Journal Entry :: January 31, 2026
Writing about my days and enjoying my JOurneY!
Teaser Topics
My journal entries are rarely brief. They sometimes unfold in layers. I’ll begin each post with a short teaser. Not a spoiler, but just a brief outline of what’s included. Enjoy today’s intuitive nudges, or save it for later. Tea optional but encouraged.
The Gambler, “Ems” Top Shelf and a Fussy Bird
A Negative Nancy and a Praying Nancy
Dropped Cake, Acts of Random Kindness and a Wrist Reminder
Superintendent, ET and Capricorn Knee Scratches
1:20 and Perfume, 1/20, Sinister Smirk and “In the Air Tonight”
10:22 and 10:23, a Disco Ball and My Soul Contract Agreement
295 Degree Reflex Angle and Sidaway
518
Bread and Breath with Ketidiah
Bread and Breath is where I pause long enough to offer the essence of the day before unpacking it. Sometimes it will be light, sometimes weighty. Sometimes clear, sometimes still forming through thoughts and questions, rhetorical and/or open for conversation
From here, the journal opens.
Messages and downloads started coming last night and as usual, in the most beautiful ways. I can only speak for myself when I say that there are no coincidences or accidents in my life. Yes, accidents happen, but there are reasons for them. We might not know in those moments, but they may be revealed all in due time.
I also say that I try to create these journal entries in chronological order, but sometimes, there’s a backstory. This entry is riddled with backstories and especially about exes. I’m not sure why both of them are popping up at the same time, but yet, here we are.
Buckle up and time to put on my poker face…
The Gambler, “’Ems” on the Top Shelf and a Fussy Bird
The Gambler
I had a reading by someone on Tik Tok, Coach Renee, in 2022. At the time, she essentially said that I knew I was in a fruitless relationship. I had the delusional toxic belief that I was not. I was set to prove her “theory” and her oracle cards wrong. I mean, I had his name tatted on me and everything—that relationship had to work because he would know that I was serious about him.
The reading was around the relationship and where I was in life. She showed me The Gambler oracle card.
It says: GAMBLER | LIGHT ATTRIBUTE
Willingness to follow intuition even when others doubt you.
I often say that Spirit works in 3s and sometimes a +1. Notice that there are four “I am here” messages. To me, that’s another confirmation that this is where I am now.♥
I’m certain when she showed me the card, she showed me the Shadow Attribute, which says: Taking risks without knowing the odds. At the time, I simply wasn’t ready to receive, nor put in the work. That was where I was. I feel like my Higher Self was showing me, without telling me, that I was in the Shadow Attribute. Even the placement is telling. As I always say, “the signs be signing.” We typically ignore them until we can’t anymore or we’re willing to put in the work to change a shadow attribute.
I didn’t realize I was continuously pouring into an empty cup of a relationship until I began noticing some things that I was too blinded by love to ignore. It wasn’t until I began to start loving me and filling up those holes that he energetically poked. I even remember him telling me, countless times, that he wanted me crazy for him. He said he wanted me to lose my mind. He ghosted me. He breadcrumbed me. He had baby Momma drama. He even wanted to see me on video after I said he made me cry by the way he treated me.
Then, I got to thinking…if someone loves me, they would not want to see me cry.
When we were on video, I saw no signs of remorse, rather a smirk. What in the entire hell? That’s when I knew it was about that time for me to leave. I had to put my pride to the side and do what I needed to do for sanity’s sake.
“’Ems” on the Top Shelf
Last year, around this time, I made a video in reference to how I made a post and quoted the famous Kenny Rogers’ song, “The Gambler.” Part of the lyrics are, “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, know when to run.” A few days later, I saw a license plate that said, “HOLD EM.”
Check out the video:
Within the video, I referenced another post of mine and on the title page, it said:
“I Was Out of Order!...I acted out of desperation and I just needed to wait on God! God called me out on what I said I would do. I needed to keep my word.”
Honestly, I often wonder if we each made agreements to God, before coming to Earth, that we would plug back in to Source…but most of us did not. Instead, we got “lost” on our path and deviated from our Divine Parents (to me, the true Holy Trinity).
A Fussy Bird
Fast forward to a few days ago, I came across a video of two birds. One of the birds looked like she was busy fussing at her companion. The companion just stood there and took the verbal tweeting!
I noticed the sign and at several points in the video, it read, “EMS ON THE TOP SHELF.” I also saw the word “ayuda” in the clip and that means “help.” I think that’s what the other bird was thinking as he was getting fussed out! That’s too funny!
Honestly, I think this is many women in their current relationship. Just saying the same thing, over and over again, just for her partner to just not do anything. No longer wanting to prioritize her. He’s heard it all before. He’s just there — hearing and not listening. This relationship needs “¡ayuda!”
To add a little bit more spice to it, I posted this meme exactly a year ago today! Talk about Divine timing!
SIDE NOTE: The word AUDACITY was in a big, bold font and it just stood out. Naturally, in good ‘ol Ketidiah fashion, I created a new Glowcabulary Word: Auracity! Auracity doesn’t force entry. It arrives already permitted. It’s felt when someone walks into a room and nothing changes except everything.
Because I saw the video about the license plate and Kenny Rogers song, “Em” was in my energy field. Not only that, but in my January 24 journal entry, I mentioned seeing a creator who mentioned a person was / is “top shelf.” I also noted in my journal how, in my first channeling experience, my Guides told my ex that I deserve “the best, top tier, top notch.”
A Negative Nancy and a Praying Nancy
Negative Nancy
Once again, the Divine is Divining! I posted this video exactly a year ago today, and I mentioned Negative Nancies.
In all the emotions in the movie Inside Out, only one had a name and was an emotion—Joy. In the above video, I mentioned an exercise that I participated in to lovingly name our emotions.
SIDE NOTE / THOUGHT: My sadness is named Samantha. Perhaps that’s why I choked up on her name when I said it. I’ve come to the realization that I would often stumble over a word or phrase, only for me to dig a little deeper. Could it be that The Divine also calls me Samantha, a trace blend of the name Samuel, and that I hear what others tend to miss?
QUICK BIBLE STORY: In the Bible, Samuel was a child who heard God calling his name before he understood who was speaking. The calling came first; clarity came later. The story speaks to the ones who hear things early, or hear what others miss. When I look at the name Samantha—a softened echo of Samuel—it feels connected. So, when I stumbled over the name while recording, it didn’t feel accidental. It felt like a pause with purpose. If Sadness is named Samantha, maybe she isn’t just an emotion to move past, but a signal—one who listens, and asks me to listen too.
Challenges, lessons and people tend to trigger us, but there’s purpose in that pain. After all, triggers are invitations to heal. Why not give it a name and identify what needs to be healed?
I’ve been on my soapbox lately about entertaining negative thoughts about a person. It keeps coming up, and this time, in the form of this children’s movie. Perhaps, this message needs to be shared with little ones.
Long story short, I watched a Near Death Experience video recently. The lady was in the presence of God. She was having her life review that many NDE’ers talk about. There was a scene that panned to her coworker, who she did not like. God told her that even though she never spoke of her negative thoughts about her to her coworkers, or even to the lady, her thoughts were still projected onto her.
Can you imagine energetically layering thoughts onto people, or even yourself? Imagine being in the company of tens, hundreds, and thousands of people in your lifetime, and they all energetically layer their thoughts—negative and positive—onto you. They don’t just pass through the air; they settle.
Which makes awareness an act of care, and kindness not just a virtue, but a form of energetic hygiene—for others, and for ourselves.
Praying Nancy
In case you didn’t read yesterday’s journal entry, I mentioned someone by the name of Nancy, who showcased the Prayer Room in her store. She is the complete opposite of a “Negative Nancy.”
A year ago today, I came across a video of myself talking about Negative Nancies. Then yesterday, I posted about a praying Nancy.
Same name.
Different energy.
Not a coincidence.
One version of Nancy is usually projected onto. The other is grounded in purposeful action and is stewarding space for those in need of prayer.
Maybe this is an invitation to consider which one we’re operating from—especially in our thoughts about ourselves and others. And moving forward, can we be more conscious of the words we choose?
Dropped Cake, Kindness and Wrist Scratch
Dropped Cake
Two nights ago, I had a dream where I dropped a slice of cake. I wonder if this was written into my Soul Contract as another sign of my 5D arrival.
I’ve made a mention how I had a tall bridge dream where I saw a man clumsily drop an engagement ring (Read Just Pierced :: My 3D Exit Interview and 5D Arrival post). I saw a tall bridge, which resembled the one I would see as a screensaver, and shortly thereafter, I saw a video of a man dropping an engagement ring.
Then, I saw this dropped cake video this morning by Zachary Dereniowski.
Since the ring-drop marked my exit from a 3D partnership defined by roles, I can’t help but wonder if my cake-drop marks my entry into a new way of being—one where celebration doesn’t require permission, and choice replaces obligation.
The ring-drop is about a Masculine no longer holding the role.
The cake-drop is about a Feminine choosing not to carry it.
I get to choose.
I am the treasure.
Back to the dropped cake and how Hector was very kind during the man’s “despair…”
Acts of Random Kindness
When I see videos like Zach’s, I often picture myself performing acts of random kindness and in my own special way. I used to create Lucky Duck Movement Kindness Kits.
These Kindness Kits consisted of a handwritten card (sometimes wax sealed if I was feeling extra fancy), candies, a rubber duck, stickers, balloons, bubbles, inspirational cards and other small trinkets. I used to enjoy watching unsuspecting “victims’” faces light up when I would gift them.
I remember I gave one to a server and he pulled the bubble wand out and said his inner child was happy. I gave one to a man in a skirt and said that I felt drawn to give him one, he hugged me as if he was saying, “you see me.” A young Black man was eager to be gifted one and told me, “bless your heart!” It’s moments like these that bring me joy.
SIDE NOTE: If you’re feeling led to help in this effort, please check out my Lucky Duck Amazon Wish List – please and thank you in advance.
A Wrist Reminder
Sometime after watching the video, I was reading my journal. Ziggy was extra in-the-way. I’m talking about scooching closer than close. Putting his paw on my pages. Laying on my journal as I was trying to read it. I kept moving him back, and he would resume right where he left off.
I felt that I was supposed to read something in my journal. He ended up somewhat scratching me on my wrist. On my right wrist. I have a tattoo that says, “Love is patient / Love is kind.”
Perhaps God was showing me another version of the world I am manifesting. I make a mention how my timeline is riddled with feel-good videos that remind me I am nearing my heaven on Earth. I see small subtle signs everyday of the things I am manifesting for my world:
Happy couples.
People singing, dancing and having fun.
Unlikely animals helping one another.
Acts of random kindness without ulterior motive, other than love.
These are the things I am manifesting for my world and I’m seeing them come in – slowly but surely.
Superintendent, ET and Capricorn Knee Scratches
Superintendent
This part is rather interesting, and it actually ties back to the person in the dream that I didn’t want to see, as I got my cake.
He was an ex, and he was my superintendent, not God.
My other ex, who wanted to see me cry on video, was also my superintendent, not God.
ET
The number 309 popped up, again, in today’s treasure hunt of receipts in my photos, screenshots, online searches and journal entries. I performed a search on my phone for the number, and a photo of a scene, from The PJs, popped up. I don’t even know why because there’s nothing on it that says 3:09 or 309…but yet…here we are.
I noticed three things:
The ET-looking being on the wall between the “Super” and Miriam, his wife
He said, “You was making me look like a bad super”
The time was 10:24, which is he reverse of 421. I mentioned the 4-2-1 loop a few entries ago, and here it is again…looping…
The reason why the ET-looking being on the wall stood out was because, as I was reading one of my journal entries this morning, and I mentioned how I saw an ET-being! I can’t make this stuff up!
Just in case it’s hard to read, it says: “…It was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! I remember Spunky coming through. I remember they made a mention of Minni. I remember seeing, very faintly, an extraterrestrial with a big head and black almond-shaped eyes that pointed toward where we have a nose. I remember seeing these blue, black and very vibrant white dots come in and form a circle, what I believe would be its third eye. I felt I was telepathically communicating with an ET! I only read or watch things like this. NEVER would I have thought it would be me! They told me I am mixed with 4 different species—an extra terrestrial is one, I can’t remember the other 2, and the last one being reptilian. They said I like to be seen, but I like to be hidden, thus properties of a reptilian. They asked, “Isn’t that funny?” Lastly, they told me/us about 3 times that it was February 2536.
That by itself is wild. I vaguely recall that memory, but I’m glad I documented it.
Then, I zeroed in on the word “superintendent.” It just stood out. One of the definitions is, “a caretaker of a building.”
The meaning made me view the building as a body—a dwelling place, a temple.
A superintendent maintains what exists, oversees structure, keeps things from falling apart and keeps things in balanced order.
But in Divine Unions, the relationship isn’t one person managing the space while the other lives in it. It’s a mutual inhabiting. A merging of souls. Each becomes a steward of the other’s inner dwelling, not above or below, but alongside.
No hierarchy.
No overseer.
Just two who both tend, both dwell and both choose presence.
Capricorn Knee Scratches
Ziggy was in rare form this morning. From his sprawling across my journal to scratching me on my wrist, to scratching me on my knee. They were real slight, but I felt they were intentional. Then, it got me to thinking.
It brought me back to a time when my dog, Kova, ran into my leg, in September 2024. Mind you, she was a Staffordshire breed, and nothing but muscle. That pain hit me and I fell hard! My knee was swollen for quite a while, but I didn’t dislocate, break or tear anything. Even the doctor was impressed!
Around that same period, I learned that in symbolic astrology, the knee is associated with Capricorn—structure, support, and authority. Both exes I’m referencing in this entry were Capricorns.
What landed for me was the realization that I had fallen to Capricorn energy. They functioned as superintendents in my life—caretakers of form—but not God. Not my Divine Parents. Not the Source I was meant to return to. My holy trinity.
1:20 and Perfume, 1/20, Sinister Smirk and “In the Air Tonight”
1:20 and Perfume
I came across a video the other day and his shirt just “stood out.” It had 1:20 on it. I didn’t pay it any mind, but yet I did.
Notice the time was 9:09. Nine is the number of the Feminine. I love that!
This week, I kept hearing the Phil Collins song, “Something in the Air Tonight.” Again, I didn’t pay it any mind, but yet, I did. Then, Puff, you know, doing Puff stuff, was “pawing” at my perfume and it has the word “song” in it.
1/20
I knew I had a journal entry about that very song and the ex – the one who wanted to see me cry on video.
You know what’s wild? The journal entry was dated for January 20 – the same numbers as the man’s shirt. It was also modified on March 9 – 3/09! The time on the image in my screenshot was 4:15 – I used to call myself “Earth Angel 415.” I also see the time of 9:11 in this screenshot, which is my number for Archangel Michael. Seeing that reminds me that my house—my temple, my body, my building—is protected.
Sinister Smirk and “In the Air Tonight”
This is the part where I’m asking you to take my word for what I write about next, because while I have a receipt, it’s in video form. I go off subject twice and it’s rather hard to follow, so I’m leaving that part out, and only copying pasting what’s relevant to this story.
Journal Entry for January 20, 2023: So, I really wanted a message from Michelle Davidson. I just really wanted to hear a word, so I got a reading. One of the first things she said to me was she kept hearing music, so of course I immediately smile (because my spirit guides have been my DJ lately!).
She said the song that came to her mind was “In the Air Tonight,” by Phil Collins. She said to check out the lyrics. I’ve heard this song a time or two before. I just really didn’t pay too, too much attention to the words.
Some of the lyrics are: “I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord. I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord. Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord. Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend the hand. I’ve seen your face before my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am. While I was there, and I saw what you did. I saw it with my own eyes , so you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been. It’s all been a pack of lies.”
So immediately, when I heard that verse, it took me back to when [my ex] was in the kitchen. [He] was sitting there, and he had like a little grin on his face, and I remember looking him dead in his eyeballs, and I can’t remember what he said but whatever he said, it was basically me bucking at him with my reply.
[He] didn’t like that and I remember telling him that he can intimidate his family, but it wasn’t going to work with me. That grin went away real quick! If facial expressions could talk, his would have said, “who the fu** do you think you’re talking to?”
But the thing is, Spirit knew who they were talking to! They say all the time that me and my girls are heavily protected. It’s not even funny — I had the devil himself in my house. That’s what you call, “dancing with the devil.”
I remember waking up one day in the early morning, and all I remember is, I (They) said something along the lines of whoever was trying to cause me harm, that I am heavily protected and They said that I’m an army of one. They also said that I have millions in my army, but I’m also an army of one. How powerful is that?
Just as a brief recap, the song that she heard and told me to pay attention to the lyrics, they played out in my own home. I didn’t recall what he said to me, but I told him that he could intimidate his family, but he couldn’t intimidate me.
I ain’t never see a smirk leave one’s face so quick. It was like he shapeshifted right in front of my eyes. I saw it. I know I called him a devil in my entry, but I believe, now, it was him being influenced by an evil presence. An evil energy. An energy harvester.
I’m not even being funny, but in hindsight, I believe he carried vampiric tendencies. Seriously.
10:22 and 10:23, a Disco Ball and My Soul Contract Agreement
10:22 and 10:23
In yesterday’s journal entry, I mentioned how I kept seeing the time of 10:22. I recently saw it a lot in a small window of time. I felt that there was something that I was missing, even after I posted my entry. I think I figured it out.
I believe 1022 is my Soul Contract code for endings and 1023 is my code for endings. I came up with this through my disco ball stuffed pillow…
Disco Ball and My Soul Contract Agreement
I created a mock “23 and Me Soul Contract.” This is where I listed 23 different topics of things to check off, or be on the lookout for, during my ascension journey. Some topics and examples are:
Family Structure (single or two-parent household)
Foundational Wounds (addiction, abandonment, disability)
Hereditary Agreements (genetic illness, gifts perceived as a flaw or disorder, generational trauma loop)
Messenger Archetypes (birds, cats, dogs)
Signs of my Divine Partner nearing (blue dice, yellow daisies, pit bull puppies)
Plagues in the home (wasps, ants, spiders)
One of the 23 I have for “confirmation of my 5D arrival” includes a disco ball!
This morning, I had an AHA moment. Not only about 10:23, but also how the disco ball just landed in my hand and so effortlessly! I named the disco ball Genesis a while ago – how fitting! Lastly, the time of the recording was at 2:34 a.m.
On January 27, the man who I saw fleeing east in his car is associated with the number 234. Perhaps I saw him as an ending of a chapter and the beginning of my new one…? I’m cool with that theory!
295° Reflex Angle and Sidaway
295° Reflex Angle
Lastly, I went to use an app in one of my folders. When I did, I “accidentally” pressed the Compass app. I thought to myself: whichever degree it lands on, that’ll be my message. It landed on 295.
Apparently, 295° is called a reflex angle.
The way this applies to me is that it’s not about charging forward. It’s about continuing just a little farther than I thought I needed to. In life, that can mean circling back, seeing something from a wider angle, and realizing you don’t need to hurry, just integrate what’s already there.
Sidaway
Last year as I was doing a first-time writing channeling exercise, I heard the word, “side away.” Nothing came about it. It is not a word. Then, I figured I would revisit later. Today was later.
This time, I changed the spelling to “sidaway” as I asked ChatGPT if it was a word.
Ding, ding, ding! It is a word. The word means someone who lives by a side road. Well, wouldn’t you know, someone fits that description, and I call him my angel and adversary in my story line…then it occurred to me…maybe it also means me. One who doesn’t follow the main path, but chooses the side road instead…
In this recording, I also talk about a very large man with a glowing face.
I’m not entirely sure what that means, but like with all things, it will be revealed in due time if it’s meant for me to know. Perhaps this is that 295° reflex angle from earlier today. Maybe I don’t need a sharper focus, but a wider arc.
518
I already published this entry when I was led back to a “different sounding” notification I heard on my phone. The time was 2:48. I heard it the same time I was reading about my disco ball / confirmation signs that I was in 5D.
I just now remembered to look up this entry in the Strong’s Greek Concordance. It means:
In a prior journal entry, I mentioned how 2 Cor. 5:18 was a significant Bible verse for me. It was tied to someone who did my Mom dirty, financially, and she’s a widow on a very fixed income (Read more in my January 22 journal entry).
Then, as I was Divinely led to “hear” it again, I’m seeing this in a new light. Not only that, but this morning, I literally saw an ox walking on the side of the road and he stuck his tongue out. I thought it was funny, but I didn’t like it (you know, for receipt purposes) and now I know why I was led to see it.
To me, it’s The Divine’s way of saying that I’ve done the labor and I can expect my harvest, as noted in 1 Timothy 5:18. Not only that, but perhaps, when I had a dream of my ex, as a young man, and I was flipping through pages, maybe 518 was the page I was looking for in my journal…
Normally, when I see vehicles in dreams, there is only one person driving.
In this particular dream, it was me and him. He was driving and I was taking notes. Maybe this time, me and my Divine Partner will walk together, hand in hand, and map out our future together. Equally yoked this time.
Threshing is exactly the phase I’m in. Not planting anymore. Not celebrating yet. It’s the separating. The loosening. The part where what’s been planted and grown is finally usable.
In Scripture and metaphor, the ox isn’t flashy. It’s steady, patient, strong—doing the slow work that makes harvest possible. The signs are gentle, consistent, and proportional to the moment. To me, I’m not forcing meaning, just noticing alignment in my everyday gift called presence…and the presents of new days, ready to behold the magic in my life.
In Conclusion
As I look back over this entry, what stands out most is not the signs themselves, but the consistency of the messages and symbology.
Again and again, I’m being shown the difference between:
managing a structure and dwelling within it
between borrowing authority and returning to Source and
between reacting and choosing.
Whether through names, numbers, dreams, songs, or small physical reminders, the invitation has been the same: to move with awareness, to choose intentionally, and to remain conscious of what I allow to shape my inner and outer world.
I don’t need sharper answers right now. I need presence, discernment, and trust that what’s unfolding is doing so in its own perfect timing.
In the meantime, as usual and as always, as always and as usual, bee happy and remember to find joy in your JOurneY! I love you, and until next time.
I am Ketidiah.
From here, the journal closes. ♥