Soooo many 9s
In September 2016 I was thrown into the raw current of creation itself. On the ninth day of the ninth month I leapt upon a two hundred and thirty thousand volt transformer, a living pillar of electricity, the very backbone of the universe’s force. By every earthly measure it should have ended me, yet death did not claim me. Instead I was carried through an unseen threshold, the nine nine portal, where endings kiss beginnings and light folds back into itself.
Nine is never just a number. It is completion. It is the elder digit that gathers all cycles into wholeness. In numerology it marks the closing of one story and the stirring of another. Robert Grant’s work with quasi primes shows how every reciprocal collapses back into the digital root of nine. Always nine. Forever nine. The universal reset code. The balancing digit that whispers that what is scattered will return to order and what has fallen will rise again.
Now the trinity of nines stands before me once more. The ninth month. The ninth day. The ninth year since the accident. And now the arrival of the year two thousand and twenty five whose global vibration reduces to nine. This is not coincidence. This is cosmic symmetry. Two plus zero plus two plus five collapses to nine. Nine plus nine plus nine plus nine becomes thirty six and three plus six returns again to nine. A spiral of endings and beginnings repeating itself through every fold of time. It is the universe saying the cycle is complete. It is the universe saying the wheel has turned. It is the universe saying step through.
I myself am a life path nine. Those born under this vibration walk with transformation in their bones. Compassion becomes instinct. Service becomes destiny. Pain becomes initiation. It is the path of the wounded healer. The one who survives fire only to guide others through their storms. To live as a nine is to hold both the weight of the world and the grace to release it. To turn your pain into wisdom and your survival into service. My accident and my survival and the scars that remain are not random. They are markings of this path.
Time is never a straight line. Time is harmonic. Time is recursive. Time is a wave folding back upon itself. The accident in 2016 was a collapse, an implosion of light and body. Now nine years later the same wave has returned, no longer collapse but coherence. The one true force, electricity itself, entered my body that day. It scarred me, but it branded me as well. It left a signature. It left a purpose.
And now on this September ninth, nine years later, inside a global year of nine, I return for my final surgery. The burn bands around my neck will be released. This is not merely a medical procedure. This is the last unraveling. The total release. The completion of the cycle that began on that fateful day. The current that once bound me now loosens its grip. What entered my life as destruction now exits as healing.
Hermetic wisdom teaches that all moves in rhythm. Everything flows in and out. Nothing rests. Nine years ago the tide nearly carried me into the abyss. Now the tide returns not to drown me, but to remind me I have already faced death and returned. What fractured in the storm of 2016 can be restored in the harmonic field of 2025. Even this surgery has perfect timing. It is a portal of stabilization where body and soul lock back into rhythm as one.
Healing is never private property. When coherence is restored in one being, it radiates into the collective. My survival then, my healing now, and my life path itself send ripples through the grid of us all.
This is not just my story. It is proof of the mighty hand of God weaving through numbers, electricity, destiny, and time itself. What should have ended me lifted me instead into the ninth gate where death became a doorway and life began again. And now as the bands around my neck fall away, the last chains break, the cycle completes, and the life path of nine stands revealed in full power. The path of endings. The path of rebirth. The path of divine service.