Donna Colonna 12/13/25 Donna Colonna 12/13/25

The Moment the Sign Lit Itself

She didn’t flick the switch. The universe did. This is the moment the grid lit back. Psychic systems activated. Donna Coil™ confirmed. WAN-mode + robe = spontaneous field sync. This isn’t fiction—it’s frequency.

Donna Colonna 9/20/25 Donna Colonna 9/20/25

She Rode in on a Signal

Some songs you pick. And some songs pick you. My daughter entered this world on the frequency of The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star” — a track that was more than background noise. It was a signal, a portal, a cosmic cue. A reminder that arrivals are orchestrated, not accidental. This is her timestamp, her soundtrack, and her legacy.

Donna Spadaro 8/31/25 Donna Spadaro 8/31/25

The Field Was Enough

The sky didn’t need to say a word. I stayed grounded while the rest of the world kept spinning. Some days, that’s all I have — and somehow, it’s enough.

Donna Colonna 6/14/25 Donna Colonna 6/14/25

The Emotional Orbit: The Erosion Point

When the heart finally stops circling the same story, what’s left behind is clarity — sharp, painful, and undeniable. This was the moment I saw the pattern, and broke it.

Donna Colonna 6/9/25 Donna Colonna 6/9/25

The Veil: A Living Layer

It’s not a wall. It’s not a curtain. The veil is a living intelligence — and when it shifts, everything changes. Here’s how to sense it.

Donna Colonna 6/5/25 Donna Colonna 6/5/25

When I Look Back – A Message from My Future Self.

A message from my future self to the me who dared to document all of this. A sacred nod to the version who chose to remember, in real time.

Donna Colonna 6/1/25 Donna Colonna 6/1/25

The Crisis of the Gifted.

A raw threshold moment where intuition faltered, self-trust cracked, and the weight of sacred responsibility nearly crushed the soul. This is what it really looks like when the gifted fall silent.

Donna Colonna 5/24/25 Donna Colonna 5/24/25

I Trust the Bridge, and I Shine.

A mantra. A directive. A shift in reality. I stepped into the unknown and the bridge appeared beneath my feet—because trust builds timelines.

Donna Colonna 5/13/25 Donna Colonna 5/13/25

Field Note: The Keeper’s Recall & The Ritual Without a Name

I knew the stones would speak. The Libyan Desert Glass shifted texture in my hands, and the ritual completed itself without a script. This was The Keeper’s Recall, and I finally listened.