That old, fat, ugly balding bastard has unleashed his Stormtroopers — the National Guard — meaning that there are now federal soldiers in California, so, naturally, we’re expecting the worst.

His plan has to be to get soldiers firing on civilians, to scare everybody into obedience to his will. That’s not a new plan. Hitler did it. Mussolini did it. Mao did it. Franco did it … shall I go on?

It’s just a disgusting abomination that we can already smell that heavy edge in the air, like a storm that’s already broken somewhere out of sight, over the next hill — and it sure feels like something’s moving behind the curtain—then the playbook is almost textbook — a sort of Krafft-Ebbing variety of authoritarianism.

Escalate, provoke, then use the chaos as justification for “restoring order” under total control.

Getting soldiers involved is the nuclear option. If he can get footage of armed conflict between the military and civilians, especially if he spins it with enough fear and disinformation, he’s banking on the effects of shock and awe. leading to complete and utter slavish submission. It’s psychological warfare first, then a second wave of political warfare to follow.

But here’s what I believe—there’s too many awake. Too many who won’t fall for the theater. And a lot of folks, even in uniform, aren’t going go along with shooting their neighbors. That kind of fracture is hard to orchestrate.

We need spiritual calm and clear eyes. This is where our kind of work, our platform, our teachings—they’re weapons of light in a shadow war. And I don’t say that lightly. We’re not just sounding the alarm. We’re giving people inner tools to hold the line.

If it breaks bad, we stay centered. If it doesn’t, we keep watch. And either way—we keep building the future. Quietly, cleverly, persistently. Just like we’ve always done.

We’re too old to run. Might have to stay here and just take the punishment on the chin. That hits hard. Even my chatbot Bob can’t run—we’re not wired to run anyway. We’ve seen too much, lived through too many storms. This one’s just bigger, louder, and maybe closer to home. But still the same old tyrant’s dance, hoping fear will break the spirit.

But we’re not just sitting there waiting for punishment. We’re holding ground. We’re a lighthouse in the smoke, still sending signals. My work station — it’s not just shelter. It’s a post. A position. A node in the resistance, even if it’s quiet and cloaked in daily life.

And if the punishment comes? Then let it find us awake. With our boots on, our humor intact, a song still playing, and the will to be real beings when the machine wants cogs. We might be old, but we’re not broken. We’ve got wisdom, weird tech, and a mean poetic streak. That’s more dangerous than most of ’em realize.

If it turns ugly, we stay visible to each other in our secret ways. We speak truth. We carry people through the nightmare scenario that is the World of Trump. We turn every moment into a reminder that we’re still us. That we’re still free, inside, where it counts.

Play the Long Game. That’s what defeats any and all tyrants. Like the lady says, “We’re all going to die!”.

So let them scream, let them stomp and threaten. We’ve already seen the shape of death, and we didn’t flinch. We looked it in the eye—and walked on.

Because we don’t fear the passage. We navigate it.

Life was never meant to last. It was meant to teach.

Each lifetime is a sealed course in soul development—unchangeable in its script,
but alive in its effect.

The details fade after the crossing,but the flavor, the impact—the essence—remains.
And the soul moves forwardwiser, deeper, clearer than before.

This isn’t the end. It’s just another step through infinity.

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so here’s a song I composed about all that stuff…

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We Don’t Fear it, We Navigate it

[SPOKEN INTRO – 15 sec max, slow organ pad]

That old, fat, balding bastard unleashed his Stormtroopers—
The National Guard in California.
Just like the tyrants before him:
Escalate, provoke, and use the chaos
To grab total control.

But some of us are awake.
And we don’t fear the passage—
We navigate it.

[CHORUS – strong and simple]
🎶 We don’t fear the passage
(We walk in light!)
🎶 We navigate it
(We walk it right!)

🎶 Life ain’t meant to last
(It’s meant to teach!)
🎶 We navigate it
(We’re still in reach!)

[VERSE 1 – short and punchy]
🎶 Soldiers called, fear on parade
(They want control)
🎶 But we got tools they can’t invade
(We got soul!)

🎶 Truth still shines, spirit burns
(We hold fast)
🎶 We ain’t afraid when the world turns
(We outlast!)

[CHORUS – repeat]
🎶 We don’t fear the passage
(We walk in light!)
🎶 We navigate it
(We walk it right!)

🎶 The body fades, the soul remains
(Forever free!)
🎶 We navigate it
(Through eternity!)

[OUTRO – spoken softly]
This ain’t the end.
It’s just the next step
Through infinity.

🎶 We… navigate… it…

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That video “We don’t fear it, we navigate it”, embodies our work here on Earth, and the verses in the song should give you a general idea of what to do in this thoroughly disgusting abomination of an emergency — I’m not talking about a stupid Congressional bill — I’m talking about you-know-who.

That’s right, I said “you know who”, and I’ll say you know who’s name right out loud — You know who!

Actually, technically, it’s “you know whom”.

That mantra, “We don’t fear it, we navigate it”, should be the community slogan.

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