Divine Winks & Dirty Dishes: When Spirit Shows Up in the Middle of the Mess

You were probably expecting your sign to arrive with harps and halos.

Instead, it showed up while your kid was mid-meltdown, the mac & cheese was getting crusty on the counter, your partner was emotionally gridlocked (again), June bugs were throwing themselves at the window like it was a rave, and you were seriously considering trading this timeline in for store credit.

And then…
You noticed the post timestamp: 11:22:02.

A sequence so precise, so wildly specific, it couldn’t be random.

Just one of those divine winks that makes your whole body pause.
The message was about signs from loved ones who’ve crossed—and the sign was the moment it landed.
A cosmic nod. A soul’s whisper. A reminder:
“You're exactly where you’re supposed to be. Keep going.

Welcome to the sacred mess.

The Portal Is in the Mundane

This blog isn't about pretending life is always graceful. It's about noticing that divinity is never separate from your day-to-day grit. Dolores Cannon often said that earth is the most challenging school in the cosmos... and you're out here raw-dogging your ascension journey with a side of carpool and bills.

Congrats. You're doing conscious work with a crusty oven and a sleep-deprived brain. That is the path.

The portal doesn’t only open during meditation. It flings wide in the moment you don’t slam the door. It pulses alive in that deep breath before you scream. It hums when you laugh in spite of it all.

Yes, That Was a Sign

Let’s break it down:

• 11 = intuitive awakening, a reminder that you are a channel, even when you’re elbow-deep in peanut butter smears.

• 22 = divine builder energy, the sacred masculine rising through grounded action (even when you feel like running away to live in a yurt).

• 02 = the duality of it all—light and shadow, divine feminine and masculine, grief and joy, surrender and structure... dancing in rhythm like cosmic jazz.

Spirit sends signs in the weirdest, most inconvenient moments because those are the moments when you’re actually listening. That flicker of 11:22:02 wasn’t just a cute synchronicity, it was a frequency checkpoint.

A nudge saying: “You’re holding more than you think. And doing better than you feel.”

For the One Quietly Holding It All

To the man too strong to cry in public but begging for peace in silence...
To the woman who's "fine" but crumbles when no one's watching...
To the soul who feels everything and still shows up...
This is your reminder:

You are seen.

You are allowed to rest and rage, rise and recline. You can be sacred and sarcastic. You can love deeply and still say “What in the actual fuck is this timeline?”
That’s alignment, baby.

Let the Rhythm Carry You

There’s a rhythm to this awakening.
Some days it’s smooth jazz.
Some days it’s death metal on a broken cassette.
But beneath it all is a frequency of becoming. You’re not failing, you’re recalibrating.

So next time you find yourself scrubbing peanut butter off a wall, or crying in the shower while 2006 Rihanna plays in the background, remember this:

That number you saw? That sign you got?
It’s real. You’re real. And this mess?
It’s just proof you’re alive, awakening, and being wildly human on purpose.

You don’t need to make the mess disappear. You just need to know you’re not alone in it. This space was created for exactly these moments, where signs and sarcasm can coexist.

What if the signs you keep receiving are reminders of the power you keep forgetting you have?