When I moved into my apartment complex my parking tag was originally 1717 which I thought was odd. Any witch sees repeating numbers and raises an eye brow, but I brushed it off as coincidence. I've been here a year and I think it may have finally made sense, even as I got a new one. I met a woman at my community pool who shared my same name, hair color, and stature. She was about 20 to 30 years older but I would have sworn there was a glitch in the timeline. I fear, she was me if I didn't spiritually awake when I did. She made conversation with me initially and 'Older Kay' helped me realize the significance of the 17, in the first place.