In the year 2022 I experienced a very challenging and personal disruptive situation. I allowed someone to stay in my home during the COVID lockdown and she calculated a scheme to abuse COVID eviction protocols, even though she was not a tenant. She had become obsessed with my successes and assumed me to be very wealthy where, in her own words, "there was a lot of money to go around." She witnessed camera crews filming casting presentations for a TV show at my house and that gave her the confidence to fabricate a situation and legal proceedings that were utterly destructive and exhaustive, in hopes of financial gain.
As horrible as this experience was, it is the first time that I chose to fight for justice. I have been a victim of plagarism, domestic violence, defamation, etc. etc. etc., like any creative and pure hearted person who enters the gates of Los Angeles, but I never chose to fight before this. More on that process another time...
Early 2022, in preparation for a court proceeding I found a copy of her passport and nearly fell over. Her birthday was 2-22-88 ....the date that I believed at that time to be associated with my first trauma as a young teenage girl - the day that the children I babysat were murdered by their stepfather in a fire. I was supposed to babysit them that night, but changed plans due to a high school party that I never attended because of psychic premonitions and in-the-moment directly experiencing what they were going through at the time (long story).
Throughout 2022, the number 22 and variations of 22 began interjecting unapologetically and abruptly into situations related to past traumas of my life. For example, I ended up on front page news re: Adam Levine's cheating scandal; his production company is called 222 Productions. I stopped working for Adam because of a jealous sociopath ex who broke my wrist in a fit of jealous rage. His birthday is 4-22 ... Towards the end of 2022, another situation landed me in national news. I was asked to speak in support of a roommate who survived the Idaho Murders, the house number 1122 King Rd. It seemed that my past traumas were being released, at mock speed force.
As I began to piece together these meaningful coincidences, I saw a "Ring of Fire" eclipse aligned with my birthday last October, 2023. I decided to organize a fasting retreat during the weekend and dedicate the fast and experience to heal my family lineage of traumas, as well as to send waves of hope to younger generations. It was time to heal.
A few days after making this intention, my mother sent me a newspaper clipping of my Italian grandfather's death, where he tragically died in a work related accident / fire in Niagara Falls, at the very young age of 29 years old ... his birthday was 11.1.22. When I arrived at the rental car company to pick up my "economy" car rental, I was given an Alfa Romeo sports car (no joke). I clarified with the staff that I paid for an economy rental (expecting a Hyuandai or similar), but they confirmed the option to take the Alfa Romeo. I drove to Colorado with the Italian flag under the gear shifter, both reminding me of my family lineage, as well as the logo of the Knights Templar with the red cross. Ironically and unbeknownst to me prior to, I was listening to The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho on audiobook, which is about a walking pilgrimage along a popular route of the Knights Templar, who were slaughtered by the King of France on my birthday, October 13, 1307.
I stopped in Sedona to see my dear friend and former spiritual advisor to Elvis Presley, Larry Geller. I asked him about his thoughts regarding the "22" resonance pattern I was locked into and trying to understand beyond the general, spiritual interpretation of a lucky angel number. He said it was a soulmate, or twin ... hmmmm that didn't vibe with me, until ... I mirrored the 2's, like twins facing each other ... and BOOM, the Omega symbol Ω or Z, my favorite. Oh, could this all be about endings and new beginnings?!
On that retreat in Colorado we discovered that the last eclipse in this current family of eclipses will land on 4.8.2024 and the direct path is Niagara Falls / Buffalo, my hometown ... I knew I had to be there and began to organize a retreat at Niagara Falls, viewing the eclipse from the Horseshoe Falls ... oh, wow - horseshoe is the Omega symbol Ω ...I started swaying the line of + and - premonitions, which is where the circle of beginnings is born from a definitive ending.
When I was a young teenager, my grandmother was a volunteer for the Niagara Falls annual "Festival of Lights," which is how I became the Snow Queen every year when we turned on the lights at Niagara Falls. I was hoisted onto a moving float, waved (wrist, wrist, elbow, elbow) to onlookers as our parade moved into the Niagara Falls Convention Center, where I would escort children to meet Santa Claus. I have a lot of very fond memories from growing up in Buffalo and Niagara Falls.
While dating the sociopath (who later broke my wrist in his jealous rage around a text from Adam Levine) I had brought him home to meet my parents. We went on a Maid of the Mist boat tour at the Falls. As we passed the Horseshoe Falls, we noticed emergency workers and police working at a crime scene. Apparently, someone had jumped from the top of the Falls, committing suicide. They were recovering the body. Ominous? His birthday is 4/22. Yes, ominous.
Back to 2023. On 11.22.2023 at 11:22am a Flying Spur Bentley vehicle, driven by an Italian couple from Grand Island, lost control of their vehicle and crashed into the Rainbow Bridge in Niagara Falls, bursting into flames. I can't seem to shake that image or the security camera footage showing the chilling exact date and time. 11/22 at 11:22, a flying spur setting off initial (albeit untrue) alarms of a terrorist attack / bomb.
On 1.22 I was forced to suddenly close my yoga studio, and it felt absolutely correct to do (thanks to Prince for sending the Pineapple Express rains that caused massive leaks from the roof!). I gave everything away and stepped onto the next phase of my path, no regrets. Endings and beginnings. Victory of Light vs. Dark.
Could the number 22 association have to do with injustice, persecution of the righteous, sacrifice and the battle of good over evil - could that be part of all of this?! Could 22 / Ω be the moment when the ending becomes a new beginning? When light prevails over dark? When I watched the Navalny documentary last year, which won the Oscar in the documentary category, I noticed that Alexei Navalny has 22 everywhere in his life and dates ... ugh, there it is again - and I have never witnessed anyone more associated with Christ-like injustice in a state of absolute love and truth. He married at the age of 22, and was married for 22 years. Many of the dates of his arrests and tortures reminded me of this resonance as well.
But, now I am concerned. I just watched Oppenheimer ... WARNING (you may want to stop reading now). Oppenheimer's birthday was 4.22. His wife Kitty's was 8.8. He died 22 years after the Infinity atomic bomb test.
I started looking at the astrological make up of the April eclipse ... it is in the sign of Aries, the god of war ... conjunct with Chiron, the "wounded healer" - Christ-like, Navalny-like energy of sacrifice for the benefit of others.
I know where I will be on 4.8.24 at 3:22pm. I'll be cleansed and aligned at the very location indigenous tribes renounced war in the early 1800's ... where Nikola Tesla harnessed nature's power for the betterment of all mankind ... at the Omega symbol of horseshoe rebirth good fortune ... in the direct path of the dance of light and dark. See you on the other side!
Niagara-on-the-Lake was incredible. Absolutely beautiful, our house was on an orchard, with a barrel sauna and quick walk to the beach on Lake Ontario. An interesting note is that everyone who signed up for this retreat was flying into town; NONE of my hometown friends from high school or college could recognize how powerful this experience was. Or they couldn't see me in the light of someone leading such an experience, I'm not sure, but I didn't overly advertise it - I wanted it to be organic, even if just a small group. I quickly realized, however, that it was time to let go of my past, and trying to change anyone from my past to understand who I am, or how to make their lives better. This became a running and powerful theme. It was time to let go.
I arrived early and went to Fort George, visiting the site of General Brock. There I learned that he died on October 13, which as you may know I have been tracking this date (my birthday), so I took great note of this. A death. Daunting, but I continued on - I had to go grocery shopping and set up for the retreat.
I had a small group for this retreat, but it was as if they were hand selected perfectly to embark on this journey and mission together, each representing something to me, and vice versa. We began juicing, focusing our energies, sweating, clearing ... there is far more on this than can fit into this blog ... One afternoon we took a walk to the beach. A young, blonde girl ran up to us asking if we were American. We replied yes. She screamed with excitement, taking out her phone to show us a photograph of something that washed up on the shore that morning. I took a quick look at was overwhelmed with what she showed us, and how it strummed a major, accumulative fear I already had for the weekend. It was an election plaque for the New York State Coroner. Coroner! There was that death symbol again, in such a strange and unexpected, confronting manner. I walked away quickly and proceeded down the beach. As I walked I had the most glorious and refreshing realization. "I AM DYING! No one else is dying! The OLD ME is dying!" understanding the symbolic nature of this "death," filled with excitement at the newfound idea of a REBIRTH.
I drove on, passing by Horseshoe Falls to gauge the crowds. Since we were still juicing, I had to stop for a loo ... and walked into a place where a new attraction had opened (18 months prior), called The Tunnel. I asked if I could use the restroom, but I was denied access without a ticket. So I bought a ticket, and WOW! Just WOW. Now, the past two days, Alexa (an incredibly intuitive and aligned woman on my retreat) kept picking the Yemanya card from our Goddess card deck. Yemanya is the Goddess of Water! All of a sudden, the symbol of WATER hit me! The Tunnel takes you 180 ft. below ground in an elevator where you can view the historic building of this former power plant. Then, a 2200-foot-long tunnel runs through what was the water discharge pathway of this former hydroelectric plant, to an observation platform outdoor, directly at the base of the Horseshoe Falls! I had a completely out of body experience, realizing that I was literally being reborn through this tunnel, into the glorious rush of water at the base of the Falls. I was speechless for at least 45 minutes. Just WOW.
Within minutes, the group returned and they were fueled with coffee and food, and ready to take on the tourist activities of Niagara Falls. Having grown up here, I have seen the Falls countless times, and I asked if they were OK for me to head out. They were totally set, with a hotel room and plans for the day.
I drove to Our Lady of Fatima Shrine, which held the relics of St. Philomena, a copy of the Shroud of Turin and many, many other impressive relics of saints. There, mentions of the Barnabite founder were in various locations for reflection: St. Anthony M. Zaccaria. The same initials as me: A M Z. OK, I'm listening. I arrived just in time for Confession and Mass. I was still fasting, and felt as if I was lucid dreaming while walking through the grounds. During Mass, the priest spoke of the eclipse, stating that today "ironically, but not ironically," was also the feast day of the Annunciation of Christ, and that even someone like Christ himself did not know the exact hour of what was expected of him, until the hour was upon him. We only know when we know, and that is such a powerful lesson to be in each moment, as it happens.
