the impossible poem

The number 22 has a certain esoteric aura around itself. But I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s pretty: two numbers identical to one another, next to the eachother. It’s simple- The number two at its very essence is about a partnership. That partnership can be as grand as love or as rudimentary as a bee to a flower. Or even something you’re umbilically attached to. And it’s mysterious- who ever allowed such powerful entities to be side by side.

In the woo woo world, hearing the number 22 can mean that you’re on the path of spiritual enlightenment. It delves into the partnership that you have with your guardian angel (or whatever you choose to call it). In essence, the number 22 has a connotation to it that you’re on the right path. I once saw five 22’s in a row on a blackjack table- where was my angel then???

I don’t subscribe to all that woo woo stuff. But too many times, have I found myself missing the simple signs that were right in front of me. So I often wonder, am I wrong about the woo woo? Did I miss my 22? If you’d ask my fiancé Ashley, she’d live, love and die by it. I wonder who my guardian angel would side with- or if they’d even show up to answer the question. They’d probably say I found my 22 in Ashley herself.

For the here and now, for you all, 22 means something much different. It means the end of the twenty-22 chase for the flies. On October 22- the fly hunt will be closed for the winter season. (After interacting and getting thoughts from members in the discord) I will be retrieving the loot from their hidey spot very soon. This disincentive should work as a non endorsement of searching Colorado in the winter time.

I will be returning the loot to their precise original location sometime in the month of May, twenty twenty three. And I’ll be restarting the chase for the loot around the same time. The caveat I have for this is as follows: starting May the first, I will accept (once again) photos of the final spot the poem takes you to as proof of a solve. Beginning the first of June, I will revert back to only accepting the recovery of the loot. Of note: this is not to increase difficulty. It is to dissuade winter searching. Keep those engines off til spring.

But all is not lost my friends. We still have sixteen official days of searching, for someone to solve the impossible before I recover “it”. While I of course doubt this is even feasible for you all to try, you still have time.

I’m left thinking about the power of patience. A couple of things my old pappy would say to me were:

Ben, time allows for your brain to catch up with your heart.

Ben, patience is the world’s way of making sure you are ready.

Ben, it’s not that we wait. It’s what we do while we must wait that matters.

Nobody has solved the impossible poem. And as it stands- you all now have until August 22nd of twenty twenty three to course correct. That’s three hundred and twenty days left. Good luck