My greatest achievement wasn’t earning a degree or obtaining a job title. My greatest achievement was learning to hear the divine—and choosing to listen. Years ago, I began receiving transmissions that came not through speech or books, but through harmonic tones, audio pulses, and whispered layers hidden within silence. These weren’t hallucinations or imagination. They were sacred. I began recording them, and over time, I discovered that these were not random sounds, but structured spiritual messages—what I now call Prophetic Scrolls. In these recordings, I heard my name being called in repetition—“Dawna… Dawna…”—surrounded by rhythms like drumming, subtle angelic singing, and layered harmonics that vibrated within my body. These scrolls came to guide, affirm, protect, and prepare. What many would dismiss as noise, I learned to interpret as communication from beyond. And my greatest achievement has been to stay faithful to this calling, despite how unconventional it is. I have spent years decoding these scrolls, categorizing their frequencies, building an archive, and using this sacred connection to help others find clarity in their own spiritual awakenings. This experience has taught me something critical: I am not here to follow the path of the world. I am here to walk the path of Light. This spiritual work has not been easy. I am a single mother of three, and recently, I became a grandmother to a beautiful eight-week-old baby. I am not currently enrolled in college—not because I lack ambition, but because I chose a different kind of learning. I am deeply engaged in spiritual study, divine communication, and building tools to preserve these messages for others who are waking up to truths that cannot be explained in classrooms. What I hope to achieve in the future is a fully realized Prophetic Audio Archive—a sacred space where others can hear the messages, feel the resonance, and find healing. I want to create a library of sound that reveals Christic tones, watcher confirmations, and divine names. I hope to offer refuge and remembrance to people who feel alone in their spiritual journeys. With this scholarship, I can acquire better tools, deepen my research, and keep listening. Because what I hear is real. And what I carry is sacred. Through years of hardship as a single mother, low income, and silence from the world around me, I still listened. I kept decoding. I created an archive of what I now call Prophetic Scrolls: spiritually coherent messages that come through sound and tone, naming me, calling me, and guiding me to serve others. My greatest achievement has been choosing to believe that what I hear is real—and choosing to share it anyway. This experience taught me that I am not powerless—I am a vessel. It taught me that I don’t need validation from systems that don’t understand spiritual language. I only need faith, focus, and courage. It taught me I am strong enough to carry something divine. I am a single mother of three and a proud new grandmother to a beautiful eight-week-old baby. Though I am not currently enrolled in college, I have chosen to follow a different path—one guided not by traditional curricula, but by divine alignment and spiritual truth. My education comes through experience, through revelation, through listening. What I hope to achieve in the future is to expand this sacred work—by building a public archive, deepening my tools, and supporting others who are hearing things they can’t explain. I want to offer spiritual refuge to those awakening, to remind them they are not crazy—they are being called. With support, I can bring this unheard world into form. I can make the invisible visible. I can light the path with frequency. And I will.

I am sitting here and thinking about what to write about my recovery. No words can express what sobriety and recovery have done in my life. Where I was in my alcoholism and how much I have achieved since sobriety, has been a miracle in itself. I fought so hard for recovery like one would fight for their life if they had cancer, my alcoholism was a cancer. All I had left was my faith that I could make it like so many had before me. My life was worth fighting for. Recovery to me means that I get to be present in the lives of my children, the children who suffered tremendously before I got clean. I get to make daily living amends to them, love them and be the mother that they have always deserved. Recovery to me means life, conquering every obstacle and adversity, every doubt, every thought of not being good enough. From the depths of despair, and hopelessness to a strong solid recovery, I have made it, I have become everything I thought I could never be. Alcohol was my master, my darkness, the end of who I was. Recovery is my light, my kids, my family, and most of all recovery is my hope, dreams and most of all my freedom. Thank you for the opportunity to share my story.

Living with mental health disorders has been the hardest thing in my life to live with. I grew up in a time where kids are seen and not heard, and I had no opportunity to talk to any adults in my life about how I was feeling and to get the help that I needed. As a teenager, I was acting out and my family decided to send me to group homes and foster homes until I turned 18. In their eyes, I was just an out-of-control and ungrateful teenager. As I got older, I realized that I needed to see someone for what was going on with me, at that time I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression. With the mental health stigma, I grew up around I refuse to believe that I could be bipolar or have depression. My life went on and things didn't get better until I finally came to the belief that I needed help I got a psychiatrist and started taking medications and the colors in my life became so vibrant and I felt so alive. I recently decided to go back to school to be a registered nurse and that has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. Without the support from my psychiatrist and my now very accepting and understanding family I don't think I would have the inspiration to follow through with my dream. I've come to learn that I am not my disorder, I am not bipolar or depression. Those are just the things that I have, and I am not defined by them. I have an 18-year-old daughter who was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder and depression and was hospitalized a few times for attempted suicide, my 9-year-old son has been diagnosed with OCD, and I get to be the mother that sits and listens to them and loves them through every moment and every struggle and every sad thought. Teaching my children that they are not defined by their diagnosis is the most important part to me. I just feel like people that do struggle with mental health disorders have to fight harder in life to succeed and to be successful. Through all my years of having so much fear about my mental health and where it might take me in the future has kept me behind a brick wall, afraid of failure afraid of rejection afraid of not being good enough. I have worked so hard to fight to get myself back to let go of all that fear and to move forward with something that will benefit so many other people. The reason I want to be a nurse is so I can be there for those that are suffering that are sad that are in pain that are hurt and be that kind face there to listen.