Visual Journal Entry :: March 13, 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.
Glean Slate, 11:25 Chirps, 11/25 Drawing and Archangel Azrael (Angel of Death)
10:02 Smoke Alarm, Writing on the Wall and HIV Contract
Jaime and Dream of an Attempted Capture
8:36 Boom, Spiritual Court, Hard Blinks and Nose Scrunches
NOT GUILTY!
My Thinkronicities and Reflections
Before the Journal Closes
Divine Storytime (TikTok video)
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 playfulness. 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 rather than solved. No pressure to answer—just notice what rises, what resists, what lingers, and what’s felt.
From here, the journal opens. ♥
Last night, as I was wrapping up my day, all of a sudden, my Microsoft Word started acting up.
It no longer recognized my credentials. It didn’t recognize my fingerprint. It said I wasn’t connected to the Internet. It said I needed Bluetooth enabled.
The email address associated with my account is no longer in use. I tried restarting. I tried going through Microsoft’s chatbot assistant. I tried to get back “online,” but the more I tried, the more frustrated I got. It even told me to change the DNS setting.
Say what?
I just ended up shutting off my laptop and figured I’d start fresh this morning.
Right before I went to bed, I literally called upon my information technology Spirit Guides and asked them to handle it. I said I didn’t know what I was doing, but I needed my Word. I had some juicy stuff to talk about this morning, and I create all my entries in Word.
I made a few notes yesterday about potential topics to discuss today. They were essentially centered around my ex. Again. I honestly don’t want to keep talking about him, and I’m uncertain if the messages are just for me or if I’m supposed to share them.
I also feel that I have a creative license to do what I feel called to do. I guess, my thing is, I don’t want to not do something when I should. I can’t verbally ask my Spirit Guides, “hey, am I supposed to put these messages out, or are they just for me?” and get an immediate reply. Although their dings, notifications, smoke detector sound offs, bird chirps, car horns tend to be on time, every time.
…but…as luck would have it, I am supposed to talk about my ex. Again. Maybe not him per se, but rather the experiences behind him. You’ll read why in a few.
Perhaps that’s why I heard bird chirps at 11:25 this morning, as I started a new Word document for today’s entry.
Glean Slate, 11:25 Chirps, 11/25 Drawing and Archangel Azriel (Angel of Death)
Glean Slate
As I was sending my daughter a text message about Word finally working, I noticed that the system autocorrected to “Wotd.”
SIDE NOTE: Woad is a plant (Isatis tinctoria) historically used to produce a deep blue dye. It is also a plant in the mustard family. Ancient Britons were said to paint their bodies with blue dye from woad before battle. Because woad creates such a strong pigment, it became associated with:
transformation
marking identity
ritual or symbolic coloring
Think of it as nature’s original blue ink. Wild, right? Maybe it wasn’t an autocorrection after all!
Wood also shows up in the autocorrect. I’ve been saying that people are trees. Maybe this is why I saw the pile of leaves in last week’s drision. I mentioned in yesterday’s Visual Journal Entry.
Maybe this is where Matthew 3:10 comes in: “The axe is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”
Here trees represent people, and their fruit represents their actions or character.
That, to me, Wotd is “word of the day,” as in my Glowcabulary Word of the Day. I was wondering if my Guides were wanting me to reveal the next one in the hopper. As I looked at the word, I realized that wasn’t it. Instead, the phrase I posted a few days ago came to mind: Glean Slate.
I literally started this morning with a glean slate!
A glean slate honors the wisdom harvested from past experiences. The old field may be cleared, but the valuable grains remain, gathered carefully and carried forward into the next chapter.
I feel like my Guides are telling me that I’m operating in my Glean Slate energy. I’ve learned from past experiences with men and relationships, and because of that wisdom, I intend to partner with people who serve my highest good and the highest good of our communities.
Essentially, I’m not starting over…I’m starting wiser in my elationships moving forward as I trust my intuition and no longer operating in my intuwishin.
11:25 Chirps
There I was, about to start my journaling. All of a sudden, I heard three or four chirps, right outside of my window, at 11:25. It was intentional and felt it was a message.
It was.
November 25 Drawing
I can’t quite remember why I was looking in my 2022 journal the other day, but I read ahead a day or two, my entry for November 25, and I mentioned a vision.
Check out the drawing and the text will be immediately below.
You see those sun spots in the bottom corner? They remind me of what I saw behind me, in this TikTok video, when I was talking about an angel on the roof with me. I said it was Archangel Gabriel, but perhaps it was Archangel Azrael. Check out the light that appears between my left ear and shoulder.
It’s even similarly shaped!
Not only that, but I ALWAYS say that Spirit works in 3s and sometimes a +1. To me, Spirit signed my journal entry with their Energy Signature!
I wrote: I had a third eye vision, I guess that’s a good way to put it, of a small being with what I think that resembled a large angel with wings. The angel moved its wings as if protecting the being. I believe the being was me and the angel was one of the archangels. Here’s what I saw.
His wings would open and close as I stood there in his embrace. The wings were rather pointy and long, and they kept opening and closing. I don’t think I ever moved, but then again…why would I want to?
I remember Leigh telling me a few times that I am divinely protected. I believe this is Spirit’s way of “showing” me that I am divinely protected. This was really amazing to see. It was a little faint, but vivid enough that I could make out what I was seeing. Perhaps this will be a developing spiritual gift! That would be awesome!
Shortly after I had the dream, I woke up and looked to see what time it was. It was 5:55. Of course I had to look it up! Angel number 555 means it is a message from the higher powers signifying an upcoming transition. “Seeing 555 is a silent nod from your guardian spirits telling you that the time is now to make the changes you have been preparing for.”
Thank you, Universe. Thank you, Universe. THANK YOU, UNIVERSE!❤️
Archangel Azrael (Angel of Death)
As I was writing this entry, I decided to go on TikTok. The very first post I saw was a creator, who I’ve never seen before, Divine Fem Fatale, and on her screen, it said: You’re Under Archangel Azrael Wings of Protection (Angel of Death).
Umm…whoa!
Archangel Azrael is traditionally known as the Angel of Death, but not in a frightening sense. His role is to guide souls from the physical world into the spiritual realm when their life ends. I feel that Archangel Azrael showed himself in that vision, from 4 years ago, and again, by way bird chirps this morning. Wow.
In this clip, she mentioned how someone was promised a contract that would bring them wealth. I will speak about a soul contract I saw, with my ex, later in this post. I will also speak about the “writing on the wall,” as yet another dream that involved multiple people.
It was already in the queue to speak about this today, but my Guides brought their own spices and seasoning. It’s downright zesty today!
The timing of seeing her video (which is around 12:11 – I’ll bring this up shortly), the bird chirps, the date of the drawing, along with a recent dream is uncanny.
10:02 Smoke Alarm, Writing on the Wall and HIV Contract
10:02 Smoke Alarm
Yesterday, I heard the smoke alarm in my room go off, and as I created this section header, I heard ringing in my left ear. I always jot down the time or take a screenshot if my phone is nearby.
Of course, I thought about October 2 and wondered if I had anything in there that I felt led to share. Yep. I sure did. On October 2, 2025, I created an audio clip:
This was in relation to a dream I had previously had. Notice the date of 10/23, which I say 123 (cancel out the zero) means new beginnings. The time was 10:43 a.m. In the below dream recollection, I say the time is 3:41, which is the same time, of 143 (the zero cancels out) in reverse. I also say that 143 means I LOVE YOU. Wild, right?
Writing on the Wall
I made an audio clip on December 11, 2024, about this dream. What’s wild is that the time of the screen recording above, with Divine Fem Fatale, happens around 12:11, and the date of the dream is 12/11. The Divine is divining and the signs are signing!
This is what I posted, on TikTok, in relation to the Writing on the Wall dream.
In essence, light exposes darkness. I don’t believe I witnessed a literal unaliving of someone, but rather a spiritual one. I feel that people attempting destiny swaps and energy harvesting were witnessed by me. I also saw an “overseer,” the one who calls the shots, but doesn’t want to be seen. Close enough to witness and at such a distance to not be seen or detected.
Also, the scene was in a hotel room. Hotels in dreams are temporary locations, transitions and places of escape.
SIDE NOTE: The same ex told me that you should never get a hotel room on the bottom floor because that’s where people can “grab” unsuspecting people. Deep, right?
HIV Contract
I’m cheating again, and not really writing about the experiences, but rather showing videos. This is my recollection of a dream when I saw HIV on a contract handed to me by the same ex:
I can’t even remember how I saw this card in a card reading / pull, but I can say it was around the same time I began gathering receipts for this post.
You know what else is wild? I got a scrying reading, in January 2024, by Forest Faiiry Oracle. She said that I would be taking people from their 6 to their 9…meaning…from a shadow perspective into a more balanced state. Perhaps this was a confirmation and reminder card pull about contracts.
Jaime and Dream of an Attempted Capture
Jaime
Last year, someone who I befriended catfished me. The person’s name was “Jamie,” and I wrote a post about this experience, titled The Speak Freezy Challenge :: My Guardian of Goodbyes and Grief. This person mimicked things that I did and even mentioned things that we would “have in common.” Right before I was to go on a TikTok Live with “her,” an unalived bird was delivered, by a neighborhood cat, at our front door.
I just thought that was cool, but later, I realized it was a message for “her,” not me.
Yesterday, I received an email from someone, from Love for Our Elders nonprofit organization, and her name was Jaime. Just like the person who catfished me last year.
SIDE NOTE: The mission for Love for Our Elders is to alleviate social isolation among older adults through handwritten letters and intergenerational connections. I “applied” last year, around my Mom’s birthday, and she was finally selected.
That was my first thought, because he/she didn’t identify themselves before in our email communications. She/he previously asked for my address. I could have panicked and abandoned the project, but it’s for a good reason. I didn’t want my association with Jaime to negate a positive experience for my Mom.
Dream of Attempted Capture
This dream happened yesterday and it was about two men who attempted to capture me. I was essentially daring them to take me out of my home.
What I believe is that there are two men, in my energy, who are trying to get into my spiritual home. They might be able to get in, but they might not come out if they do. Essentially, just like the men in the dream, a person might find themselves stuck if they try.
Just saying.
What’s interesting is that my Mom shared with me a while ago that she had a dream of white and black houses with barbed wire on the roofs. I live in a neighborhood with a lot of black and white houses. I believe she saw my neighborhood, and house, under spiritual barbed wire protection.
I also had a reading, about two years ago, and the practitioner told me that she normally sees protection around people, but she saw protection over my home.
I always say that I am Heavenly protected and heavily protected.
8:36 Boom, Spiritual Court, Hard Blink and Nose Scrunches
8:36 Boom
Last week, I heard a noise outside, followed by a loud boom at 8:36.
I expounded in my March 4 Visual Journal Entry, but today, 8:36 serves a different message. I often say that one message may have multiple meanings, and this is another example.
A TikTok creator, .om.shantii, posted a video and it resonated greatly. I saw and heard a few things in this particular video. The time I screen recorded the video was at 8:36! I didn’t even do that on purpose…but perhaps my spirit did. She’s a clever one!
She mentioned:
Seeing a woman with short curly black hair. That reminds me of myself, of course. It also reminds me of Gabriel, that was on an oracle card.
Spiritual Court, which is coming up in the next section.
She said that the person was greedy – perhaps my spirit clocked that too and that’s why we created the Glowcabulary word of greedback! Greedback simply is one asking, “What do I get out of this?” This essentially points back to the other reader, Divine Fem Fatale, when she mentioned someone getting something from a contract. See how The Divine connects these dots?!
She said she heard, “Control, Alt, Delete,” and said I would have a total factory reset. Sounds like what happened to my Word / Microsoft hiccup yesterday!
Spiritual Court
Once again, this same ex, I saw in yet another dream.
I’ll lead you down another rabbit hole, but just as a quick gist, I saw him in Spiritual Court, and he also had rusty iron bars around his mouth. Rusty bars over a mouth symbolize long-suppressed truth and a corroded opportunity to speak.
Read more about this dream in my February 6 journal entry, titled Heavenly Council, Spiritual Police and Geese.
Hard Blinks and Nose Scrunches
In my 23 and Me Soul Contract, I mentioned wanting to see hard blinks and nose scrunches as cues and magical moments from The Universe!
The creator, from above, had a hard blink right after she mentioned the hair, and I came across this TikTok creator, Hotrodmiller, who was giving mad nose scrunches in yesterday’s post, and a hard blink! It’s wild that he titled it, “Secret Message.”
Not Guilty!
As I was wrapping up this journal entry, I heard a phone notification. It’s been quiet all morning, not naer ding, although messages would come through as I had my phone in eyeshot. I was charging it, feet away when I heard a ding. The message came from my unofficial official Nephew, Zandder. I noted the time: 3:38.
This is what it means:
You know how I always see the numbers 1, 2 and 7?
Matthew 12:7 emphasizes that God values mercy and compassion over ritualistic sacrifices, highlighting the importance of understanding His heart rather than merely following rules.
Not only that, but my nephew sent a message that he passed his exam! To me, that’s an additional confirmation of my being in Spiritual Court and being found not guilty! As with him, I passed my examination!
To the ones in Spiritual Court concerning me…you must turn back and return to wherever your rightful place.
Court adjourned!
Wow! Once again, my Guides delivered so beautifully. Today was such a GLOWrious day! And by the way, I heard a bird chirping at 3:13 on 3/13!
My Thinkronicities and Reflections
This is where reflection often reveals what wasn’t obvious before. The AHA moments. The connections that only become visible once I pause, revisit, and thread the sequence together.
The signs are simply mindblowing. I can’t make this stuff up, even if I wanted to. There’s really no need for me to make up anything to make anything fit. I would drive myself crazy if I tried to. This is why I just document the best way I can and be as detailed as possible.
Remember The Twilight Zone? I swear, my life is similar and that’s why I call it The Ketidiah Show – it’s a mix of that and The Truman Show, and maybe with a little Carol Burnette, That’s So Raven and Bewitched all mixed together.
I wonder if before we come to Earth, if we have certain Scriptures as keys — almost like a password. Essentially, a Scriptural CTRL + ALT + DEL?
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 Glean Slate are you wanting for yourself? Have you ever dated a letter to yourself and read it a year later, just to see how far you’ve come, or still have to go?
Have you ever experienced a moment where you felt divinely protected?
If protection showed up in a symbol for you, what might it look like?
What transformations in your life felt like endings, but were actually transitions?
Have you ever felt guided away from something before you understood why?
Have you noticed moments where timing felt too precise to be coincidence?
Divine Storytime
Check out today’s condensed Tik Tok post:
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. ♥