Funny as I write about alignment I am in the process of writing up a formal report for a class I am taking. I have been working on an outline but nothing will line up right - the letters keep changing to numbers and numbers to letters and I can't shift anything where I want it to...nothing is making any sense. I look at the clock and it's 11:11. For me it felt like it was saying "you can't fit this into a tidy order or shift it through your own personal will - everything is shifting and changing and coming into a higher alignment...how do you feel about that?" Tense...tight in my solar plexus, unsure that I will feel the way on, scared that I will panic and shut down rather than go in and feel the way through.