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Why Numerical Symbolism Is Important In Universal Activation
I never considered myself to be anything greater than what the system painted me to be. But on more than one occasion, something began to reveal itself—something I neither understood nor recognized at first.
Not many people know how deeply I struggled with my identity, my health, and the spiritual turmoil I felt thrown into simply because I refused to believe everything I was being told. But when I look back over the last nine years—when I began taking a stand not only for my own life but for others as well—I understand it more and more.
There were so many situations that, from the outside, people simply could not make sense of. Yet beneath it all, there was something consistent: a drive to seek truth, a passion for helping others, and a natural instinct for leadership and advocacy. A voice that not many people will hear unless they are willing to listen.
1989—that is my year. A millennial with Gen X values, trapped in a mental thunderstorm of expectations, conformity, and compliance, being pulled in countless directions throughout my life. I felt like I was fighting the real threat while everyone else was fighting smoke.
I faced criticism, delays, depression, and the loss of my inner light for a long time. Much of my life felt like one heartbreak after another. Through most of it, I prayed in the darkness. I spoke with God, and even when all I heard was silence, I did not realize He was holding onto me the entire time.
As I move forward with what I believe has always been my assignment, I find meaning in the symbolism that has followed me.
The number 1 represents new beginnings, creation, and unity.
The number 8 represents manifestation, abundance, and infinite cycles.
And then there is the number 9—completion, spiritual awakening, and humanitarianism.
January is named after Janus, the Roman god of doorways, transitions, and beginnings. He is often depicted with two faces: one looking into the past and the other looking toward the future.
The more I reflect on my birth date and my journey, the clearer certain things become. The more I examine the relentless challenges directed at my life and the lives of people I care about, the more it all seems to make sense.
But those experiences did not break me.
They transformed me into a spiritual force that refuses to bow to agendas that diminish our humanity.
My speeches, advocacy, music, poetry, and podcasting have all centered on one purpose: guiding people away from the lies that slowly erode the universal bond between us, turning human beings into products rather than individuals connected by a shared existence.
And honestly, the evidence is there.
2017 was the turning point for everything I had ever known.
The first signs of deep spiritual turmoil appeared when difficult truths emerged about financial responsibility within my family.
When those realities were revealed to me, I went completely numb.
Combined with the disrespect directed toward both me and my husband, there was little room left to focus on my health or my own healing.
Year after year, things seemed to become more chaotic. Narcissistic landlords. Toxic neighbors. Constant obstacles. At times, I genuinely thought I was losing my mind.
By the seventh and eighth years, the breaking point had arrived.
My music suffered. My podcast suffered. People I had known for years turned against me. And it felt as though there was no end in sight.
But now, as I look back and replay the entire story, I see something unsettling.
I am no longer sad about it.
I am angry.
While people were turning against one another, I worked diligently to understand what was happening beneath the surface.
There were nights when I cried until I had nothing left, pulled myself together, and kept moving forward. But even resilience can become exhausted.
When I finally let my ego die and allowed myself to fully feel the pain, I began to see a darker side of spiritual awareness.
There are people who genuinely want better for humanity.
And there are people who want to profit from humanity's search for healing.
I am not seeking profit from what I do.
I seek support, presence, and connection.
My wisdom is free.
My healing is a gift.
My voice is a tool for humanity—not a weapon against it.
My goals are not rooted in making money from human suffering. I trust that provision will come when it is needed. My focus is on addressing the distortions that encourage people to disconnect from their deeper source—the place where, I believe, we have always belonged.
When I watch clips from the television series The Chosen, it becomes clear why rejection and division caused so much pain. The story reflects something timeless about the human condition: our tendency to turn away from the very truths that could heal us.
This morning, before I sat down to write this article, I felt the weight of what I perceive as a spiritual calling. I felt how exhausting it can be before the day has even fully begun. How often it requires moving forward through faith rather than relying solely on personal strength.
Yes, I have dreams.
But I often ask myself how those dreams fit into a world that seems desperate for a reminder of purpose, compassion, and connection.
So while many people are trying to fit into a system that rewards apathy, selfishness, corruption, and excess, I am choosing a different path.
I am walking with the One who, in my faith, saw all of this coming.
