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It wasn’t planned.
As I’m sitting here writing this, I happened to glance at the clock.
6:54.
Six. Five. Four.
A perfect sequence.
If you’ve followed my writing for a while, you already know I don’t believe every coincidence is just a coincidence. Sometimes life has a funny way of tapping you on the shoulder.
Tonight felt like one of those moments.
I’ve written about Nikola Tesla before, but something kept pulling me back to him.
Maybe it’s because I once worked at a Tesla museum.
Maybe it’s because today I work at a Holocaust museum, preserving history from the very same era that Tesla lived through.
Different stories.
Different missions.
The same period in history.
Sometimes I wonder if there has been a thread connecting these chapters of my life all along.
Tesla and the Mystery of 3, 6, and 9
If you’ve spent any time online, you’ve probably heard the famous quote:
“If you only knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9…”
Here’s the interesting part.
There isn’t much evidence Tesla actually...
