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.
π§ The Freeze Was Financial. But It Was Also Spiritual.
They didn't just come for my roof.
They came for my reputation. My safety. My peace.
Because I spoke out about the injustice.
I saw the insurance fraud. I felt the cold moves masked as policy.
I started connecting the dots between delayed inspections, denied claims, and rent assistance that disappeared into thin air.
And suddenly… everything around me got colder.
People turned. Agencies closed. Friends vanished.
And the support I needed most never showed up.
But Spirit said:
“This isn’t punishment. It’s purification.”
π What I Found in the Ice
The deeper the freeze, the more I had to dig.
And that’s when the ancestors started speaking louder.
That’s when I remembered the dream of my grandmother on her knees—
digging in the dirt, pulling out amethyst.
That’s when I remembered:
My father grew gardens.
My lineage was fruit-bearing, water-storing, soil-rich.
I didn’t come from scarcity—I came from stolen wealth.
And the cold wasn’t meant to break me.
It was meant to expose the systems trying to bury me.
π️ A Prophetic Winter. A Phoenix Rising.
This was more than weather.
This was a season of exposure.
And I survived it—not by fighting,
but by remembering who I am.
They thought the freeze would silence me.
But I thawed my voice and set fire to every lie they told.
I was never the victim.
I was the witness.
And now? I am the truth-teller.
With truth, fire, and healing,
Pamela Jackson
Spoken Word Prophet | The Phoenix Coach | Advocate for the Silenced
π Creator of She Heals Silently: A Spoken Word Survival Story
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