Palm Springs, Spirit Connections, & the Number 9

Scott and I were down in Phoenix this past Sunday and it triggered a memory.  Out of nowhere, I remembered the first thing I ever channeled years ago—2009, to be exact.
 
My girlfriend from LA and I loved to take a day or two and go to Palm Springs every now and then.  This trip was no exception—we wanted a little R&R in the desert. We ended up booking a room at a hotel/spa outside of the mod, retro desert town known for being a playground for Hollywood elite.  I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the resort, but it sits on sacred land and is very sprawling.  We ended up being put in a separate house that sat alone on a hill—it was considered the best accommodation on the property. Our ticket to the golden palace was sheer luck. Our standard hotel room had suffered some pretty bad water damage and the smell was horrendous.  We asked if we could change rooms and they went above and beyond.
 
That night, after lots of laughs, drinks, and daytime massages, we went to sleep in our separate rooms, thanks to the swanky upgrade we received. The next morning, I woke to the sound of what I thought was my friend’s TV in her room.  My room filled with what sounded like Native Americans chanting, horses running, and gunshots blazing past me.  I was so confused. The noise—which was getting louder and louder—was definitely not coming from a TV in another room. Later, she told me she slept through it all and did not have her TV on.  The "scene" seemed to be coming from the window in my bedroom.  With this revelation, I started to get pretty freaked out.  I truly expected to go to the window, pull back the curtain, and see the full-on western movie I’d been hearing.  I forced myself to walk the three or four steps to the window and nervously looked out.  The soundtrack didn't match the view. 
 
I remember staring out over miles and miles of desert land with not a soul in sight, yet I was still hearing the chanting, horses, gunshots, and now screaming.  I thought I’d really lost my mind. I stood there frozen at the window while I suddenly noticed the commotion was fading.  I could still hear everything but it was much softer now.  My eyes fixated on the desert scene while the noise faded to quiet tinged with the barely audible sound of cars on the highway at the bottom of the hill.
 
At that moment, it was as if I’d been snapped out of my paralyzed state. I lept back into bed and pulled the covers up to my neck, protecting myself from the unknown.  I grabbed my phone from the side table and sent Scott a text, telling him what had happened.  He was blown away. 
 
This was the beginning for me.  The beginning of strange noises, voices, chills, spirit I don’t know staring back at me, law enforcement, grieving parents, and scenes I could never imaging running on a loop in my head.
 
From 2014 to 2017—having endured a lot of emotional and verbal abuse—my intuition was the first thing to wane.  (Wane in the sense that I wasn't channeling like I used to, and when I did, I was put down for it, after the initial love bomb stage where he revered what I do and who I am.) In fact, when I finally got out of the relationship, a few of the kids in spirit I had come to know said, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
 
Turns out, being in that position made it near impossible to channel the way I did before 2014.  I was still “me,” but I was not able to fully embody who I am for a number of reasons, and he (and the abuse) served as a block—a dark wall that kept me from the other side. Looking back, it makes total sense. Why would his kind of darkness want me to have anyting to do with working in the light?!!? Just the opposite, in fact. The kicker was when I found out (and confirmed from sources close to him) about the underage girl (15) he was with while in his late 40s—ironically the same type of evil I was helping to close the book on by working on cold cases that involved predatory men and young girls. See why I lost my ability to channel the way I am now?

So much has changed, recently, in regards to my intuitive gifts. I just said to Scott the other night, it’s now on a level I’ve never experienced and I'm really grateful.  Lately, I have been channeling so much more than ever before.  It’s such a nice place to be, again, trusting my intuition and helping others who need to hear those messages. 
 
This past weekend, I was at a large event and out of nowhere, I started channeling messages from my friend's loved one. The way it all happened was emotional and beautiful, but that’s not my story to tell.
 
This is my story to tell. Just two days earlier, I had been thinking about one of my guardian angels in sprit by the name of Jason, whom I hadn’t heard from in a while. He was the first to alert me to the abusive relationship I had chosen to dive into in 2014 saying, "this relationship is not what it seems, Kiers."  I will be writing more about Jason and his mom very soon, but I can definitively say they helped save me from a life of abuse and downward spirals. 

Anyhow, back to the event. I wasn’t paying attention to my phone because I was enthralled in watching the festivities of the event. I noticed the glow of my iPhone, which was strange because I normally have to enter my code to unlock it.  I glanced down at the phone expecting to see the home page and I saw this:
 
“K, everything you are going through was laid out for you long before you were born. You will be a conduit for others….but not until you are healed or on your way….Jason”
 
This is a message Jason shared with me through his Mom about nine months ago.  I saved it in NOTES on my phone. I was stunned to see it staring back at me.  It was 22 notes down from the top.  I would have had to scroll to get to it, and I hadn't even remembered I saved it there. Nor had I physically touched my phone. 
 
Jason made that happen as a way to tell me, just minutes after channeling multiple spirit in a room full of 600 people, that I am indeed healing and ready. Well played, J—thank you!!  I was finally making the connection between the uptick in messages I've been receiving lately and where I am in the process of healing from abuse.
 
Wouldn’t you know it, it’s been nine months since I put a stop to the abuse in my life.  And nine years since that trip to Palm Springs.
 
Apparently, I’m ready now and I couldn’t be happier about it. 

​And the next time this Virgo (born 9/9) goes to Vegas, I’m putting money on nines.