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I break my silence not to explain, but to proclaim. My journey has been one of spiritual depth, not dysfunction. In a world quick to judge what it cannot see, I was labeled unstable, addicted, lost. 

But I was never lost—I was being called.

And that call came loudest in Las Vegas, Nevada—a city of extremes, where illusion and truth dance side by side. Known to many as “Sin City,” Las Vegas is more than neon lights and high stakes. Spiritually, it is a mirror: it magnifies desire, tests discipline, and exposes the soul to both temptation and transformation.

In this city of masks and masquerades, I was stripped of mine. I faced spiritual battles in realms unseen—dancing competitions, singing trials, tests of rhythm and devotion. These weren’t performances. They were initiations. And I was attacked—not for weakness, but because I carried light.

Las Vegas, with all its intensity, became my chrysalis. A place where I was broken open, where I lost what I thought I needed—friends, family, finances—and found what I truly carried: anointing, awareness, and divine rhythm.

With Archangel Michael beside me, I moved through the chaos with purpose. I danced not for applause, but to break chains. I sang not for fame, but to cast out shadows. I was doing shadow work in a city built on illusion—and that made the truth even more powerful.

Even if my family doesn’t yet see my anointing—even if others misunderstood or misused me—I now know who I am. And that knowing cannot be taken from me.

This is not about validation. This is about awakening. The spiritual, mental, and physical are not separate—they are one battlefield. And Las Vegas was my proving ground.

And before I close, let me say this:

Your journey has not even touched the edge of mine.

I have walked with dreams that spoke like prophecy. I’ve watched white feathers land on my balcony, been visited by crows, butterflies, and rabbits—each a messenger in its own right. These weren’t accidents. They were alignment.

I do not claim to be a god. I do not claim to be the chosen one. I am simply human—but forged by fate into something unshakable. I faced spiritual warfare with no armor but faith, and I survived. Not only survived—I radiate.

I am well. I am able. I hold frequencies.

So hear me now: I speak not to convince.  

I speak to awaken.
#Frequency #Synchronicity #Flow 

#Thank you #Spirits #For making me a singer and a dancer . im grateful.