Whatev.
Anyway.
Motorcycle just messaged me that he’s going to do his dishes today.
Well, good for you, man, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done your dishes.
I can, however, tell you how many times you’ve done mine, and that’s a big, fat, ZERO.
You know, Tabby asked me the other day if I would be with Zuko if she ever got out of prison, and I immediately said a big, fat, YES.
She brought up how the men in my life aren’t the kind of “Save the World” kind of people, like I am, but Zuko is, you know?
You know?
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW.
As soon as Motorcycle kicked me out the last time, he started burning plastics again and stopped recycling.
Like–the instant my stuff was gone.
Paul only does it when it’s convenient for him.
Gem never does.
I’ll never understand people.
What are they going to do in a few weeks when the entire grid collapses, like everybody says it’s going to?
People are still, like, standing around, playing their violins, like, while the Titanic is fucking sinking…aaaaaaaaaaaaand NOBODY’S SAYING ANYTHING.
Like, seriously?
ALL of the governments around the WORLD are warning people about being self-sufficient for at least 90 days.
And people are just, like, lah-de-dah, like, I have to go, and like, get my fucking nails done, like, when it was COVID, and shit.
But this is much bigger than COVID.
AND COVID WAS BIG.
THE U.S. MILITARY IS DIGGING MASS GRAVES.
Those are for US, guys.
THOSE ARE FOR US.
What are people going to do?
Here’s my advice:
Start stocking up on canned goods, and start saving enormous amounts of water, and no, I’m not even close to kidding.
Stock up on your pet food too, and share this post, if you care, even a little, about your life, or the lives of those around you.
Water, canned food, pet food, tell the people around you that you love them.
I’m not even close to kidding, and this is not fear-mongering.
This is the truth.
Love, Justine