Has anyone lived in a house whose number was either 9 or added up to 9? I've been living in one for the past decade, and it's been one hell of a series of endings which the egoic mind has not been happy about. Looking back over the decade, I can see that it all needed to end, but since it's not yet finished, I'm still feeling uncomfortable and frustrated, which is a journey in itself to bring oneself back into balance. It is possible that it is all coming to an end as there is a probability of a separation from the house itself, but the thought of moving again (I have lost count of the number of times I have moved!!) is more depressing than uplifting.
Would others like to share their experiences and how long they stayed in the house, and the experiences after leaving it?
9 is the number for Ketu....