The Phoenix Coach

  Immunity Was Granted A Prophetic Blog Post from DivineRiseStudio™ Posted on June 10, 2024 — Received in Spirit, Decoded in Truth Spirit whispered, clear as day: “Being granted immunity.” And I paused. Eyes wide. Heart still. Because I know when Spirit speaks in legal codes, something unseen is being shifted. 👁️‍🗨️ So I Asked: Who Is Being Granted Immunity from Prosecution? I wasn’t asking out of curiosity. I was asking as a seer who’s watched too many chosen ones get dragged through spiritual courtrooms and legal systems built to crush them. What I heard wasn’t just for me—it was for the collective. 🔐 There Are Three Kinds of Immunity Being Granted in This Hour: 1. Divine Acquittals Some of you are being cleared from charges you never earned—spiritually and legally. The enemy tried to indict you with: Generational shame False accusations Guilt that didn’t belong to you But heaven has ruled: You are not guilty. You are being granted immunity from...

  Decoding the Media’s Obsession with Mocking Spiritual Leaders By now, you've probably seen the posts—laughing at her, mocking her, praying for her baby while cursing her name in the same breath. Peach McIntyre has become a lightning rod for public ridicule, spiritual projection, and coded slander. But let’s be real: this isn’t just about a viral post or a reel gone wrong. It’s bigger. It’s deeper. It’s spiritual. 👁️‍🗨️ This Is What Targeting Looks Like When Black women speak with unshaken truth, especially ones walking in divine purpose, the attacks don’t always come through the front door. They slip in through sarcasm. Through memes. Through gossip disguised as “concern.” Peach McIntyre is being spiritually profiled —not just by people, but by a system that can’t afford for women like her to wake up the ones still asleep. They don’t just want to cancel her. They want to discredit her discernment . Because if her words hit too many hearts, the illusion breaks. 🌀 The ...

  I didn’t imagine it. My body knew. My spirit knew. And now—so do you. What started as an unemployment appeal turned into a spiritual investigation that exposed a level of deception, I never thought possible. From fake legal representatives to twisted use of public systems, what I experienced was never just personal. It was a systemic setup. This is one of the first entries in The Dignity Unbroken Files—a collection of truths the system tried to erase. The Date, The Dog, The Download October 7, 2022: I posted about being targeted. I didn’t know then that I was documenting evidence. Fast forward to June 10, 2025. David Arquette is on the Steve Harvey Show discussing the Dignity Project. He mentions his dog: Dallas. My ears perk up. The name stirs something in my spirit. I Google the project—and the first article that pops up? Texas driver’s license renewal changes. Texas. Mail. Identity. Systemic targeting. Spirit was confirming what I already knew. The Hearing Officer Who Wasn’t T...

  By Pamela, The Phoenix Coach I didn’t know what it meant when Spirit whispered to me in 2021: “The coldest winter ever.” It didn’t snow. But everything around me froze. Access. Opportunities. Relationships. Systems that once moved in slow motion locked up entirely. And when I spoke up about what I saw— they came for me. ❄️ It Wasn’t Just a Freeze—It Was a Setup You see, it started in the apartments. The same complexes they owned, managed, and profited from. Pipes froze and burst—not because of a storm, but because maintenance was neglected and compassion had long been evicted. Then came the rent relief: Covid-era bailouts they advertised as help . But it was all a loop. A trick. A money circle made of our pain . They controlled the water, then charged us for its destruction. They froze the plumbing, then billed us through utilities they already owned. And when we couldn't keep up? They filed eviction after eviction—some of them quiet, some of them illegal. ...

  My Father Was Never Meant to Be Homeless By Pamela, The Phoenix Coach I used to think the system failed my father. Now I know—it targeted him. Because a man with rich soil in his hands, pomegranate trees in his backyard, and a grandmother who dug up amethyst from the ground was never supposed to sleep on concrete. 🌳 He Came From Fruit, Not Famine My father was a gardener. Not the metaphorical kind—but the kind who spoke to the land and made it listen. He worked full-time. He planted trees that bore fruit every season: Apples. Pears. Plums. Figs. We didn’t have stock portfolios—we had sacred soil. His mother had a well , a garden , and pear trees that fed generations . They fished every day. They lived off the land—not because they were poor, but because they understood abundance doesn’t always wear a name brand. 💎 The Dream That Brought the Truth Back In 2021, I had a dream: My grandmother was on her knees, digging dirt with her hands. And what came out of th...

When Truth Gets Silenced: A Year After My Nieces Death, the System Tried Again By Pamela Jackson | The Phoenix Coach™ | She Heals Silently™ Some people post to protect. Others post for clout. But what happens when the cameras roll—and the truth still disappears? On May 10th, 2025—Mother’s Day—Paul Wert was arrested while waiting for a Lyft. The video of that arrest made headlines. It spread across timelines, sparking conversations about over-policing and injustice. But for me, this story wasn’t just triggering—it was prophetic. Because May 10th is also my sister’s birthday and some years it's Mother's Day. And this exact pattern—this cycle of surveillance, silence, and state-sanctioned harm—has been repeating in my family for years. The Scene They Never Showed 7 years before this incident, my niece was killed in a car accident. She survived the initial impact—but the circumstances afterward never added up. She was coherent. Alert. Alive. And then suddenly… she wasn’t. The man ...

  $18,000 and a Death Certificate: The Rent Relief Scam That Stole My Son's Legacy By Pamela Jackson | The Phoenix Coach Intro: When Relief Becomes Robbery They called it rent relief. I call it theft disguised as charity. During the pandemic, I was approved for $18,000 in COVID-19 rent assistance. That same amount reappeared when I was later terminated and approved for unemployment. Twice, I was awarded. Twice, I received nothing. Twice, the system made sure my voice was silenced. But the most heartbreaking piece? My son’s name is in this paper trail. The Setup: How They Played the Game Let’s get real: COVID rent relief wasn’t about keeping families safe. It was about funneling funds into landlord pockets and LLCs that were never meant to support us. The paperwork looked legitimate. The promises sounded good. But behind the scenes? Landlords evicted families after taking government funds. Shell companies absorbed aid and left tenants homeless. My approved amount was $18,000 —not o...

  A prophetic exposé for the targeted, the truthtellers, and the spiritually hunted. I never owed the debt. Not spiritually. Not legally. Not karmically. But somehow, the court keeps calling. The landlord keeps knocking. And a secret society of watchers pretends their obsession is about “justice.” Let me be clear: I am not the one they should’ve followed—I’m the one heaven sent to break the chains they’ve been hiding behind. ⚖️ The Judge Who Played God She wasn’t just ruling cases— She was funding surveillance , signing silent orders , and paying people to follow me. A robe doesn’t sanctify corruption. A title doesn’t erase karmic consequence . She thought her gavel was a weapon. But heaven says: “Touch not My anointed, and do My prophets no harm.” She tried to silence what she couldn’t sentence. But when you’re chosen? Even the courtroom becomes your platform for prophecy. 🏚 The Landlord Who Wanted My Soul It was never about rent. It was never about la...

  The Lawsuit They Thought Would Bury Me Was Actually a Wake-Up Call By Pamela Jackson | The Phoenix Coach™ | She Heals Silently™ They thought the courtroom was the end of my story. But it was the beginning of my awakening. The case was filed in 2005. It was silenced in 2007. But what happened in between—and everything after? They could never redact that. They could seal a case, but not my voice. This is the lawsuit that exposed a system. A system that tried to bury not just my truth—but my entire legacy. 📄 The Case That Should Have Paid Me Here it is: Jackson v. Methodist Hospitals of Dallas et al. Filed in the Texas Northern District Court. Case #: 3:05-cv-01345 | Civil Rights - Employment Discrimination. I was the plaintiff. But I never received a dime. The defendants? Methodist Hospitals of Dallas. Ceridian Corporation. Icon Benefits. Familiar names, same pattern. The very same hospital that failed my father—the same system that tried to erase me. This case wasn’t just about e...