The Awakening: Synchronicity, 11:11, and Divine Help

A Note From Angela Woolcott (2025)

This post is shared for historical reference to help document my journey as a writer and author. It was originally published in 2017 on my first blog and reflects my personal and creative journey at that time.

I went to bed before 11:00 PM for once last night. It was about 10:40, and I said to myself, “It’s funny not seeing 11 on the clock.” I felt a sense of connection to the angels when I saw 11:11, especially. I often found myself inspired to stay up and write or read something spiritually enriching. I was tired though and decided I needed to go to bed early.

As I lay down, I felt my heart race. I figured I was anxious about my son Toby being so far away at school camp, the furthest he has ever been from me in his whole life. I took some calming breaths and prayed for God to send angels to watch over Toby and to help me feel at ease so I could sleep. I must have fallen asleep quite quickly, as I don’t recall lying there unable to sleep.

I was suddenly awoken not long after by the sound of wings flapping quickly. I could quite clearly hear it after I awoke, and my awareness was telling me it wasn’t an echo from a dream, although I had no recollection of any dream. In the seconds it took for me to realise this, I looked over at the clock and saw 11:11 PM. I knew it was no coincidence.

To be woken from a deep sleep so suddenly that my heart raced, I thought was strange. I was tired, but I heard Wayne Dyer’s words echoing the Rumi poem, “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” Hmm, a little early, Wayne! Shouldn’t it at least be morning? Well, it’s morning somewhere in the world, I heard in my mind.

I smiled, and my feet hit the floor as I said thank you three times. I walked in the dark to my kitchen, dimmed the light, and found my phone. I was too tired to load up the internet or my computer. I sat on my blue leather chair and smiled again as I remembered Wayne had one and so did my dad.

I logged into Facebook, and an emotionally impactful post popped up. I clicked on a video that someone had shared, which they wrote had made a huge impact on them. The video featured a spiritual speaker whose words spoke of her experience with learning to read from the Bible and the truth that when we do things with Christ, we are not alone. Her message spoke to my heart, reminding me that we are here to serve a purpose, that it is no accident. So beautiful. So much more powerful to receive it after being woken in such a way.

I thought at the time the wings moved so fast that at first I thought the budgie had got out of his cage or a huge moth was flying above me. I wouldn’t have thought an angel was flying above me. I didn’t see anything like I did more than a decade ago in Byron when I clearly saw an angel of light at the foot of my bed. What did it mean? A fairy with tiny wings!?

Then, when I woke this morning, the first thought I had was, “It was a hummingbird!” And when questioned, I thought, yes, it would sound like that; swiftly moving wings. They are known to make the pattern of the infinity symbol. The hummingbird is a powerful animal symbol, representing infinity and the quest for the infinite within.

I decided to have the confidence to write on Facebook about my synchronicity, only to receive a reply saying the message arrived right at 11:11. Angels, mmm, too cool! My heart was comforted that Toby was safe. We may not know how these things happen, or even if they are possible, but science has proven that all energy is connected and entangled. All I know is that when we ask for help and connect our hearts with the divine, goodness will flow towards us to help.