It Will Go Differently This Time.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your head, heart and hara?

What I’m about to say is not to stoke fear in you, but to call to your courage. What’s about to happen is the collapse of systems that must be purged. This isn’t fun, but it is necessary, and we are going to be ok. We will be must better than ok once we’re through this globally painful pinch point.

If the sources I trust are right, we have just weeks or a couple more months before the world markets and USD exchange rates go haywire. It could be longer, but I will be making my moves and preparations in the next few weeks.

During previous cycles of collapse like the Great Depression, the wealthiest individuals and families—what we now call the one percent—often emerged not as victims, but as beneficiaries of the crisis. While average people lost homes, farms, and jobs, the ultra-wealthy were able to buy up land, businesses, and assets at fire-sale prices. Banks foreclosed on millions, then sold those same properties to elites for pennies on the dollar. Stock prices plummeted—then rebounded—and those with cash on hand consolidated ownership of key industries. In essence, systemic collapse didn’t level the playing field; it widened the gap, allowing those with capital and insider access to come out stronger while everyone else scrambled to survive.

We have been struggling to survive in the reality that this created.

BTW: If anyone has really excellent teachers on money who are spiritual, PLEASE send them my way. I mean to throw no shade, but most spiritual people are as lost as ducks in the desert when it comes to money. And the majority of “spiritual” teachers who are teaching about money are lost in the weeds of their greed and insecurity.

So… please with a capital PUH-lease. I know there are enlightened minds who aren’t selling spiritual Ponzi schemes. Help me find our elder wisdom keepers of superabundance.

It will go differently this time.

It'll be super hard for lots of us. But the 99 percent will go through it together. And the one percent will be confused why they aren't coming out like pigs in shit this time.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your head, heart, and hara: I was here the last time we stood on this precipice of awakening. But then, I was even more scared. I knew we were unlikely to make it, and we didn’t.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your head, heart, and hara: My body tells me this – this time we are going to make it. The leaders whom I’ve carefully screened and vetted not to be cult spiritual narcissists — they say it also. They said it earlier and more confidently. I didn’t take their word for it. I sensed and continue to sense for myself.

No, I’m not totally certain we will make it off this precipice without crashing and burning, but I’m willing to plan for everything that matters to succeed this time.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your head, heart, and hara: I know what to do. I know what to DO, DAMMIT THIS TIME I’M DOING IT.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your head: My mind is clear.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your heart: My heart is connected to my soul and soul family.

What happens when you hold this possibility in your hara: The power of my sacred sexuality can’t be taken away from me this time.

I’m willing to trust that everything that truly matters will succeed this time.

The channels whom I respect the most are talking about Earth moves – a realigning of the tectonic plates that resulted from a huge influx of highly charged particles and solar wind from solar cycle 25. We’ve just passed the maximum. Now that she has been maximally charged with energy, she has been chewing and metabolizing it.

Earth is not famous for getting her petit coats in a hurry. She takes her time.

And then she makes up her mind.

Much sooner than later, the crust will begin shifting with earthquakes and volcanoes. They’re not seeing a global cataclysm, but at a country level, it will be massive.

This will tumble the next big domino. Soon, the one percent is gonna catch on that this time isn’t like the last. Over the last several cycles, disaster has meant they get richer. However, the concept of jubilee is written into universal law. Some smart societies baked it into their legal codes and codices of manners. The ones who don’t experience jubilee when the earth cycles create a worldwide crash that makes their hidey holes utterly inert and meaningless.

You see, when they can hide assets in a place that poor people can’t, they weather those storms and sweep up the crumbs. They buy for pennies whole parcels of ancestral land. I don’t see that it will have the same force this time around, not least because there’s nearly nothing left to take.

As far as I can tell, the United States took one for the team. Had it not been for our stupidity/bravery, the wool wouldn’t have been pulled off the world’s eyes quite so quickly. Now it’s been laid bare the absurdity of fortune and fame, influencer karma, and the nauseating reality of a lack of the voice of those with true authority in the moment when it’s called for. This collapse has hashtags and beauty filters.

It’s time to look alive.

COVID was the dress rehearsal. This is the main event.

America is already the laughing stock of the world. Now, something else entirely is about to shed. The Emperor Has No Clothes, and dollar bills will soon not buy you the same amount of sushi in Japan or barrels of sweet crude from Norway. The dollar hegemony the world economic systems rest on will fall.

Dollar hegemony refers to the global dominance of the U.S. dollar in international finance, trade, and central bank reserves. Since the end of World War II—and especially after the 1971 end of the gold standard—the U.S. dollar became the primary currency used for oil, commodities, and international debt, effectively making it the world’s reserve currency. This gives the United States enormous advantages: it can print money to finance deficits without immediate inflationary consequences, borrow cheaply, and exert geopolitical pressure through sanctions and financial systems like SWIFT. In simple terms, dollar hegemony means the U.S. gets to write the rules of the global economy—and benefit disproportionately from them.

This isn’t the first time the globe has been through such a transition, and we would be wise to learn from our ancestors.

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What was written on the Rosetta Stone?

Most accounts of this history leave this out as if it was some crumpled-up piece of paper in the king’s tax guy’s pocket. Who could be interested in such boring details?

Well, I surely was shocked.

A synchronous and beautifully orchestrated universe did not use this numinous stone to record meaningless erata. This is what was worth making copies and sending them at great expense to some mules’ backs all over the land.

A tax break was given to the priesthood.
Their debts are forgiven.
Statues of the Pharaoh were to be placed in every temple, shown with the double crown and radiant regalia.
Festivals were to be held in his honor, offerings made, his name chanted with praise.
This was a decree to recognize Pharaoh Ptolemy V as divine, worthy of worship and remembrance.

Literally, it’s a royal proclamation:
“The king has given much silver and grain to the temples.”
“The king has remitted debts and released prisoners.”
“The king has made peace with his enemies and shown mercy.”
In return, the priests agree: “Let his name be declared sacred.”
“Let it be written on papyrus and engraved in stone.”
“Let this decree be placed in every temple, in hieroglyphs, demotic, and Greek.”

So everyone—scribe, priest, merchant—could read the same song.
It was bureaucracy, yes.
But also the architecture of memory.

They didn’t just write it once.
They made copies. Sent them across the land.
Installed them in stone inside temples, like tuning forks for the soul of the kingdom.

This wasn’t casual administration.
This was a metaphysical infrastructure.
Government inscribing debt relief into civic order.
A declaration that divinity requires redistribution.
That to hold power rightly, it must be sung into the stones, spoken in three tongues, and remembered by the land itself.

And we must name this, too:
They had the karma to believe a man could be god.
To bend the knee, not from fear, but from awe.
To pour incense and wine for a human ruler because the mythic order said: He carries the sun on his brow.

That karma has passed.
We no longer prefer sovereigns in flesh to the sovereignty within.
We’ve seen too many thrones rot from the inside.

But the longing hasn’t gone.
It’s been transmuted.

We want systems that remember the soul.
We want leadership that listens like an oracle and acts like a steward.
We want economics that know when to bow to the volcano and say: Enough extraction.
We want to reweave the sacred and the mundane—not by crowning men,
but by crowning the top chakra of our own heads—
each of us a temple.
Each of us sovereign.
Each of us capable of channeling the sacred into form.

This is the true Rosetta—
not the stone, but the spine.
Not a king's decree,
but a nervous system attuned to divinity.

We don’t need golden statues.
We need agreements that honor the numinous.
We need daily rituals that irrigate the soul.
We need temples made of compost and codes of consent.
We need currency that circulates like prayer.

Can we reweave the sacred and the mundane?
Yes—if we remember that governance is a sacred art.
Yes—if we treat language like spellwork and contracts like altar cloths.
Yes—if we let our leadership be chosen by resonance, not resume.
Yes—if we stop waiting for permission to be holy.

The crown has no heir.
It has only receivers.
And it will descend on the ones who remember—
not how to rule,
but how to bless.

Jubilee. Jubilee. Jubilee.
Not a pardon. A pattern.
Inscribed in breath and cosmos, in Torah and tide.
The great reset written into the bones of the universe.

Land returned. Debts erased.
Slaves set free—not just from bondage, but from identity.
From the lie that your worth is measured by productivity, proximity, pedigree.

Jubilee is not charity. It is equilibrium.
The earth groans under interest unpaid to the soul.
And when the groaning hits a pitch too high to ignore—
something snaps back into place.

That’s what’s happening now.
This isn’t collapse.
It’s re-tuning.

We are not being punished.
We are being released.

From dynasties built on hoarding.
From systems that called theft a dividend.
From histories that crowned extraction as divine right.

The old contract is expiring.
And what comes next must be blessed into being,
not bought.

So gather your gold, yes.
But also gather your stories.
Gather your ancestors.
Gather the names of the ones you swore to protect.

And when the ground shakes—
when the temples fall and the banks close—
step outside.
Touch the earth.
Crown your head.
And say it with your whole body:

Jubilee. Jubilee. Jubilee.
I remember.
And I return.