Visual Journal Entry :: February 11, 2026
Mixed Media Stories from The Ketidiah Show
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.
Earth School Grading System
2:13, Failed Dog Attack and TV “Spirit” Guides
Emotional Intelligence, Flew the Coop / Coup / Coupe and GIFS
Chief Maki, the Foot Grab, Geese and 33
The Ketidiah Show
This is the opening scene, where I pause long enough to catch my breath and notice what the day left behind—or where a story is still unfolding. Some days arrive layered with luminosity; others announce themselves as slippery, absurd, or unexpectedly tender. Meaning tends to show up sideways here, through humor, depth, and the wink of Divine timing doing what timing does best.
Guides drift in as they please, asking for presence rather than certainty. Sometimes those guides are fish, eels, cats, or even green water. My life has a way of interrupting seriousness with softness and mischief. Insight doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it swims. Sometimes it slithers. Sometimes it curls up in my lap and purrs.
Entries may close with questions meant to be felt, not solved. No pressure to answer—just notice what rises, what resists, what lingers, and what’s felt.
From here, the journal opens. ♥
You know what I wonder? If there are certain Spirit Guides who try to get my attention. I watched a Netflix series, The Good Place, a while ago and I remember saying that when I transition from this life, I want to be an architect. I want to be someone who hides clues in plain sight. I want to make sure that certain videos come across their timelines and feeds. I want to use animals to create chaos with hidden messages. I want to be the one who energetically tickles their feet or cause them to get goosebumps.
I want to be an architect.
Not just any architect, but an ARKitect!
Someone who crafts Acts of Random Kindness, ARK, with magic and alchemy.
I could be a trickster, but in a fun and nonharmful way. I want to be able to set the scenes for people, but with lighthearted, well-thought out and kind gestures. Hidden lessons. Ethical puzzles. Gentle nudges disguised as chaos and even, dare I say it, coincidental.
As a child, I always enjoyed playing games – Uno, Life, Slap Jack, I Declare War, Monopoly, Rummy, Chutes and Ladders, Bonkers, Touché, Mad Libs, Solitaire, Candy Crush, word searches, jigsaw puzzles, all kinds of games. They were fun. They were challenging. They were tricky. They were strategy in motion.
They were more than pastimes. They were tiny training grounds, teaching me that life itself is a box of timing, strategy, risk, and revelation, and best navigated with curiosity in one hand and kindness in the other.
Also, in The Good Place, the characters start questioning the entire moral scoring system of The Universe. Who decides what’s “good”? Can people actually improve? Is the point system broken? What do we owe each other?
Speaking of scoring system, yes, I have my own for Earth School…
Earth School Grading System
If you’ve been rocking with me for a while, you may remember that I created my own Earth School Grading System. The Grading Scale is not numeric, but alphabetic. I haven’t completed it, but I have more than half of the letters assigned. It all began when I kept seeing the letter D in a few days’ time. Then, I wondered if I was being graded, and I received a D in that current life lesson.
For D, I have a few things: Delivered, Dated and Dragon. I don’t have definitions for Delivered and Dated yet, but I do have an entry for Dragon.
Dragon is a symbol of ancient power, protection, and spiritual mastery. Dragons are keepers of wisdom, fire, and flight — reminding us of the power to rise above fear and claim divine strength. The Guide/Guardians are Quetzalcoatl (feathered serpent wisdom), Tiamat (primordial dragon), and Nüwa (cosmic dragon mother).
For each letter, I assign at least one word, a meaning and an associated Guide or Guardian.
Just like with letters, numbers mean something as well. I’m still figuring out what they are, and as I do, 2/13 is presenting itself.
Stick a pin here. I’ll be back.
2:13, Failed Dog Attack, TV “Spirit” Guide and Freya
2:13
This number kept popping up a lot recently. It reached a point where I could no longer ignore it. I had to “dig around” to see what I would find, if anything. Nothing really stood out in my photos. Nothing really stood out in my journals, so my trusty Plan C was to look in my handwritten journal.
Needless to say, what I wrote in my journal did not disappoint.
Failed Dog Attack
Here’s the entry:
If it’s too small to read, it says:
February 13
Either last night or this morning, I was abruptly awakened and I immediately began, basically, rebuking Kova. I was talking to her in an authoritative type of way, and I was saying that I was heavily protected, and no hurt, harm or danger will come my way. I remember Spirit saying to me, were singing “Baby, I’m a gangster, too” which just started playing immediately after the initial song, which was ending, stopped. My Spirit Guides ARE gangster for real!
This journal is from 2023. I remember Kova, my dog at the time, seemed like she was being controlled by something or someone. I’m not sure if this was the time, or another time, but I’ll recall the one that sticks out the most.
I was laying in bed, and I heard a very stern voice that said, “wake up.” I didn’t question it and I immediately opened my eyes. When I did, Kova, who was a Staffordshire breed, and is often mistaken as a Pit Bull, was sitting up, by my chest and staring at me. In a split second, I knew I had to use my authority and rebuke whatever or whoever it was trying to control her. I knew in a split second, she could have attacked me right then and there, and when I was most vulnerable…in my sleep.
The end of my journal entry got a little fuzzy, but what I believe I was essentially trying to say is that I heard the song, “Baby, I’m a Gangster, Too,” immediately after I got up from witnessing whatever or whoever that was. The song was the Lana Del Rey x Coolio (Gangsta’s Paradise x Jealous Girl) remix.
I felt like whatever evilessence was behind that failed attack, my Guides were counteracting with a song. A very timely song, I might add.
See what I mean when I say my life is a movie? It really is. Where’s Netflix when I need them? My life is a whole television series.
Speaking of…
TV “Spirit” Guides
In yesterday’s Visual Journal Entry, I included another handwritten journal entry, from January 10, but in the entry, and post, I was focusing on what happened on January 9, which was the breakup from my last ex.
I bypassed what I initially wrote in the day’s entry, which was:
January 10
As I laid in the bed to go to sleep, I turned around (I wasn’t facing my phone). Shortly afterwards, the chakra meditation that was playing on my phone started playing on my TV. Mind you, I would’ve had to 1) turn on the TV and 2) physically stream my phone to my TV—both of which I did not do. So I automatically KNEW it was Spirit. I immediately began to cry because I told them I didn’t know what to do.
In the wee hours this morning, I was watching yet another Near Death Experience (NDE). I was half asleep, when the NDEr mentioned how her television turned on.
What?
Here it is, I just included a journal entry where I mentioned my television turning on by itself, from three years ago. Fast forward to this morning, and I’m watching someone describe her television turning on, by itself, in an NDE video.
Again…what?
That’s it. I really don’t know what else to say or think. It’s definitely not coincidence, that’s for sure. Perhaps it’s a dot that I’ll connect later, and when it’s ready to reveal itself.
Freya
While I can’t quite say that I’ve heard a lot about the Goddess Freya, I came across a Tik Tok content creator, Arlandria Speaks. Her video was about 13 minutes long, but I’ve extracted some key points, as they pertain to me.
In this video, she mentioned Freya, February 13, storage could be full and Poetic Justice / Tupac.
There’s 2:13 again, I literally had a storage full message this morning (I didn’t prior to her mentioning it!).
I was messaging someone and we were having fun commenting with Tupac song titles / popular lines last week and this week! We mentioned: I Ain’t Mad Atcha, Me Against the World, Keep Ya Head Up, Only God Can Judge Me, All Eyes on Me, Holla if You Hear Me, Gangster Party, Ridah with Ambitionz and Hail Mary.
In this video, she mentioned yin/yang, while she flashed her ring finger.
Yesterday, I literally broke off my ring fingernail. I was so upset, too, but after seeing her video, I’m thinking that’s why it broke – it was a message and a beautiful message it was.
Not only that, but the person I was exchanging Tupac songs with, he had a Tik Tok message about duality – yin and yang! He said we are both sides of the equation – heaven and hell, devil and God, light and dark.
She mentioned someone(s) in the collective working on something in the 5D.
I often make those same kinds of motions as she was when I weave these amazingly beautiful stories together. I consider myself a Master Weaver when it comes weaving these journal entries. I give myself permission to call myself a Master Weaver, AlcheMISS, Auracle, Magician, and a Alchemygician. I haven’t added that to the Glowcabulary Word bank just yet. I’m still chewing on it.
She mentioned how animals could be significant, and specifically hawks – my FaceTime photo was taken last week!
Also yesterday, I went to look up a company that showed up as an ad on Facebook. I decided to look at their website to see how close they are to my house. The address? 213 Roseneath Road. That’s wild!
This morning, when I went to look up a conversation about Freya, on ChatGPT, apparently, she was mentioned before. My question to ChatGPT was what kind of offerings do different Gods and Goddesses like, and part of the response was this:
The reason why this stands out is because I’ve mentioned that the number 523 is very significant to me. It means teacher, mentor, coach or pivotal moments in my life…and here we are! I’d like to believe that Freya is making her presence known by way of a Google Photos collage, Tupac, and a full storage notification.
Yesterday, I was led to look at a couple of Google Photos memory collages. One of the collages were full of flowers…they are quite beautiful!
Lastly, she mentioned abuse and root chakra. I was in several emotionally abusive relationships. I even had someone tell me about one of my past lives, in which I unalived myself due to my husband’s emotional abuse. This is why I am choosing to speak up. I want to do my past self justice by doing what she could not. I will not be a sitness in my healing journey.
The other day, I felt a tickling sensation on the sole of my right foot. The right side is the masculine side, often associated with logic, analysis, rational thought, and the part of us that engages the external world through facts and data.
To me, it was an energetic response of what my body was healing – a toxic pattern as it relates to my masculine energy. I feel that I felt my healing, and in the form of a tickle.
As this was happening, I heard “Emotional Intelligence.” Although I know what it means, and meant, I didn’t know the context in why I was hearing it.
Until now…
Emotional Intelligence, Flew the Coop / Coup / Coupe and GIFS
Emotional Intelligence
Once again, and in the wee hours of this morning, I felt led to go on Tik Tok. It felt like an urging. I felt like I was supposed to see something right then and there. So, I listened to that intuitive nudge.
The very first video that popped up was of Butterfly Goddess444 sitting in a cage-like chair. Which immediately caught my attention. Not only that, but she also had on her screen:
Chosen Ones;
flew the Coup;
Intuitive ASF;
Emotionally Intelligent;
Birds of a Feather;
a little sheep GIF dancing in the corner; and
I ended the screen recording at 2:13 and no, I did not do that on purpose!!
Check out her video:
I heard emotionally intelligent whispered to me two days ago. This creator said that she heard the ancestors say, “birds of a feather flock together.” I literally posted the same phrase in the same entry. Last week, I mentioned how I saw my brown ancestor candle vibrate on my altar, and then I heard geese flying overhead around the same time.
Read about this scene as it unfolded in my February 1 Visual Journal Entry.
You know what’s wild? When I recorded the video of the geese flying overhead, my stuffed llama was in view, near the window. The creator has a sheep GIF in the corner of her video, which looks similar to my llama, who I slept with this morning. I haven’t slept with my llama in months!
How crazy to see a sheep that looks similar to my llama, who I haven’t slept with since last year, and to hear this creator mention exact phrases, as it relates to my ancestors, and I recorded her at 2:13 – the same number that has been popping up lately?
Are y’all getting this?
She also said, “I heard you flew the coup. You left.”
Flew the Coop / Coup / Coupe
Coop
I sure did. I keep saying that I am no longer in the 3D. I am in my Heaven on Earth, my 5D reality! As I was watching her video, I kept concentrating on the word “coup.” My spelling bee brain was like, I think it’s supposed to be spelled as COOP. I decided to ask ChatGPT about the spelling, just to make sure.
A coop is a chicken enclosure. So if someone “flew the coop,” they escaped, left suddenly, or broke free from confinement.
Coup
She wrote, “someone flew the coup.” This word is pronounced as “coo,” but sounds like “coop” or “coupe.” So, essentially, she wrote that someone flew a takeover and power shift!
That’s deep.
Coupe
As far as coupe, this goes back to people showing up in my dreams as cars. A car in my dreams represents a person’s essence, personal growth and emotional states and decisions. A dealership is where choices are presented, identities are tried on, and readiness is quietly assessed before commitment.
Many are still at the dealership, test driving identities that don’t belong to us—doubt, fear, shame, lack, inherited wounds, and society’s definition of normal—while our true essence waits for the right key, the right battery in the right place…our hearts.
Remove the pin from earlier.
Put a new pin here – different color this time. 😊
GIFS
I wanted ChatGPT to create a brief blurb, in my voice, about this whole coop / coup / coupe conversation. I selected the text, on the screen, so the system could read off its response.
This is what I heard:
Sure, it may have been a ChatGPT glitch, but to me, it was my Guides telling me my lesson grades during my time in the 3D. I also think that the “extra credit” was the creator’s post. I believe they wanted me to apply meaning to all three words…almost like an open book kind of deal where we can use resources. Sounds good to me!
I heard the letters G, I, F and S…like GIFTS!
Because all of this happened in the early morning hours, I didn’t have my laptop to look up what words I assigned to the letters / grades. I asked ChatGPT if it recalled what these letters were.
I didn’t assign a word to the letter I. This is where I look at what was happening, what I was doing, how I was engaged, and with who, and then, I’ll come up with a word for that letter, that I feel applies the best.
I had a lot of Gs, Fs, Is and Ss.
Growth / Grace / Glow – Blossoming into new stages, moving through lessons with grace and radiant expansion. Guides: Gaia (Earth Mother), Demeter (growth), Oshun (grace and glow)
Fulfilled – Completion, satisfaction, balance. Guide: Ma’at (balance, harmony)
Spark — The ignition of new light, fresh ideas, or inspired action. Spark represents the first breath of fire that births transformation. It’s the moment before the blaze — pure possibility. Guides: Hermes (messenger spark), Brigid (fire of inspiration), Prometheus (giver of flame).
I feel that they all apply in my current season, and perhaps my Guides do, too! For the letter I, I’m going with Illuminate and Integrate…because why not?
Illuminate — The act of bringing light to what was hidden, misunderstood, or dimly perceived. Guides: Athena (wisdom and strategic clarity), Thoth (divine scribe of knowledge), and Apollo (light and truth).
Integrate — The weaving together of the lessons learned into embodied wisdom. Guides: Isis (restorer and unifier), Ma’at (balance and order), and Hestia (centered harmony).
This was literally dropped in my spirit: the GIF she used in her video was a sheep. In the Bible, that’s how God’s people are said to be like.
Sheep are known for their gentleness. Their sensitivity. Their reliance on a shepherd’s voice. They are not predators. They don’t lead with claws or fangs. They move in flocks. They listen for guidance. They recognize the tone of the one who tends them. They wander, yes—but they also return when called, if they are listening and not just hearing.
Sheep are vulnerable creatures, which is why protection matters. They don’t survive by domination. They survive by discernment—by knowing which voice to follow and which one is a stranger. In Scripture, being called a sheep isn’t weakness; it’s relational awareness. It’s trust. It’s belonging. It’s knowing that you are cared for, covered, counted.
“Birds of a feather flock together” and sheep move in flocks too. Community. Proximity. Shared direction.
Remove the pin from earlier and let’s go back to Coop / Coup / Coupe.
From chickens to power plays to dealerships, this morning unfolded through homophones and hidden layers. A creator used the phrase “flew the coop” and spelled it as COUP.
Here we are with three words that sound the same but live completely different lives:
Coop.
Coup.
Coupe.
A coop is confinement. A cage. A holding place. To fly the coop is to escape.
A coup is a takeover. A power shift. A seizing of control.
A coupe is a vehicle. Movement. Direction. Essence in motion.
A dealership is where essence is appraised, test driven, purchased, and exchanged — and that metaphor can stretch across all three.
It feels like layered wordplay at a level that almost makes me laugh. English out here shape shifting on us.
If someone “flew the coop,” they escaped confinement.
If someone “flew the coup,” it reads like they exited a power struggle.
And if they stepped into the coupe, maybe they reclaimed the wheel.
High level wordplay.
And I’m here for it.
Chief Maki, Farewell Spit, Geese and 33
Chief Maki
I just thought about something from Arlandria’s root chakra card pull. It reminded me of the time I felt something tap my left foot and then grab my right foot as I slept. This happened the night/morning of April 25, 2025.
Take a listen:
Farewell Spit
This was part of my journal entry for May 2, 2025:
I wish I knew why I took a picture of this screenshot, but my guess, 3 days after I made this entry, is the name…Farewell Spit, and that it’s in New Zealand. It reminds me of the time Puff was on my play desk and she made the silver bowl make a noise as it bumped up against something. When I looked on my desk, only one monitor was on. I noticed the time of 9:04 pm, and the screensaver. The screensaver was of a place called Milford Sound, which is also in New Zealand.
Later, that same night, I had two sensations on my feet. I saw a finger touching the sole of my left foot and I can’t remember how I came up with it, but I attributed that touch to Mami Wata. I then felt a grip around my right ankle, and I heard “Maki Tribe.” The next morning, I asked ChatGPT about Maki Tribe and it mentioned someone by the name of Chief Maki.
I believe both Spirits may have touched my feet in different ways that night. And as it turns out, there is a Maki Tribe, in New Zealand…just like my screensaver popped up the night before.
That’s wild.
Part of me wonders if this is the part in my journey where I would give a farewell spit / symbolic parting words, I guess. I know in some cultures, to spit on someone is a blessing, a sign of protection, and in other cultures, it’s a major form of disrespect.
Perhaps, my Guides are asking me about my farewell spit. Would I ptoo on others as I crossed over my proverbial bridge? If this was the question being asked, I’d definitely use it to bless others and to ward off bad spirits.
Geese and 33
Honestly, I believe my Spirit Guides are showing up as geese in this season. The time of feeling the foot tickle, from my audio above, was at 3:30 a.m. Earlier this morning, as I was on Tik Tok, I came across a video of geese at 3:03 a.m.
Both times are 33 (cancel out the zero in both numbers).
I love the message that new beginnings are on the way and for me to keep going!
Perhaps this is that benediction message. Do you know what 33 means in the Strong’s Greek Concordance?
Or perhaps John 3:3?
Before the Journal Closes
This is the pause. Chime in if you’re called. Sit with it if you’re not. Read it again if needed. Notice what your body responds to. Some insights arrive after you sit with them.
What do you think my Guides were / are communicating with the televisions turning on by themselves in both instances? Why do you think I seeing someone mention their experience after I posted my journal entry from three years ago?
What are we, individually and collectively, flying from? The cage? The coup? The car?
In regard to the coupe at the dealership, who’s driving your car? Who’s buying? Who’s test driving identities that do not belong to them? Or are we finally choosing the vehicle that actually belongs to us?
Remember the sheep GIF? Maybe it’s to ask which flock are you / we in, and are you / we following fear or voice?
Do you think my Guides are showing up as geese or responding to my inquiry about what spirit totem season I am currently in?
Do you know what animal totem season you are in right now and why?
Are your “birds of a feather flock together” formation free or still under lock and key? If so, whose lock, and what would be the key to escape?
Do you think the “farewell spit” was for me to do as I am leaving for my Heaven or Earth, or for the “shepherd” of the 3D realm to do to me as I exit?
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. ♥