Right out of the gate, I want it to be clear that I am not into any “spiritual” stuff such as crystals, numerology, astrology, trinkets, or decorations. I just “am” spiritual. I don’t want to give anything outside of me energy. So, I don’t. But I do love synchronicities. They happen so often that I can’t help but notice the coincidences I witness with numbers.
I have always been drawn to the number 941. It wasn’t surprising when that was my first long-term radio gig. 94.1 KMPS. Have you ever purchased an iPhone product? What is the time always on them? Yup – 9:41. I have always loved that number.
A friend shared her number with me once, which has stuck as another favorite of mine. I see 1234 everywhere. It is wildly magical. When I am drawn to look at a clock or a sign, and I see one of my numbers, it further cements how clear I am in my direction. Always.
On the incredibly in-alignment days (most days), I am shown so many interesting number combinations, consecutive numbers, or fun patterns. I just love and enjoy the moments. Often resulting in a screenshot that I will never do anything with.
I started seeing interesting numeric similarities after looking back at my writing about my journey over the last year.
I lived between the Palmer cabin in Yachats and where I raised my daughter in Puyallup; most of my stuff was in boxes awaiting a forever home. It was unsettling but certainly better than settling.
I spent more time at the Puyallup house for Christmas and the off-chance that the child would visit. John and I got along great. I was in the room on the east side of the house, and he was on the west.
Something wild happened to me between 1:00 and 2:00am on 12-21-2021. I woke up from a dead sleep and had an incredibly high fever. I dropped to the floor and crawled down the hall, heading toward the stairs. I don’t know where I was going, but that was where I stopped.
My husband John came rushing to my side when he saw a human puddle at the top of the stairs. I was on fire. I was blazing hot, sizzling, and sweating from every pore on my body. Even my hair was soaked instantly. I just knew I was in a puddle and that I was perfectly fine. I saw myself from above, so I know this was an out-of-body experience, but it was minimalized. I just remember the peace I felt lying there. It was as if I knew I was dead, and it was beautiful. I was ready. I have always been ready. I want to remember home.
But I knew it was not time for me. This was not my death scene. This was the first time I received what I can only describe as a “transmission” or “download.” It is impossible to put a name to it as I use the word ‘download’ to describe other stuff I get. It was just a deep dive into a vulnerable space for me to receive what was coming through. I had no idea what was coming next.
I told my husband I had to throw up, so he hustled to the kitchen to get a bowl. When he returned, I had already used a towel, and the event was over. Within twenty minutes, I crawled from my bed with a high fever and was half dead at the top of the stairs. I threw up a little and then experienced super chills as my body quickly returned to my normal 97.3 temperature.
I knew my husband was beyond perplexed at what he had just witnessed. But there was something special about his experiencing this with me. He was terrified; this was clear. But he jumped in to help. He didn’t know what to do, so I gave him an assignment. He was there for me the best way he knew how to be.
I was grateful for him at the spiritual level. When the fever broke and I had the chills, I walked to my room and grabbed my pillow. I walked into John’s bedroom and put my pillow on my old side of the bed. No questions asked. It felt good to be near his energy, and I am sure he needed mine, as he just had an experience he would work desperately to forget over the next twenty-four hours.
Over the next 2-3 weeks, two people were brought to me to interview on my YouTube channel. The information that came through during these interviews was more powerful than anything I had been exposed to.
After the interviews, I couldn’t go back to them for weeks. I knew they had to be edited and created to get on my channel. However, I was not able to face the information again quite yet. I knew once I went back to face the edits, I couldn’t hide from the truths I had just discovered.
On 01-12-2022 I met God for the first time as channeled through my friend Maria Elena.
On March 17, 2022, I took possession of my new home on the Oregon Coast. Finally, I would have a place to unpack all my stuff and find my art supplies again.
Right before my departure, I told John that he had to wait five days after moving in to bring me the dog. I said, “I won’t be able to take care of her.” He never questioned it. He agreed to the delay. I didn’t know what it meant.
The day he showed up with the dog, I could finally walk again. For five days, I was on the couch, unable to move. My right kidney and liver were inflamed. Moving into my new home, I had to experience a re-birthing process. I was barely conscious for those five days.
During a Zoom call on the third Sunday in May, I was told via guidance that I was disappearing. Presumably from the people before me? I couldn’t know. Moments after that information, it was expanded upon that I was “disappearing,” and I was also being “summoned.”
I shared this clear information with all of my friends. I always write everything down so it is documented time and time again. Everyone was given notice that I was disappearing. No one could have had a clue that it meant I indeed was leaving the lives of everyone behind that I knew up until the moment of that Zoom call.
It took over the course of the summer for it all to unfold, but now that I write this early in 2023, it was clearly a message that I was to be pulled from the life I knew, one where everyone knew all of my histories. I was delivered where my new story started fresh, right at that moment, with no back story.
I wish some of my old friends could understand that we all hitch our stars to something. I was the thing they connected to for a while, yet they no longer needed me in this capacity. It is time for them to walk the rest of the journey without me. They have the power in their ruby slippers.
Am I gone forever? I can’t know. I do what I am guided to do now, and for this moment only. Looking back, I realized that the third Sunday in May was the last group Zoom call I was on. I disappeared.
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