The market doesn’t ring a bell at the top. It memes.
The groundwork is being laid to meme louder than ever.

The Return of the Cat

Roaring Kitty re-emerged this week. Tuesday, April 14, to be exact.

It wasn’t just a nostalgic blip—it was a signal flare. The same figure who helped ignite the GameStop short squeeze is back in the public imagination, dragging with him the ghosts of stimulus checks, zero-commission trading, and a generation that learned markets through dopamine loops.

Back in 2021, the battleground was GameStop, and the Reddit war room was r/WallStreetBets—a chaotic digital coliseum where avatars, memes, and YOLO trades converged into something that looked suspiciously like collective power.

SIDE NOTE: Scroll through the visual language of r/WallStreetBets and you’ll see a recurring cartoonish, defiant face—red tie, exaggerated hair, unmistakably evoking Donald Trump. It isn’t accidental: the same anti-establishment energy, distrust of institutions, viral symbolism, and “us vs. them” framing that defines MAGA culture also permeates the Roaring Kitty community.

Let’s be honest: it wasn’t just about sticking it to hedge funds.

It was about belief.
Narrative.
Identity.

Now enter DUMBMONEY—a meme coin that doesn’t even pretend to be anything else. It’s self-aware irony weaponized as an asset. The name alone tells you everything: the crowd knows how it’s perceived, and instead of resisting, it leans in.

This is late-cycle behavior.

Not early innovation. Not cautious accumulation. Late-stage spectacle.

NOT FINANCIAL ADVICE, but if you’re investing in crypto, please always check the Contract Address (CA) as there are lots of scam accounts around these.

• $DUMBMONEY:
  CAjtTHvC878f8cZ4zEwdvgjkjFM7rbYN8Mb1go1cpump

• $WAR: (if you want a speculative coin not mentioned in this post)
  C9dJfTGUzhuqPWxh9mcDr66JZN4uzXh2gh9EWnEdpump

I believe these junk meme coins are setting the stage for actual crypto solutions that will be deployed later in the year and early next year. More on that later.

The Metrics Behind the Memes

The memecoin cycle isn’t happening in isolation—it’s the retail end of a much larger narrative market, where stories are being priced faster than fundamentals can catch up. And if memes are the surface layer of excess liquidity, then the deeper layer is the same story showing up in AI and tech: a belief that scale is infinite, constraints are optional, and infrastructure will bend to narrative demand.

Here’s the uncomfortable truth: meme coins aren’t breaking the market—they’re revealing it. More importantly, they’re revealing a hidden hand that choreographs the puppet strings for a well-timed market crash.

The question is not if it will crash, but when?
I believe that DumbMoney may be an indicator.

The Calculated Crash

Every cycle ends the same way: the story becomes more important than reality—until reality reasserts itself. Have you been hearing how AI is unstoppable and it’s a clear winner in the markets? I invite you to take a moment to reflect on a contrarian view.

History doesn’t reward the loudest narrative. It corrects it.

The GameStop short squeeze wasn’t the beginning of a new financial paradigm. It was a preview of how chaotic the end of one can look. And now, with meme coins leaning fully into self-parody, the market is no longer whispering excess.

It’s shouting it.

I believe that the stage is set for a massive market reversal. When?
I also believe that it will not be accidental when it arrives, but a calculated crash.

That’s an actual website: https://WTFhappenedin1971.com/

By focusing on one date that year, clear answers to the question are revealed.
WTF happened in 1971? Let’s explore that rabbit hole together.

The Ritual of Peace as Soft Power Alchemy

History tells us October 14, 1971 was busy. But that’s not the point.

What matters is not that several things happened around this time—but that they were later arranged to appear as if they converged, whether they truly did or not. That distinction—and its striking implication—is the whole story.

By late 1971, the United States and its cultural satellites were quietly transitioning into a new operating mode. Power was no longer anchored to material certainty or brute force. It was becoming mediated, symbolic, and above all, narrative-driven.

When I asked the internet to take me back to October 14, 1971, it highlighted three key events. Three developments—entirely real, well-documented, and historically orthodox—reveal this shift when placed side by side.

1. The Eisenhower Silver Dollar

2. The Founding of Greenpeace

3. John Lennon and Yoko Ono

All three events were not just “news” on October 14, 1971. They were performative acts—public rituals—designed to transmute power in a post-1960s world where brute force was becoming unfashionable.

This is not coincidence. This is symbolic warfare, staged in three different temples:

1. Money

2. Nature

3. Media

To better understand what’s happening in 2026, let’s break the sigils apart in 1971.

I was researching this precise date—October 14, 1971—for a very specific reason.

TL:DR; it has to do with Israel.

1) The Dollar Loses Gold, Gains the Moon

On August 15, 1971, President Nixon shocked the world and closed the gold window. The U.S. dollar was severed from gold, ending the Bretton Woods system and transforming global money into a fiat construct—currency backed not by metal, but by trust and enforcement.

Weeks later, the United States Mint began mailing 1971 Eisenhower silver proof dollars to the public on October 14, a significant moment for coin collectors and numismatists.

This was not accidental sequencing.

Silver, in occult traditions, is lunar metal—associated with reflection, illusion, the subconscious, and feminine power. It is through these lunar qualities that certain goddesses, most famously Isis, become symbolically aligned with the white mirror metal in Hermetic, esoteric and alchemical traditions. Silver is not the metal of kings (that’s gold).

Gold—the solar metal of permanence, monarchy, and fixed value—was gone. In its place came silver, the metal of mirrors. The Eisenhower dollar doubled down on the lunar symbolism: Eisenhower’s portrait on the obverse, and the Apollo 11 insignia—the Eagle landing on the Moon—on the reverse.

Like every Apollo astronaut, Dwight D. Eisenhower was also a 33rd degree Freemason—the honorary degree that secretly swears a blood oath to Lucifer.

To stamp a 33rd-degree Mason onto a silver coin—issued just weeks after the United States abandoned the gold standard—signaled a transition: value no longer anchored in the sun-metal of kings, but in the reflective, lunar realm of consensus and belief.

This was not merely a coin. It was a message:

Value no longer resides in what backs the currency.
Value resides in what the story says backs it.

As the Moon replaced gold, symbolism replaced substance.

2) Greenpeace and the Moral Reframing of Power

On October 14, 1971, Greenpeace Foundation was established in Vancouver, Canada.

Its stated mission was environmental protection and peace through nonviolent direct action. These are facts. But historically, Greenpeace represents something more precise: the formal emergence of moral authority as a geopolitical force.

Greenpeace did not arise as a simple environmental organization—it emerged from a network of ritual-minded activists who understood spectacle, symbolism, and moral authority as instruments of power.

Irving Stowe, one of the founders, was a 32nd degree Freemason. His occult pedigree is clear: a man schooled in the architecture of initiation, ritual hierarchy, and the projection of authority through symbolic acts rather than coercion.

Bob Hunter, another Greenpeace founder, channeled this sensibility into performance and spiritual play. He founded the Whole Earth Chxrch, a tongue-in-cheek religious movement with blatant irreverence toward conventional Christianity.

From the earliest campaigns—the Rainbow Warrior, the anti-whaling expeditions, the staged confrontations—Greenpeace cultivated attention, moral gravitas, and aesthetic power, framing Earth as both altar and witness. The organization’s early leaders were not only activists—they were occult engineers of consensus, translating spectacle into authority, art into ethical leverage, and public attention into soft power.

In a world freshly untethered from gold, war, and fixed hierarchies, Greenpeace became a prototype: a global moral priesthood wielding shame, imagery, and ritualized nonviolence as its tools of initiation.

Greenpeace did not command armies. It did not govern territory. It operated by images, spectacle, and public conscience—placing itself between power and legitimacy.

This was new.

Environmentalism reframed the planet itself as a moral subject. Authority shifted from governments and institutions to narratives about harm, responsibility, and future catastrophe. Like fiat currency, it required consensus rather than enforcement.

Power became reputational.

3) Lennon, Ono, and the Event that Slipped in Time

John Lennon and Yoko Ono appeared on The Dick Cavett Show with the episode airing on September 11, 1971. This is well documented. The interviews were taped and aired before the promotion of Imagine—Lennon’s peace anthem.

Beneath the melodic simplicity of Imagine lies a blueprint for consciousness-altering ritual. In 1971, as the world reeled from war and social upheaval, Lennon invited listeners to visualize a reality beyond borders, religion, and possession—a call to collectively re-imagine existence itself.

For occult-minded thinkers, this was more than a song; it was a sonic sigil, a gentle but powerful act of mass manifestation, using imagination as a form of magick.

Lennon’s rapid rise to stardom coincided with his public exploration of a broad spectrum of mystical, symbolic, and occult‑adjacent currents of the 20th century—from Eastern spirituality, numerology, and divination practices to psychedelic consciousness and a clear fascination with Aleister Crowley and Thelemic thought. So much so that the most prolific Kabbalist of all time made a guest appearance on the Beatle’s Sargent Peppers cover art just a few years prior.

Lennon’s Imagine channels the same occult currents, transforming Crowley’s radical individualism into a mass-mediated ritual of collective consciousness: a song that asks listeners to suspend borders, authority, and material anchors—effectively rehearsing the same symbolic reordering of reality that Greenpeace and the Eisenhower silver dollar were manifesting in parallel.

And yet—decades of secondary sources, fan archives, and historical timelines repeatedly cite October 14, 1971 as the date of their appearance. Official episode guides do not support this. (The October 14 broadcast actually featured Peter Ustinov—the late President of the World Federalist Movement / Institute for Global Policy.)

This discrepancy matters. Because the Lennon–Ono appearance didn’t just get misdated. It got reassigned.

Why merge this October 14th date with 9/11?

Disclosure is Required

Strip away the speculation and what remains is unsettling:

• Money detaches from physical reality and becomes symbolic.

• Activism detaches from danger and becomes reputational.

• Media detaches from chronology and becomes distorted memory.

None of this is hidden.
All is intentional.

Why?

Because in the world of witchcraft, disclosure is required.
For ritual spells to hold power, the public must be pre-informed.
Disclosure counts even if it comes 54 years, 4 months, 12 days before the real ritual.

What ritual?

Why did I search out October 14, 1971 in the first place?

I had a suspicion that Aleister Crowley’s most influential work—Book 77—was tied to the unveiling of WW3. If that were indeed true, I expected to see a blatant occult ritual tied to the number 77 and Israel. So I just asked one simple question:

What took place 77 months from the founding of the State of Israel?

On October 14, 1971, we witnessed power silently shift from violence to symbolism.

• The Eisenhower dollar claimed economic authority

• Greenpeace claimed moral authority

• Lennon & Ono claimed cultural authority

Each used peace as camouflage.
Not peace as harmony—but peace as control.

These same three themes repeat when discussing the architecture of Osiris and Isis:

• The City of London — financial authority

• The Vatican — religious authority

• The District of Columbia — military authority

  

Foreshadowing an Engineered Collapse

All three events are about who controls meaning in a post-Vietnam, post-assassination, post-psychedelic America. I believe these three themes are a foreshadowing of what is coming in 2026—and it’s the exact moment I’ve been having prophetic dreams and visions about since 2020.

The 77 Silver Ritual

Based on the disclosure back in 1971 that came precisely 77 months after May 14, 1948—the day the State of Israel was created, it seems as though 77 is directly tied to a ritual involving the lunar metal: SILVER.

And, as we’re in the 77th year of the State of Israel being a nation, my eyes are tuned to a few specific dates this year.

• Will we see a SuperbOwl ritual 77 years, 7 months, 7 weeks, 7 days? (February 8)

• Will we see disclosure on the 77th day of 2026? (March 18)

• Will we see war in Israel before last day of the 77th year? (April 21)

• Will we see silver respond after 77 years and 77 weeks? (November 4)

If this is well-crafted financial coercion, time will tell.

The occult is prideful and arrogant.

Despite tying three strands together so blatantly and mocking the nations on full blast, they assumed no one would notice. That said, it takes very little research these days to go back in time and see exactly what CIA documents were on the President’s desk that very morning and—more revealing—what was on the cover of Life Magazine the following day.

Credit Where Credit is Due

Frankly, if it were not for the clear Voice that leads me and guides me to all truth, I may have glazed over these seemingly unrelated “coincidences” as well:

• That Voice took me on a wild goose chase until 4am while writing this post.

• That Voice revealed Chunky Gal Trail #77 and Government Gate #77 when walking from Georgia to Main on the Appalachian Trail

• That Voice connected dots back in 2024 when serving for seven months in the smallest country in mainland Africa.

It was in The Gambia, on the Smiling Coast of Africa, when I was first gifted an incredibly specific word to steward about the number 77. You see, Aleister Crowley loved the number 77—so much so that he wrote a book about it.

Crowley’s occult manifesto influenced Eisenhower, Greenpeace and Lennon.

What book?

Book 77

(video coming soon—stay tuned)

Happy New Year!

Before we step fully into what’s next, I want to pause and do two things in this post:

• Revisit December (with humility)—connecting the dots as I saw them

• Look back at 2025 (with gratitude)—foundational moments worth celebrating

Because clarity almost always comes after reflection—and because vision is sharpened when we’re willing to look honestly at our journey and learn from the path we’ve traveled.

December: What Connected Dots Reveal

Several weeks ago, leading up to the end of Hanukkah, I shared a series of thoughts around a possible convergence of dreams, words, and visions on the winter solstice (December 21). The timing felt significant. The symbolism was compelling. And I shared it openly, in real time, as I was processing it.

As you now know, nothing definitive happened that day.

I’ve spent the past ten days sitting with that—praying, reflecting, listening. This morning, on December 31, clarity finally settled in. Interestingly, this is the same day—years ago—when I was given the word about The Tipping Point. December 31 has become a day I intentionally seek the Lord for perspective.

What became clear is simple and freeing:
None of the words I shared had a date attached to them when I received them.

The dots I connected pointed to real things—yet the timeline I shared was my own speculation. I believe God conceals his majesty in the way He speaks; as more is revealed, it’s up to us to continue seeking the deeper meaning.

What I Actually Saw (And What I Didn’t)

Over Hanukkah, I shared seven words—all recorded during the last six years.

Before I share the details, let me underline one thing: these aren’t tied to a calendar date—they are directional patterns I’ve been tracking. Within them are three recurring themes, drawn from different dreams and visions:

• A manufactured market crash where gold and silver ETFs dip sharply

• Something occurring on a Sunday that makes buying silver on Monday make sense

• An occult ritual tied to Israel and the number 77, occurring sometime between May 2025 and May 2026

December 21 stood out this year for understandable reasons:

• The darkest day of the year

• A Sunday

• A precise 77-year-7-month-7-day marker since Israel became a nation

When the timing seemed to align, it was easy to begin connecting dots—perhaps too quickly. Here’s the honest takeaway: the dots were real, but the timeline was premature.

A Word on Being Human

I’ll be honest—there’s always a temptation, in moments like this, to clean things up. To quietly remove posts. To smooth the edges.

But that’s not how I want to authentically live or write. That’s pride.
I’m comfortable saying: I’m listening. I’m learning. I’m refining.
That doesn’t disqualify vision—it deepens it.

I realized part of my hesitation was a quiet attempt to protect God’s reputation. Jesus never asked anyone to do that. And historically, those who see ahead are rarely applauded in the moment anyway—visionaries are often understood best in hindsight.

So I’m not backing away from what I heard.
I’m simply releasing the need to force it onto a calendar.

What I Still Believe Is Ahead

Now, more than ever, I am confident in what I have received. He’s filled me with peace when I re-examine the words I’ve stewarded. Many of the words yet to be shared will blow your mind when they come to pass.

It’s humbling to hear God’s voice so clearly. I recognize it as a precious gift, so I will continue to listen and share when appropriate. I trust there is a reason for it all.

Despite being incorrect about the 2025 date, these themes remain clear to me:

• We will see a manufactured market disruption affecting gold and silver ETFs.

• We will see something take place on a Sunday that creates an opportunity to invest in silver on a Monday (although I want to reiterate that never did I hear the Sunday-Monday-Tuesday were consecutive days—I just assume that).

• We will see a blatant, occult ritual linked to Israel and the number 77 that will expose three global powers. When I share Book 77, it will amaze you! God is so precise in how He speaks.

When these moments arrive, they will speak for themselves.

Cogs in the Wheel

A vision I often come back to is one of literal “cogs on a wheel”—each event waiting its turn to engage.

I see the sequence of events I’ve been shown as cogs on a gearwheel. For years I’ve seen the gears, yet they slip past one another and don’t spin—yet. Every year, I am gifted additional glimpses about future events that will transpire. Discernment tells me that The Tipping Point is the first cog on the gearwheel to catch.

Once it does, I will have much more to say.

Looking Back to See Ahead:
2025 in Perspective

Now for the fun part.

2025 was a full year—foundational and deeply formative. Here are the highlights:

• Ouachita Mountains: Trekked 30 miles through southwest Arkansas with a group of mentors from Austin—a journey of guidance, endurance, and camaraderie.

• Passover Seder: Hosted 70 people for a joy-filled Passover experience with Simka Foundation—a powerful reminder of gathering, tradition, and shared faith.

• Worship in the Texas State Capitol: Began an effort to bring weekly worship under the dome—planting seeds for a vision that will unfold in the year ahead.

• Appalachian Trail: Hiked more than 2,000 miles from Georgia to Maine—four and half months of movement, discipline, and renewed perspective.

• New Patent Filing: Filed my first provisional patent since stepping away from that world in 2018—establishing a new milestone of innovation and focus.

• The Bible Calendar: Designed a beautiful resource featuring art from Israel—helping people clarify their calendar so they can see how they fit in God’s story.

• The Echoes Bible: Designed three covers for a book series launched by a friend—helping believers to “read the Bible again for the first time”.

When I step back with fresh eyes, I don’t see a year of spectacle.
I see a year of firm foundation.

I am expectant for the year ahead.

Closing the Year, Looking Forward

If there’s a theme I’m carrying into the new year, it’s this:

Vision isn’t about being early—it’s about being faithful. And faithfulness positions us for what’s next—not by rushing events, but by standing ready.

Sometimes that means speaking.
Sometimes it means waiting.
Sometimes it means adjusting without losing conviction.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for walking with me on this journey called life.
I appreciate your insightful comments and continued support.

Let’s see what unfolds next—with curiosity, courage, and lots of joy along the way.

Here’s to 2026—a year we pick up sticks and build something meaningful together!

By then, the body knew what to do.
My ankle was tender.
My mind was still.

The trail had worn me down just enough to make me pay attention.

That’s when I passed a gated government facility.

A Simple Sign

Nothing special.
Just a marker.

Gate #77

Without explanation, something internally shifted—the feeling that I was onto something important.

Not a beginning.
Not an ending.
A threshold.

Why 77 Mattered This Time

I’d seen the number before, earlier in the journey.
My mind flashed back to Chunky Gal Trail #77.

Then another memory surfaced—a word I’d recorded months earlier in The Gambia, a video I call Book 77.

The thoughts came quickly.
So I took out my phone and started speaking.

Gate #77 became the second witness on trail. I was paying attention.

77.
77.

What This Video Is

This isn’t about signs.
It’s about sequence.

Some moments only make sense after you’ve lived a little longer.
Some gates only reveal themselves once you’re already on the other side.

Suddenly, everything came together—the trail, the timing, the recording in Africa, the gate in New Jersey. Or did it? Time will tell. For the original word from Africa to be accurate, we’ll need to see an occult ritual tied to #77 before May of 2026.

When that happens, I’ll release “Book 77” to reveal the full, damning picture.

If you’ve ever looked back and realized that’s when things changed—even though nothing dramatic happened at the time—you’ll understand Government Gate #77.

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More soon.

And then I saw it.

Chunky Gal Trail #77.

The name stopped me cold.

Not because it was strange (trail names often are), but because it echoed something I couldn’t immediately place. A resonance. A bell ringing somewhere deep in memory.

A Memory from Africa

The previous year—half a world away on the Smiling Coast of Africa—I recorded a word that I call “Book 77”. At the time, I didn’t fully understand the implications of the dots I was connecting. I just knew what I saw mattered enough to document it.

Standing there at mile 77, the connection stirred—but it still wasn’t clear.

Clarity didn’t come until December.

The Text That Changed Everything

A spiritual father sent me a text.
A single message.
An image.

Suddenly, a timeline snapped into focus.

In May of 2025, Israel marked 77 years as a nation. But it goes deeper than that.

If we don’t see something on December 21, there are a few other dates before May 2026 that have my attention. The first is the Super Bowl.

SuperbOwl Sunday

This year, the SuperbOwl marks exactly 77 years, 7 months, 7 weeks, and 7 days since the State of Israel was founded, and I have lots of things to say about the Superb Owl and the predictive programming foisted upon America for the last sixty years.

Will anything occur at this time?

Overtly, probably not—but if one has eyes to see, the Super Bowl is always used as a form of disclosure. TBD.

The Likely 77 Ritual Date

While the Winter Solstice and Superb Owl will undoubtedly speak if you have eyes to see, I am more focused on what gets disclosed during this less overt date:

• March 18, 2026 — This is the 77th day in 2026, the last day of SXSW, and the first day of the Biblical new year!

  

The Last Play of the Game

If we don’t see something catastrophic on the above dates, the absolute last option for a 77 ritual during the 77th year of the State of Israel comes in the days and weeks leading up to April 21.

Why? Israel turns 78 on April 22.

Will we see a 77 ritual before then?
Will it be on American soil?

Time will tell. And the clock is ticking…

77 Speaks

If you have eyes to see, you know numbers speak.

I’m not claiming I understood any of this when I stepped onto the Appalachian Trail. I didn’t. Nor do I fully understand it now. What I’m learning—again and again—is that God often reveals meaning in layers.

First the encounter.
Then the memory.
Then, at the appointed time, the understanding.

That’s what this video is about.

To fully grasp what these convergences imply—spiritually, prophetically, symbolically—you’ll need to watch Book 77 (coming soon). Stay tuned!

I won’t spoil it here.

Just know this:
None of this caught God by surprise.
And maybe—just maybe—it won’t catch you by surprise either.

On December 16, 2021, I recorded a video in my car after I felt a familiar prompting. I scheduled it for release the following day: December 17.

At the time, I had no idea that it would not be shared for another four years. There was no sense of delay—only obedience to record, and then to wait.

Today is December 17.
And today, I am releasing it.

A Word Repeated

This message didn’t stay in the past. It repeatedly returned to me:

• 2022 — in a tiny house on a trailer, one I had first seen in a 2020 Dream

• 2023 — while praying in Jerusalem, Israel at the Kotel Katan

• 2023 — after returning to Cross Kingdom church in Kerrville, Texas

• 2024 — during 40 days of prayer and fasting in The Gambia, Africa

• 2024 — at a Candlelight Christmas Concert in Kerrville, Texas

• 2025 — while hiking the Appalachian Trail (more on that later)

Same message. Different places. Same clarity.

At this point I can’t ignore it.

The Core of the Word

The message is simple, specific, and paradoxical:

“If you see something on SUNDAY,
buy silver on MONDAY.
You’ll understand on TUESDAY.”

This is not fear-mongering.
This is not financial advice.

This is a call to attentiveness, to align our hearts with the Father’s timing—not the noise of the markets.

It’s about hearing.

Why Now?

Because some words are not meant to be rushed.
They wait. They ripen.
They align with God’s calendar, not ours.

Over these years, the instruction has shown itself consistent—and its repetition suggests urgency, not panic.

A Call to Discernment

This post isn’t an investment strategy.
It’s an invitation:

• to listen more than react

• to test rather than speculate

• to align rather than alarm

Tune your ears to His voice.
He is speaking, and we—the sheep—hear the voice of the Good Shepherd.

Watch the video prayerfully.
Let the Holy Spirit speak—not the marketplace.

Test it.
Pray over it.
Hold it with wisdom.

May we be found listening.

Dreams are personal. They’re symbolic, easy to misinterpret, and often dismissed altogether. That’s why I didn’t rush to talk about the first two of seven dreams I had in 2020—both of which centered on a sudden market collapse.

Given what I’m seeing now, and the timing of events that might unfold during this 77th year of the State of Israel, I believe it’s time to put this on record.

Explore #77

The First Dream: The Tree That Shrunk Overnight

In the first dream, I stood before a large, healthy tree. It was an oak. I understood intuitively that the tree represented gold and silver ETFs—assets commonly associated with stability and protection.

In a single day, the tree shrank to half its size.

There was no slow decline. No warning. Just a sudden, dramatic contraction.

What stood out most was my reaction. Instead of fear, I reached for an axe and began chopping. I went all in on that market. The message was clear: what appeared to be destruction was actually an opportunity—if you recognized it for what it was.

I woke up immediately after the dream.

Asking for Confirmation

I prayed and asked God for confirmation. If the dream was meaningful, I wanted clarity—not assumption. I asked for a second dream.

That second dream came the same night.

The Second Dream: The Future Tiny House Trailer

In the second dream, I saw a future tiny house trailer—manufactured, mobile, and not anchored to a permanent foundation. It was being pulled on a winding road. The trailer was empty, yet I knew intuitively that it was for a future tiny home.

Suddenly, as it went around a bend, it toppled over.

I rolled over in bed, still half asleep, and said out loud:

“It’s a manufactured crash.”

Those words weren’t rehearsed. They came instinctively.

Why I’m Sharing This Now

I’m not sharing this to provoke fear, hype, or speculation. I’m sharing it because the patterns I’m seeing today resemble the symbolism of those dreams more closely than at any point since 2020:

• A potential sudden move instead of gradual decline

• Systems that appear stable, poised to fail all at once

• Events that feel less organic and more engineered

Whether you interpret this spiritually, psychologically, or simply as long-term pattern recognition, I believe it’s worth paying attention.

A Final Thought

This is not financial advice. And it’s not a call to panic.

It’s a personal testimony.

Take it as reflection, not instruction. Discernment matters more than certainty—especially in moments when narratives shift quickly.

I’m sharing this now so that if events unfold rapidly, it’s clear this perspective didn’t originate in hindsight. Regardless of what may or may not happen, if we we don’t see the tree shrink—the sudden drastic pullback of gold/silver ETFs in a day—then it’s NOT the timing for these dreams.

The events seen in these dreams will happen. When?
These seven dreams from 2020 shook me to my core, and I trust that—in hindsight—it will be clear what they meant.

In the meantime…

Watch the video. Sit with it. And as always, think independently, stay grounded, and seek wisdom beyond the noise.

Next Sunday, as the eighth candle of Hanukkah is prepared to be lit, the world will pass through the darkest day of the year—the winter solstice.

Darkness will linger longer than usual, shadows stretching across streets, homes, and hearts alike. In ancient times, such days were charged with portent: a time to watch, to listen, to question.

This year, darkness will again whisper an age-old question familiar to those who follow The Bible Calendar.

The Feast of Dedication

Long ago, in the land of Judea, a resolute people lived small in number but mighty in spirit under the shadow of a conquering empire. The Seleucid Greeks ruled the land, and at first, life continued much as before. But slowly, the rulers demanded more than taxes—they demanded sameness.

Jewish practices were banned.
Torah was forbidden.
The Temple in Jerusalem, the heart of Jewish life, was defiled.

For the people of Judea, this was more than oppression—it was a threat to identity itself. And as it always does in dark times, the question arose:

Who will save us?

Many expected rescue from the powerful—a king, an army, or a miraculous intervention. But salvation did not arrive on horseback. It began quietly.

In the village of Modi’in, an aging priest named Mattathias refused to abandon his faith. After his death, his son Judah Maccabee (“the Hammer”), took up the cause. In 167 BCE, ordinary people—farmers, teachers, neighbors—joined him.

They were outnumbered, out-trained, and out-armed. Yet they fought anyway—not because victory was certain, but because surrender meant losing who they were. Battle after battle, they defied expectation.

Eventually, they reclaimed Jerusalem and purified the Temple. When they went to relight the menorah, there was only enough oil to burn for one day.

They lit it anyway!

Tradition says a single day’s oil burned for eight—long enough to prepare more. The menorah’s light shone not only as a miracle of oil, but as a testament to courage and faith in dark times.

Hanukkah—meaning “dedication” in Hebrew—marks the rededication of the Temple and the miracle of the menorah, giving rise to its names: the Festival of Dedication and the Festival of Lights.

Jesus at Hanukkah

Centuries later, that same question echoed in Jerusalem.

It was winter, and the Festival of Dedication—Hanukkah—was being celebrated. Lamps burned in homes and streets, recalling the reclaimed Temple and the miracle of light. People gathered at the Temple complex, just as their ancestors had after the Maccabean victory.

And there, walking in Solomon’s Portico, was Jesus of Nazareth. The Gospel of John notes it plainly:

“At that time the Feast of Dedication took place at Jerusalem. It was winter.”
—John 10:22

The timing is no accident. Hanukkah presses the same question it always has:
Who will save us?

The people surrounded him and demanded, “If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.” They expected power, revolt, a deliverer like Judah Maccabee.

My Sheep Hear My Voice

Jesus answered differently. He spoke of sheep and a good shepherd—of a voice to hear and follow, and of the danger of listening to the wrong voices:

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.
A stranger they will not follow, but they will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.”
—John 10:27, 5

Standing amid Hanukkah lights, Jesus drew a line between false rescue and true salvation. One is imposed from the outside; the other is recognized, trusted, and followed from within.

For those today who already know Jesus as Messiah, the age-old question was answered two millennia ago when He rose from the dead—the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. He is alive, and His voice can still be heard today!

And yet, many still listen to other voices.
Many still trust the voice of strangers.

This week, as candles are lit and the ancient miracle story is remembered, the question sharpens: Which voice are we following—and which voices must we refuse?

A Call for Discernment

Before going any further, I share what follows with care—not as instruction or prediction, and certainly not as financial advice, but as a call to discernment. Pray about what may be coming. Weigh it carefully. Take responsibility for your own actions.

If Hanukkah teaches us anything, it is this: faithful action often precedes certainty. The Maccabees did not wait for guarantees. The menorah was lit before the oil was sufficient. Courage was chosen while the outcome was still unknown.

What follows is not a declaration of what will happen, but an invitation to consider what could. Read it prayerfully. Hold it loosely. Test it against Scripture, wisdom, and the voice you follow.

Imagine a Sunday like this.

The Eighth Candle Approaches

For most Christians, the eight-day Feast of Dedication that Jesus Himself celebrated this time of year—Hanukkah—is largely forgotten.

On Sunday, December 21, many sitting in churches around the world will have no idea that Hanukkah is unfolding—that the eighth candle is about to be lit, or that the world is passing through its darkest day of the year.

Sermons are preached. Songs are sung. Prayers are lifted. And yet, few realize that evening will mark the final night of Hanukkah. In many homes, faithful families will quietly light the last candle. As the flames flicker in the darkness, they will remember the courage of the Maccabees, the miracle of the oil, and the truth that faith is chosen before rescue is visible.

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the ancient question rises again:

Who will save us?

Before the question is ever asked, shock grips the unaware. By Monday morning, markets convulse. Screens glow red. Assets once considered safe falter. Metals dip. Crypto buckles. Confidence evaporates. Leaders scramble.

Panic moves faster than reason.

For many sitting in the pews, the realization is sudden and jarring. The peace they assumed gives way to the fragility of the systems they trusted.

On this darkest day of the year—the Sunday before Christmas—will there be peace on earth?

A Watchman’s Warning

Whether events unfold exactly this way matters less than the posture they reveal. The hour calls for vigilance, clarity, and discernment.

Jesus warned that deception, not fear, is the real danger (Matthew 24). Calm voices will rise, solutions will appear convincing, and figures will promise rescue, stability, and peace. Discernment is your safeguard, especially during the Feast of Dedication (John 10) and the critical days that follow.

This is the warning: when upheaval comes—if a knight rides in on a white horse to save the day—do not be deceived by spectacle or false certainty. Test every voice, measure every message against Scripture, and follow only the One who shepherds with truth and life. Not every white horse brings salvation; not every solution is righteous (Revelation 6).

If darkness builds during the Festival of Lights until it reaches The Tipping Point—if fear suddenly surges and relief comes too quickly—be careful which voices you follow. Do not mistake confidence for truth, stabilization for salvation, or spectacle for guidance.

Discernment matters most when the answer looks convincing. Discernment does not rush—but it does not delay when truth becomes clear.

Light for the Days Ahead

As a watchman on the wall, I share what God has entrusted to me—not to provoke fear, but to equip His people. Over the past six years, beginning in 2020, I have carried, tested, and prayed over dreams and impressions. This week, during Hanukkah, I will release some of them carefully, one by one.

Each day, another piece of light:

• 1) Hanukah Warning (December 2025)

• 2) A Manufactured Crash (August 2020)

• 3) Sunday, Monday, Tuesday (December 2021, 2022, 2024)

• 4) Chunky Gal #77 (May 2025)

• 5) Government Gate #77 (July 2025)

• 6) This is the Time (2020)

• 7) Book 77 (July 2024)

Note that while I am releasing these words this week—and pointing towards a specific date when everything might collide—none of the above dreams, words, or visions came with a date attached.

The speculation about the darkest day of the year is mine alone.

Moreover, these are not instructions to react in panic, nor guarantees of specific outcomes. They are tools for discernment—how to pray, how to listen, and how to act wisely before the darkness deepens. Hanukkah reminds us that light, understanding, and courage unfold gradually—not all at once.

I invite you to follow along, prayerfully. Test everything against Scripture. Listen for the voice that leads to life, and avoid those that lead to ruin.

The candles will be lit one by one.

At some point this week, faith may be required. Courage may be necessary before the reason for rescue is visible. The window of opportunity often opens before a collapse unfolds—and closes before a rapid reset follows.

Pray.
Listen.
Move.
This is the time.

P.S. Interestingly, back in 2020, I was given a prophetic word specifically about the winter solstice. However, I am not sharing it now, because pieces are not currently in place to unfold as I originally saw it.

All that to say—if we don’t see something this year on December 21, stay vigilant in the years ahead. At some point, an occult ritual will usher in The Darkest Winter.

One Unforgettable Journey.

The Call

I didn’t plan to hike the A.T.
The idea arrived as two quiet, unmistakable words:

Appalachian Trail.

No fanfare. No explanation. Just clarity.

Ten days later, I was on a plane with a backpack and no real idea what obedience would cost—or give. I had crossed borders before, more than fifty of them internationally, chasing culture, story, novelty.

I knew how to move. I knew how to arrive.

What I didn’t know was what it meant to walk toward the same destination for months on end.

The Trail teaches that early.

One Direction

When you wake up every morning aimed at the same distant mountain, travel changes. There’s no rush to consume experience. No checklist of highlights. Just the next white blaze and the quiet promise that if you keep walking, it will lead you where you’re meant to go.

Movement becomes devotion.
Progress becomes faith.

The Appalachian Trail is simple in design—one blaze to the next. This straight and narrow corridor through wilderness is the longest marked trail in the world. There are switchbacks, climbs, descents, and moments where the path disappears into rock or root—but the blaze always reappears.

That’s how divine guidance works too.

You don’t need the whole map. You just need the next marker.

Learning to Listen

Out there, stripped of distraction, the Voice inside me finally had room to speak—and then, slowly, to replace my thoughts with His. I learned how little I actually needed to carry, and how much weight I’d been hauling that was never mine to begin with.

Doubt disappears.
Urgency fades.
Clarity sharpens.

I stopped asking where am I going? and started asking why?

Authority, Not Control

I used to think nature was something to be managed or endured. The Trail dismantled that idea.

I walked through hail that stung like judgment. Watched skies twist into something dangerous and alive. Felt the ground remind me it can move when it wants to. In those moments, I remembered the story of a man asleep in a storm—unafraid, not because the storm wasn’t real, but because He knew who held it.

I don’t fully live there yet.

But I’m learning the difference between control and authority. One clenches. The other rests.

Creation isn’t something to dominate. It’s something to move through in alignment.

Staying Oriented

On trail, you get lost sometimes. Not dramatically—just enough to realize you’ve drifted. And when you do, you don’t panic. You look for the white blaze.

That’s it.

The blaze reorients everything.

God’s voice works the same way. When things get noisy or unclear, you don’t need a new destination. You need a reference point. Scripture is the FarOut app for your soul—not replacing the walk, but confirming where you are. Reassuring you that the trail still exists, even when you can’t see around the bend.

You’re not failing because you wandered.
You’re learning how to return.

Company on the Way

There was solitude, yes—but never loneliness. It’s hard to feel alone when you’re being led. And it was clear, He was with me every step of the journey.

There was community too—unforced, generous, fleeting and deep all at once. Strangers became companions simply because we were walking toward the same end. On the Trail, no one asks who you were. They ask where you’re headed. My answer was always “North”.

Direction matters more than history.

The Summit

And then, one day, the final mountain appears.

Katahdin rises not as a prize, but as punctuation. A period placed gently at the end of a long sentence. I climbed not as someone who conquered a mountain, but as someone who had been carried to it—step by step, blaze by blaze.

At the summit, the wind spoke louder than words. The miles behind me fell silent.

I understood then: the Trail didn’t change me by adding anything new. It changed me by removing what wasn’t true.

It taught me how to walk when called.
How to listen when uncertain.
How to trust the path even when I couldn’t see far ahead.

Still Walking

The journey doesn’t end at Katahdin.
And it doesn’t end off trail either.

But obedience always leads somewhere worth standing.

Sometimes all you need is the next white blaze—and the courage to follow it.

P.S. If you’re a fellow thru-hiker, I want to hear from you. Leave a comment with your trail name and what trail you completed. I’m especially interested in hearing from my 2025 AT family!

I’ve now set foot in Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee and—currently—Virginia.

There’s no question that I am here on purpose … for a purpose.

Ten days before I departed, I heard a faint whisper in the recesses of my mind speak two words, “Appalachian Trail.” I questioned what I was hearing.

As the thought persisted, confirmation came from others. And so, I packed my bag and departed. From day one on trail, it was clear to me there is a deeper reason for this journey than I claim to know.

The path has been laid before me, so I am simply walking. North.

Trail Questions

• Some have questioned why I am walking. Me too.

• Some have questioned if I’ll complete the entire trail. Me too.

• Some have questioned when I’ll be done. Me too.

For now, I am simply walking about 15-25 miles a day and enjoying the amazing beauty along the way. The entire trail has been filled with peace and purpose.

I’ve explained it like this to some who have asked:

It seems I left the 99 and am going after the 1, again and again. I’ve been given a grace to walk at a seemingly supernatural pace, then—on occasion—I’ll hear to slow down or stop. Another sojourner will pass and I’ll pick up at their pace and spend the day walking with them.

Inevitably, this leads to the sharing of my testimony. And my testimony leads others to the inquisitive pursuit of the unseen realm. Interestingly, whoever is walking with me on trail becomes a captive audience that cannot escape the reach of the One who is pursuing them. With a strong hand and outstretched arm, He continues to encounter hikers with His unconditional love.

Capturing the Journey

To those who have asked about following along on the journey with me, I’ve embarked on a new way of capturing my trip. I’m vlogging.

Sorta.

I’m capturing daily commentary on the trail as if I’m vlogging, yet I decided early on that I would not be the one to edit or post these clips. I need to hire an editor to manage that side of the journey or else you’ll never see anything.

It’s hard enough walking continuously all day. At the end of the day when I set up my tent and lay down, I pass out. When I wake up, I repeat the endeavor all over again. Simply put, there is no time on trail to edit videos.

So, videos will not come until I figure out the whole editor situation. All that to say, you’ll see the journey—ups and downs—at some point.

Here are a few highlights I’ve endured:

• Hailstorm (followed by 11.7 mile night hike)

• Earthquake (4.1 on the Richter scale)

• Tornado (just a warning, but the wind was epic)

• Bear (seen a few now, mostly with cubs)

• Skunk (almost stepped on him)

• Dragon’s Tooth (morning sunrise)

How can you help?

Many have asked me how they can assist my journey. My answer early on was “I don’t know”. I was unsure what I had gotten myself into and had no clue about what was needed on trail.

After a month of hiking, I can now better answer that question.

Indeed, there are ways you can assist … if you’re so inclined. As far as equipment goes, I’m fairly dialed in. On the food side, however, I’m consuming way more calories than I ever imagined possible. A typical day right now is around 6000 calories.

I’ve been told that it’s not uncommon for hikers to eat more than 8,000-10,000 calories a day toward the end of the hike. That’s a lot of food, and food can be heavy so lightweight options become the only option on trail.

Hiker hunger is real.

If I had my druthers, I’d add these luxury food items to my daily intake to help manage nutrition and boost energy.

• LMNT Electrolytes - 2 packs Daily
  (Chocolate Salt, Citrus Salt, Lemonade Salt, Orange Salt)

• Progenex Recovery - 2 scoops Daily
  (Chocolate or Peanut Butter Smash)

• AG1 Travel Packs - 1 pack Daily

Unlike other snacks and meals available at resupply points along the trail, the above three items are rarely available on trail. And, after a month of hiking and investigating the routines of fellow hikers, I believe these would make the biggest difference in my daily routine.

Other items of interest include jerky, protein bars, homemade pemmican (Justin, are you reading this?), dehydrated fruit and—an absolute luxury—dehydrated dinners such as Mountain House or Peak Refuel.

Support Appreciated

If you want to help supply my journey, text me to let me know what item(s) you’d like to supply and I’ll give you an address where you can send them. (Or, if you simply want to give to the cavernous food fund, you can do so here.)

Logistics aren’t my strong suit. The easiest solution for you (and me) is to have everything sent to one location in Austin where one amazing woman will split items into resupply boxes that will be shipped ahead of me on trail. (Thank you!)

Again—if you text me—I’ll share that address. No worries if not.

Video journey coming soon. For now… just walking. North.

Two weeks before I set out on the Appalachian Trail, a surprise came my way via a Still Small Voice. I had been pressing in, seeking guidance on my next adventure when a question filled my spirit.

“In the last thirteen months of travel, where did you have the most impact?”

I thought deeply about this question as I drove through the Texas Hill Country. In Africa during the first six months abroad, my ministry was mostly to locals. That all changed when I made my way to Europe; the lives touched in Turkey, Georgia, Armenia, Northern Macedonia and Greece were almost exclusively fellow travelers.

I could sit in a hostel all day and other sojourners—mostly in their 20s and 30s—would find their way over to me. One question would lead to the next and soon we’d be having deep spiritual conversations about the meaning of life and where they were headed.

There was a certain ease to conversations that filled me with deep peace and purpose.

The Whisper

As soon as I realized that “fellow travelers” was the answer to the above question, I heard a faint whisper: The Appalachian Trail.

I shook the thought aside and went on driving. I’ve considered many thru-hikes in my travels, yet if I were selecting one, it would certainly NOT be the Appalachian Trail.

• The Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) is the more beautiful of the options in America spanning from Mexico all the way to Canada.

• The Continental Divide Trail (CDT) is definitely the most epic option, also spanning from Mexico to Canada, straight over the Rockies.

If it were up to me, I’d have chosen one of those two trails. I haven’t even considered a thru-hike in years (except briefly after completing a recent trek through Arkansas on a quick 30-mile weekend excursion).

The Appalachian Trail? No thanks. Too many people.

If I’m going on a trail through the great unknown, I want something remote and far-flung. Not a 2200-mile green tunnel up the East Coast filled with fellow travelers. I went on about my day.

And yet, I couldn’t shake the thought. The same three words kept floating about in my periphery: The Appalachian Trail.

Fine. I decided to look up some details. Where does it start?

The Conference

Turns out, the launch point is Amicalola Falls about an hour from a conference I was already set to attend in Tennessee. I know God called me there, yet when I got my ticket back in January, I was not certain why. I just know when I heard the conference mentioned on a podcast, I wrote the address of the conference in my day-planner and arranged a ticket for the end of April.

I also knew that May held new adventure for me. I thought that would be in the Middle East, yet when I threw out a fleece before the LORD, it came back negative.

And so, I threw out a separate fleece about The Appalachian Trail. “LORD, if You want me to go, I need a new phone before I depart.” The following day, two different people were speaking to me about upgrading my phone.

Walk in the Light

The day after I had the realization about the Appalachian Trail, I began a Biblical study on the word “WALK”.

I started writing verses looking for some sort of theme or purpose to my journey. Midway through the list of verses, my phone buzzed. I answered. It was Shabbat and Dr. Gayle was calling with an unusual question.

“What do you think Yeshua meant when He said, ‘Walk in the light when there is light?’” I laughed out loud. Gayle had no idea I was considering a VERY LONG WALK, nor did she know I was currently writing out verses around the theme of walking when she called.

God has a unique way a lessening the blow. I waited until Monday to tell Gayle I would be leaving Texas and, subsequently, decreasing the amount of time dedicated to Simka over the next five to seven months (that’s the average time it takes to complete the trail). She was taken aback when I delivered the news, yet when I reminded her of the question she asked me days before, a certain Peace took over.

She blessed my journey as we scrambled to get things in place to replace my daily presence. I would be leaving in just over a week.

The Overalls

The following day—Tuesday—I found myself revisiting one of my favorite ministries.

Once a year or so, I schedule some time at Luke 4:18 to sit with a couple intercessors and work through new levels of healing old trauma. It’s always amazing to me how God reveals and heals.

Some of you know the details of the childhood trauma I was blessed with as a boy. Truly, it has shaped who I am as a man, and I have come to be grateful for the experiences, despite the damage it caused along the way.

Just days before departing for the conference in Tennessee, I sat down at the table once again. Two women sat with me, one of whom knows the extent of my background and the second knows very little. The second of the two—Emma—came with four pages of notes that had been revealed to her by the Spirit the day before.

I am amazed at how the LORD works.

Emma saw a young boy in overalls. That was especially interesting to me as no one in the room knew overalls were my boyhood clothing of choice. As a five-year-old, if I got to choose my daily outfit, you better believe I’d be wearing overalls.

Clearly, overalls were a big part of my childhood identity, yet something I had not even thought about for decades.

The Slingshot

Emma went on and began to outline my childhood trauma without going into details. She saw the young boy was wounded by a male father-figure. True. My dad was abusive. To counteract this, she saw the young boy was given a slingshot in the spirit (one of my favorite childhood toys).

She then asked me if the younger version of myself needed anything; the immediate answer I heard was “air”.

Air?

I assumed this meant the little part of me needed some space to breathe, yet as I sat with my eyes closed I experienced what I will call a vision:

This young boy in overalls pulled back on the slingshot and fired it at a “monster” that had been nailed to the wall since the last time I was in one of these sessions.

As I released the slingshot payload, nothing fired except a puff of air, yet that “air” was enough to pierce the monster. He deflated, hanging from the nail like a deflated party balloon. And then… a nail-pierced hand emerged through the wall and removed the balloon. Gone.

Just like that, a weight was lifted. I don’t fully understand what happened, yet it was as real as any healing I’ve ever experienced.

Emma went on with the notes she had written the day before…

The Yellow Car

Emma saw me at my age now. She did not understand what she was seeing, yet was able to describe it in detail. Before I share, let me simply say that I had NOT told her I was considering embarking on an adventure along the Appalachian Trail.

Emma saw me in a yellow car called “The People’s Car”. I was traveling through the mountains in America. It was NOT in Texas. It was NOT international. I was traveling from campground to campground. I was traveling from campfire to campfire!

Are you kidding me?!?

I don’t know about you, but that was enough confirmation for me to know that the LORD is in this Appalachian adventure (even if I don’t fully understand what I am doing).

First Things First

From the moment I heard “The Appalachian Trail” to the time I departed for Tennessee was just over one week. During that time, I heard the LORD clearly tell me to worship in the Texas State Capitol under the Rotunda before I left.

For several months, we’ve been gathering in the Annex on Tuesdays to worship. This move from a hidden place into the public seemed strategic, so I called EmJae, a local Worship Commander, and invited him to join me.

He had Tuesday evening free, so I joined him on Tuesday at 7pm.

Consistency was the word spoken over this endeavor on the first night. And then—when we gathered again the following Tuesday at 7pm—I heard the Lord speak about a “7-10 Promise”. More on that later.

I departed for Tennessee the following Wednesday morning.

Off to the Conference in Tennessee

I’m not your average conference-goer. That’s simply not my scene, so I found it intriguing when I was called to Tennesee. Some incredible men of God spoke over the course of four days:

• Jonathan Cahn

• Mario Murillo

• Joseph Z (I was given a clear, time-sensitive word to share with him.)

• Mark Biltz

• Bill Cloud

• Perry Stone

I took three Simka Foundation business cards with me on my journey and shared them when I felt led. One such prompting puzzled me. Two women sat in front of me the second day. When I sat in a different location, Debra and Cathy again appeared before me.

I gave Debra a card not thinking much of the repercussions.

The Conference Ended

As the four-day event came to a close, I heard the Spirit say, “I have a ride for you.” I left my Airbnb and walked to the conference center that morning with a full pack, ready to go, yet without a ride.

I was instructed to make a sign that pointed me to Amacalola Falls, GA. As the final speaker dismissed everyone, I made my way to the exit with my sign. As soon as I stood in the doorway, however, I felt reprimanded. “I didn't tell you to go here.”

Fair enough, but if I want people to see the sign, I should probably be located in a high traffic area as people exit the premises. Maybe someone is going my way?

Nope. I heard clearly to go to the food court (where no one was) and to sit outside on the benches (where no one could see me behind the bushes). LORD, this makes no sense! I sat alone, murmuring to myself with my small sign invisible to everyone departing. And then, I heard a voice.

“Excuse me. Are you Stephen? Are you heading to the A.T.?”

Meet Hunter

An unassuming older man in a camo shirt approached me and introduced himself. I would soon learn that I was in the presence of Appalachian Trail greatness.

Hunter is a three-time A.T. thru-hiker who was once ranked #1 hiker by Appalachian Trail Conservancy. Hunter went out of his way to seek me out after he met Debra and heard about my journey that very morning!

He not only gave me a ride. He gave me an A.T. education.

You see, Hunter actually knew Earl Schafer, the first guy to ever hike the full A.T. Hunter is also a retired Park Ranger, wilderness survival guide and Messianic Rabbi who teaches emergency preparedness and Biblical prophecy in his spare time. The 76-year-old legend took me all the way to Amicalola Falls where I registered as a 2025 thru-hiker: #2374.

One Last Stop

Before he left me on the trail, however, Hunter made sure I had the proper gear, food and attire. That meant a trip into Dahlonega to peruse the local Walmart and fill my food bag. As we pulled out of Amacalola Falls headed for town, what car should pull into our parking spot but a bright yellow Corvette.

I immediately thought of Emma’s vision about the yellow car. You can’t make this up.

The Plan

The original plan was for Hunter to drop me in Dahlonega at the Hiker Hostel, but when we learned that it had been bought out by a boutique hotel, he came up with a new plan.

As a 3X Thru-Hiker, I decided to take Hunter’s advice along the way; whatever he said became law. He insisted I start at Springer Mountain, not in a few days as planned, but that very day. He drove me another hour down a dirt road and dropped me 0.6 miles from the official start of the Appalachian Trail.

My “Approach Trail Day” was unlike any other. It seems as though there was a plan in play long before I ever made my way to Georgia. Here am I.

As I walked the slippery trail to the official start of the AT on Springer Mountain, I pondered what this trail would hold for me. Would I finish?

I knelt alone on the mountain and touched the first white blaze painted on the stone summit next to a brass plaque.

Time to walk.

And yet this year, on the 14th of Nissan at twilight, I had the honor of leading 67 precious souls through an annual celebration rooted in the Exodus and fulfilled on the Cross! What a joy!

The Haggadah

As many of you know, I’ve been working closely with Simka Foundation since the end of 2022. Dr. Gayle and I have spoken about creating our own updated Haggadah (or Passover Guide) since 2023 when I brought ancient pottery replicas home from Jerusalem to assemble our first Festival-in-a-Box.

The Hebrew word Haggadah means “guide”. This year, I did what I do best for Simka: make things work well and look beautiful. Not only is Simka’s Passover Seder Guide more visually appealing, it’s now even more engaging.

If you’ve never attended a Passover Seder, I cannot recommend it enough!

It puts our faith in an entirely new perspective when we see how intentional the Exodus was during the time of Moses. When dots connect and you realize that Yeshua really is our Passover Lamb, the scriptures come alive!

The Bread

Yeshua, knowing that he would bear the affliction of our sins in His own body, held up the Matzah and broke it saying: “This is My body given for you; do this in remembrance of Me” (Luke 22:19).

The Wine

The Passover dinner is structured around four promises of God symbolized by four cups of wine or grape juice. The significance of the four cups are taken from scripture (Exodus 6:6-8):

• FIRST CUP — Cup of Sanctification
  “I am the LORD, and I will bring you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians...”

• SECOND CUP — Cup of Deliverance
  “…and I will deliver you from their bondage…”

• THIRD CUP — Cup of Redemption
  “…and I will also redeem you with an outstretched arm and with great judgments…”

• FOURTH CUP — Cup of Hope
  “…and I will take you for My people, and I will be your God: and you shall know that I am the LORD your God, who brought you out from under the burdens of the Egyptians.”

The Ten Plagues

Recounting the story of the ten plagues makes for a fun-filled evening, especially when props are involved to bring the story to life. It was truly an event for all ages, with guests ranging from newborns to elders in their 90s … and everything in between!

Joy! Joy! Joy!

The Community

Gathering with friends and family for Passover has been a long-held tradition since the time of Moses and well documented during the first-century Church. It’s time for believers to embrace the heritage of our faith and get in sync with God’s calendar.

To stay up-to-date with the Biblical calendar, subscribe to our Rhythms Newsletter.

Not so in 2025!

Maybe it was the last 13 months of wandering the world, walking from destination to far-flung destination. After summiting the final mountain on this three-day Arkansas adventure, I still felt fresh. A little stinky, sure, yet fresh nonetheless.

Eagle Rock Loop is a favorite backpacking trek for several older (and wiser) men who have walked through the last few years of life with me. Two men in particular—Justin and Michel—regularly send me a last minute text asking if I’d like to carry juicy steaks out to Lake Georgetown and cook them up on a campfire under the stars.

My answer—if I am around—is always YES!

Eagle Rock Loop is different. It’s a special getaway where we can drive out of Austin before dawn and be on trail in another state by 2pm. This somewhat challenging loop traverses seven mountains, more than twenty river crossings and a variety of terrain.

For three days, we survive the wiles of Arkansas solely with what we packed in on our backs. For me, this means carrying a repository of gear that I’ve collected over the years (although the 2023 theft-event in The Gambia set me back quite a bit).

Unquestionably, the next item to upgrade in my gear arsenal is the backpack I’ve been carrying since 2008. It’s joined me around the world and back again a few times over and carries the battle wounds to prove it, including a hip belt sewn in place with Michel’s kevlar thread while on trail the last time we were hiking Eagle Rock Loop.

This Year On Trail

My phone died on the first day of this trip and refused to charge, so I found myself completely unplugged for the few days out on trail. Glorious. (Sorry, no photos, other than this one borrowed from the internet to give you an idea of the terrain.)

The first night was bitter cold with a howling wind blasting through the canyon, so instead of making a fire, we each bunkered down in our own tent.

The following two nights were more pleasant. And, without the whipping wind, we found ourselves telling stories around a glowing campfire, one of my favorite pastimes. Both nights I found myself tending the fire well into the evening as the four other men disappeared into their tents.

In the wee hours of the morning I was still seated, alone, staring into the fire. To me, a campfire—or any fire for that matter—is one of those places where I hear the LORD speaking. The Word says that God is a consuming fire. I pondered this thought as the embers glowed red-hot and flames danced on wet logs.

And then, a fresh word came into my spirit—one that I had not heard before.

Fresh fire.

A Word for "Hannahs"

I am still sitting with what I heard, so I won’t go into the details right now.

I scribbled madly by the light of the fire, filling a small Moleskine journal with blue ink. I wrote until my hand cramped, then stretched my fingers and wrote more. As the flames flickered, words were coming quickly.

Essentially, I heard the LORD speaking a word of encouragement over women who have struggled with pregnancy, yet know they are called to be a mother. There is purpose in your calling. A time coming when righteous wombs will be opened all at once and a company of Samuels will be birthed on Earth.

I’m seeking clarity before I reveal more details, yet I left the mountain filled with peace and eager for more. I love how the Creator speaks in the midst of His creation.

NOTE: Spending thirteen months walking around the world has me in better shape than I realized. The final mountain was a doozy four years ago; this year, I walked to the top without pausing and still felt great. Let’s go!

What will the next adventure hold?

If you would like to continue ostrich-ing, oblivious to what is actually going on, feel free to stop reading now. If, on the other hand, you desire to know the truth—even if it means demolishing long-held paradigms—then dare to join me down the proverbial rabbit hole.

CHOOSE WISELY. Ostrich or rabbit?

Failed Prophecy?

A few well-meaning friends reached out to me Monday afternoon (just after the inauguration) and pointed out that I was wrong. They insisted the idea of war is now unthinkable with Trump at the helm, because we are officially in “The Golden Age”.

Was I wrong about the timing of events? Sure, I’ve been wrong many times as human speculation is ever-fallible. Abba continues to humble me.

Was I wrong about what He showed me? I do not believe so. In fact, now—more than ever—I am doubling down on what I previously stated. Stick with me until the end of this post and you will understand why.

To be clear, I stand by these words:

• This is the time for a market collapse and rapid rebound in 2025.

• Store Grain Now. Be prepared with a six-month food supply.

• 3-2-1-War is Coming.

• War is Coming. We will see war on the land in America.

• A 9-11 style event in America will be a sign to the nations.

• We are in the Calm Before the Storm.

We will see a poetic culmination of prophetic insight one day in the not-so-distant future. On the last day of 2020, I first heard the Lord speaking about a specific moment in time He called THE TIPPING POINT. Ever since, I’ve been asking the burning question…

If not now, when?

Since 2020, I’ve been given much more insight.

While I easily have hundreds of hours of video to share from the last five years, I was only instructed to unvault the above words prior to Trump’s Inauguration. In the final “Calm Before The Storm” video released prior to January 20th, I also referenced a few other videos:

• Q Knew (2020)

• The Last Play of the Game (2022)

• The Bridge of Peace (2024)

Stay tuned, because these words—along with many others—will “soon” be unvaulted. As prophecy is revealed, I believe doubters and outright God-deniers will come to faith due to the uncanny accuracy of upcoming events, foretold years in advance by an all-knowing God. For now, many will continue to tell me that I am wrong.

This is to be expected, yet I will continue to speak when He instructs me.

Belly of the Beast

Before assuming that I am unequivocally wrong about assertions found below, spend two hours watching this well-made documentary by the Faull Brothers interviewing some of the sharpest minds about the greatest conspiracy of all time.

Watch Belly of the Beast

The Most Approved Plan

On May 1, 1776, three secret societies (Freemasons, Jesuits and Kabbalists) merged to form the Illuminati. Months later, the united States of America was established on July 4, 1776. There is little doubt that at least 44 signers of the Declaration of Independence were Freemasons.

If you are not already aware that Freemasons worship Lucifer, then you have some catching up to do. I shared this teaching publicly back in 2021 to help you grasp the broader narrative.

District of Columbia

In 1789, the first U.S. Constitution (did you know there are three?) called for the creation of a federal district under the exclusive jurisdiction of the U.S. Congress. Two years later, the District of Columbia was set aside as Capitol Hill (based on the Capitoline Hill of Rome, dedicated to the Temple of Jupiter).

The original plan for the District of Columbia (D.C.) consisted of a square of land—ten miles on each side—taken from two states: Virginia and Maryland (i.e. Virgin Mary). At the last minute, some of my distant relatives (living in Alexandria, Virginia) pulled out of the land deal causing the Potomac river to form the oddly shaped western city border of D.C.

Official literature at Trump’s 2025 inauguration removed “D.C.” from the city’s name, simply referring to the territory as Washington City. Disclosure’s Coming.

Who is Columbia?

Since D.C. is officially Columbia’s District, it’s worth asking who is Columbia?

Is she the same goddess who guards New York City? In the Empire State, she’s called Libertas—the Roman goddess of liberty. The copper-clad Statue of Liberty was a gift to the United States from France, designed by French Freemason, Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi. The classically draped Roman goddess holding a tabula ansata has long been seen by the world as a symbol of liberty. Apropos, considering the actual name of the statue is “Liberty Enlightening the World” (La Liberté éclairant le monde).

Indeed, Lady Liberty has become so synonymous with the United States that we rarely give goddess Columbia a second glance. Despite her familiarity, I was especially wary during Trump’s unique inauguration under the Capitol Dome. Columbia loomed over the audience as a towering statue in the Emancipation Hall and as a painting adorning the Capitol Rotunda above the swearing-in ceremony.

“Columbia is only the latest name given to a goddess who is older than recorded history and can be traced in her modern form to the early Egyptian dynasties. She has been known throughout history variously as Inanna and Ishtar by the Sumerians, Kali by the Hindus, Freya by the Norse and most notably as Isis by the ancient Egyptians.”

- Masonic Philosophical Society

A More Perfect Union

If goddess Columbia is—according to the Freemasons—simply another incarnation of Isis, how is she significant to the origin story of the United States? Do you know the story of Osiris and Isis?

• Osiris (the dying and rising god) was chopped into 14 pieces. Isis (his sister and sexual consort) found 13 pieces and put him back together to form a “more perfect Union." The 14th missing piece (Osiris’ penis) is often depicted as an obelisk.

• Similarly, Columbia is a Neo-Latin toponym used to refer to the 13 colonies that formed the United States. The states were united in a “more perfect Union” with D.C. set aside as the 14th missing piece. Does this provide clarity as to why a Freemason (Robert Mills) was responsible for designing the Washington Monument obelisk?

Washington Architecture

From the onset, Washington D.C. was laid out on a masonic grid (as are most cities the world over). If you’ve never heard of the esoteric street layout in DC, a little research will quickly make it astonishingly clear that this is indeed a fact.

At one point in my life—as I wandered and wondered through some 40 countries—I would take paper maps of cities I was visiting, identify two obvious Masonic sites, and overlay their “sacred geometry” to pinpoint areas of interest. Without fail, points where lines intersected were occult. Sometimes it was a masonic lodge or a seedy dive bar with a cornerstone, yet more often than not it was simply an unassuming obelisk erected on a precise coordinate.

The Washington Monument

According to Wikipedia, “the Washington Monument is a hollow Egyptian-style stone obelisk with a 500-foot-tall column surmounted by a 55-foot-tall pyramidion.” Conveniently, the below ground depth is not mentioned, yet if you add these dimensions to those above ground, you get an interesting sum: 500+55+111=666.

It would hardly be worth mentioning the Washington Monument without recognizing the three power-centers that honor the same false gods. They are, of course, using the same phallic symbols to denote whom they serve.

• City of London — Finance

• Vatican City — Religion

• Washington D.C. — Military

It should be noted that “City of London” is not part of England, “Vatican City” is not part of Italy, and “Washington D.C.” is not part of America.

The Womb of Isis

Do you think it a coincidence that these three cities (and other influential cities around the world) have an obelisk positioned opposite a dome structure? Said another way, is it a coincidence that Osiris’ penis is directly opposite the pregnant womb of Isis?

Osiris and Isis

You can investigate the long tragic story of Osiris & Isis for yourself, but if you don’t want to fill your mind with demonic myths, I’ll spare you and provide cliff notes:

Seth was jealous and plotted a wicked trick on Osiris. After a failed attempt to kill Osiris by sealing him in a casket and throwing him in the Nile River to drown, Isis found Osiris’ body. Seth persisted and had Osiris dismembered into 14 pieces.

Isis retrieved the dismembered body parts of Osiris and put them together by wrapping him like a mummy. Only 13 pieces could be found. Isis invoked sex magic, replacing the missing 14th piece (his penis) with a stone dildo (obelisk) to impregnate herself.

This inbred brother/sister duo conceived a son named Horus who would become famous for his “All Seeing Eye” (think U.S. dollar bill).

• The name Osiris in Egyptian hieroglyphs means something like “great” or “mighty”. Commonly depicted as a green-skinned god, Osiris had the head and beard of a man. In his hands were the crook (royalty) and flail (power), items associated with shepherds. Ancient Egyptians believed they were the flock of Osiris, “The Master Shepherd”.

• The name Isis is actually Greek for the Egyptian word “Aset” or “Eset” (“ee-set”) meaning something like “Throne”. This would explain why Isis was often physically depicted with a sun disk on her head (i.e. Lady Liberty).

The Capitol Dome

All that is to say—because Isis used a stone dildo (the 14th missing piece of Osiris) to impregnate herself—obelisks are often associated with architectural domes representing the pregnant womb of Isis. This is especially the case in Washington D.C., the city appointed to represent the 14th missing piece of the more perfect Union.

It is certainly no secret that the underbelly of the Capitol Dome is filled with pagan deities. The painting, entitled The Apotheosis of Washington, is a fresco painted by Constantino Brumidi in 1865 and completed by another Freemason, Ally Cox in 1953.

The Apotheosis of Washington

The word apotheosis means “exaltation to divine rank or stature; deification.” In other words, the raising of a god (i.e. theos). Included with George Washington in the cloud of pagan witnesses adorning the ceiling of the Capital Dome are the following deities and known Freemasons:

• Libertas, also known as Columbia, is directly below George Washington (freemason) in the personification of War.

• Minerva, the Roman goddess of crafts and wisdom, is portrayed with helmet and spear pointing to an electrical generator next to a printing press, representing great American inventions and inventors: Benjamin Franklin (freemason), Samuel F. B. Morse (freemason), and Robert Fulton (freemason).

• Neptune, the Roman sea-god, is shown with trident and crown of seaweed riding in a shell chariot drawn by sea horses.

• Venus, goddess of love born from the sea, is depicted helping to lay the transatlantic telegraph cable.

• Mercury, the Roman god of commerce, with his winged petasos, sandals and a caduceus rod, is depicted giving a bag of gold to American Revolutionary War financier Robert Morris (freemason and creator of the first Eastern Star ritual).

• Vulcan, the Roman god of fire and ash, is depicted standing at an anvil with his foot on a cannon next to a pile of cannonballs.

• Ceres, the Roman goddess of agriculture, is shown with a wreath of wheat and a cornucopia, symbolic of plenty.

• Flora, the Roman goddess of flowers and spring, gathers flowers in the foreground while the personification of Young America in a Phrygian cap holds the reins of the horses.

Surrounded by Stars

Clearly, this fresco was created with purpose. Why? And what’s with the ring of 72 stars surrounding the painting? According to esoteric beliefs, 72 demons that govern the nations have to be controlled in order for the worship of Osiris to be reestablished on Earth in “The Golden Age.”

You heard that correctly. Trump did not invent a new term for his inauguration speech delivered beneath the stars. Rather, it’s been a long held esoteric assertion that the Golden Age will come once the right charismatic “master shepherd” arrives to lead the sheeple.

Do the 72 stars surrounding the Apotheosis of Washington also represent the 72 conspirators that controlled Osiris’ life in the Egyptian myth? Why was the obelisk dedicated 72 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence?

This mystery (and others) are disclosed to the public on U.S. coinage and fiat currency. Ever notice that the Great Seal’s uncapped pyramid has 72 stones beneath the All Seeing Eye of Horus/Apollo?

Novus Ordo Seclorum

The motto on the bottom of the Great Seal, Novus Ordo Seclorum, speaks of a New World Order. This same phrase was subtly embroidered in white on the back of Elon’s white jacket. In case that wasn’t blatant enough, Musk also posted a picture of him and President Trump with a simple, three-word caption: Novus Ordo Seclorum.

It’s certainly not unusual to see this phrase associated with those in the political spectrum. Many U.S. Presidents (from Wilson to Roosevelt to Reagan to Carter to Bush to Bush) have used the esoteric term “New World Order” in their speeches. It seems to me, however, that this is becoming commonplace, dare I say mainstream.

Annuit Cœptis

If you ever wondered whether phrases like Annuit Cœptis and Novus Ordo Seclorum were associated with Freemasonry, look no further than the same U.S. dollar bill. Apply a bit of “sacred geometry” and the points spell out the word M-A-S-O-N.

To be clear, the “sacred geometry” identified on the dollar bill is directly tied to Baphomet; the inverted pentagram is the symbol of the perverted goat god. And now, the same man who showed up to a red carpet event as the “Devil’s Champion” with Baphomet emblazoned on his chest is running the U.S. Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE).

The U.S. State Department, U.S. Mint, and U.S. Treasury officially translate the 13-letter phrase Annuit Cœptis to mean "He [God] has favored our undertakings" (brackets in original). If you know what brackets […] signify in legal documents, then you may find it especially interesting that they are always included in the quote.

While the original Latin phrase does not explicitly state who (or what) is the subject of the sentence, the phrase can be traced to lines by the Roman poet Virgil in the Aeneid, book IX, line 635. “Iuppiter omnipotens, audacibus adnue coeptis” is a prayer by Ascanius which translates to "Jupiter Almighty, favour [my] bold undertakings."

For those unaware, the god mentioned on U.S. currency is—unfortunately—not referencing the God of the Bible. In God We Trust.

E Pluribus Unum

Just as there are 13 original colonies, 13 stripes on the flag, 13 steps on the pyramid leading up to the All Seeing Eye, 13 stars in the constellation of The Great Seal and 13 arrows clutched in the left talon of the eagle/phoenix, E Pluribus Unum is another common political motto with 13 letters.

This Latin phrase—meaning "out of many, one"—is not only found on the U.S. coinage and currency. The banner opposite George Washington in the Capitol Dome’s fresco reads “E Pluribus Unum.” This short phrase is, in fact, the entire point of “The Great Experiment”. Out of the many nations on earth, one must emerge supreme to usher in “The Golden Age” of the New World Order.

According to ancient esoteric lore, the New World Order will rise out of the ashes. That means something (or someone) must first be torn down.

The Capitol Crypt

Directly beneath the Capitol Rotunda where the swearing-in took place is a chamber known as the Capitol Crypt. If you watched the post-inauguration luncheon, this took place in the room adjacent The Capitol Crypt (known as Statutory Hall, the room with 13 statues overlooking lunch).

If you’ve ever visited the Capitol, the Capitol Crypt is the main thoroughfare underneath the dome where traffic merges. A marble compass was set into the floor of the chamber to mark out the four quadrants of the city. While rarely mentioned, the Capitol Crypt was designed—by the Freemasons—for an ominous fate.

Washington’s Tomb

It has long been said in ancient mystery schools dating back to a time well before Madame Blavatsky and Thelema that a U.S. President would be killed and brought back to life as America’s Osiris.

Supposedly designed to house the body of the first president, Washington’s Tomb has remained empty since its inception, awaiting the one who would receive a head wound and be miraculously healed 40 days later.

The Raising of Osiris

The 40-day directive is taken from Mackey’s Encyclopedia of Freemasonry regarding the Rising of Osiris Ceremony.

As the world mourns, the body will be placed in Washington’s Tomb of the Capitol Crypt, housed beneath the pregnant belly of the Capitol Rotunda. The Apotheosis will transform the deceased into god-like stature when he is raised from the dead.

Secrets of the Heredom

Did you know that during every U.S. Presidential inauguration, Freemasons are conducting mock ceremonies in the Scottish Rite 33rd Degree Temple in D.C.? Regardless of how outlandish this whole “conspiracy theory” may seem, masonic adepts continue to focus on raising Osiris in the womb of Isis.

The Raising of Osiris Ceremony is conducted about one mile directly north of the White House beneath the Magick 666 Square of Apollo/Horus. The full name of the House of the Temple is "The Supreme Council (Mother Council of the World) of the Inspectors General Knights Commander of the House of the Temple of Solomon of the Thirty-third degree of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry of the Southern Jurisdiction of the United States of America."

The point of this Magick is to usher in the return of Apollo, the final world Pharaoh. Do you know whose statue is in the lobby of Mar-a-Lago?

Belly of the Beast

The Capitol Dome is the impregnated “womb of Isis” as indicated by the Apotheosis painted on her underbelly. At some point, D.C. will give birth to the Beast.

Did that just happen?

No.

Before the birthing, an ushering in must first take place. We the people must be lulled into a hypnotic state where we blindly follow our fearless leader. What will that look like? I believe it will look very much like what we are seeing now: one man set up as the savior to take down corruption and usher in The Golden Age.

Knowledge of Evil will be torn down and replaced with Knowledge of Good.
What was the tree’s name that had forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden?

Wisdom of Serpents

As Jesus said in Matthew 10:16, He sent us out as sheep in the midst of wolves. We must be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves.

Are we witnessing the making of a god?

We must be awake, not woke. We must pay attention when a Man of Peace relocates the Presidential swearing-in ceremony to take place beneath the Apotheosis in the dome of Isis and accidentally forgets to put his hand on the Bible.

Perhaps an honest mistake. Or, more likely, perhaps intentional as #45/#47 (9/11) is about to disrupt the entire system and reestablish the Republic as #19.

More on that at the appropriate time…

Department of Government Efficiency

Someone sure seems confident about where we are going. The mainstream media loves Elon and his radical ideas on how to save money and establish Novus Ordo Seclorum (The New World Order).

Never mind that he is putting Brain Chips Interfaces in humans and building “green” cars using the most un-environmentally friendly practices. Never mind that he’s going to take humanity to Mars even though Stanley Kubrick and Buzz Aldrin said we never actually went to the moon. Never mind that he runs a company with the most unassuming name (Boring) that literally creates underground tunnels. Never mind that he dresses up as a goat-god pedophile superhero and has been disowned by family members for doing the same thing he is cracking down on, allegedly.

Never mind all that. He’s rich, and he’s doing a hell of a job with DOGE.

New World Order

When Elon Musk gave his post-inauguration salute, it immediately sparked controversy turning into an internet meme.

While I find this eerily similar to the man with the mini mustache who announced the “European New Order” just 84 years ago, who’s to say this isn’t just how autistic Elon says his heart goes out to the people?

Probably just a coincidence.

Now that we have examined the White Horse in the White House and what actually took place during THE INAUGURATION, we can begin to look at the topic of the Red Horse.

Today (the 24th day of the 11th month on the Biblical calendar) is the day the prophet Zechariah was given eight visions in a row! EIGHT VISIONS IN A ROW!

I wrote about “The Apotheosis of Trump” the day after the inauguration, and have been asking Abba when to share the post. When I learned Zechariah’s eight visions all came on one day, I knew I had the answer to my query. I will share today.

You see, Zechariah’s first vision (1 of 8) was about a RED HORSE! …and I have much to say about the coming Red Horse.

On the twenty-fourth day of the eleventh month … in the SECOND YEAR of Darius … the word of the Lord came to the prophet Zechariah … saying, “I saw in the night, and behold, a man riding on a red horse! … And I am exceedingly angry with the nations that are at ease; for while I was angry but a little, they furthered the disaster. Therefore, thus says the Lord, I have returned to Jerusalem with mercy. … My cities shall again overflow with prosperity, and the Lord will again comfort Zion and again choose Jerusalem.’”

Zechariah 1:7-17

Note that the prophet Zechariah’s first vision (1 of 8) involved a Red Horse, but notice that it took place in the SECOND YEAR of King Darius. In the book of Revelation, we know the Red Horse is symbolic of WAR.

As I have said, “War is Coming“.

I, too, was given a vision of the Red Horse. Mine came while traveling in Turkey and visiting the War Museum. If you have not watched this video, it’s quite compelling.

Having said that, if Zechariah’s Red-Horse-Vision can be interpreted as a modern blueprint, then be of good cheer, for the war will not take place until the second year of the king. King Trump was elected on November 5 (remember, remember the 5th of November) and inaugurated on January 20 (20/1). Biblically speaking, the reign of kings were counted starting during the Feast of Trumpets, so I don’t expect the 9-11 style event to occur until September 11, 2026 at the earliest; that’s the Day of Blasting (Yom Teruah) in 2026 on The Bible Calendar.

According to Zechariah, after the necessary Red Horse tears down complacency, we will see economic stimulus and peace come to Jerusalem.

…for a time.

Join me as we come alongside Zechariah and pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

As the coming chaos is intentionally riled up around you in the year ahead, remember that Yeshua slept through the storm. It did not phase Him. When His disciples woke Him from His slumber, He did not agree with their assessment of the storm.

Rather, He told the storm to be still.

Peace. Be still.

So join me as we speak into the coming storm.

The storm is coming, yet I tell you there is an palpable peace that can overtake you in the midst of it all—a peace that surpasses all understanding.

A Word from Turkey

Last year, when visiting the historical site of Myra in modern day Demre, Turkey (the home of the actual Saint Nicholas), I heard the audio guide speaking about the place in the ancient city where they stored grain. My mind immediately went back to an old teaching I shared about storing provision.

When Joseph knew calamity was coming, he stored grain.

If interested in the original word I heard about the importance of Daily Bread, you can watch that here. And if you want more instruction on ways to take action, you can watch this hour-long presentation that I shared at Mission City in San Antonio.

A more actionable task at the moment is to make sure your shelves are stocked. The word I carry is about having a six-month food supply, but if you don’t have anything, start somewhere. Today.

Here are a few resources that other ministries I know of have recommended:

• Numanna - high quality organic emergency food storage options

• Grid Down Chow Down - grass fed, freeze dried goodness, for all my meat lovers

  

  More that anything, be at peace. Shalom.

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This morning in prayer at Luke 4:18, I heard the Lord say “THIS IS THE TIME.”

That simple four-word phrase pulled up a song in my mind that I recorded in 2022, also at Luke 4:18 in Barb’s living room. That song was recorded at the same time that I was reassessing the original series of seven dreams from 2020.

While pondering these dreams, I received discernment about the first 4 of 7 dreams, so I created this video explaining the first four dreams from 2020 were about THE TIPPING POINT, tacked the new song onto the end of the word, and vaulted it away.

Will tomorrow be the fulfillment of the first 4 of 7 dreams?

Perhaps.

Probably not.

But, for reasons discussed here, I believe 2025 is the year we will see a one-day market move. A collapse followed by a dramatic spike in metals.

At the very least, this is the time for me to share these first four dreams.

Calm Before the Storm

Certainly, I am not the only one that feels there is something being planned prior to the transfer of power on 20/1. There is a battle going on in the spiritual realm and it’s about to be made manifest. Will it take place all at once? Or will we see a delay?

The Tipping Point

Since the very first time I heard the word about “THE TIPPING POINT”, I’ve been seeking discernment on the coming date. What I saw will happen. When?

A few dates stand out:

• January 20 (20/1)

• March 22 (3/22)

• April 1 (4/1)

• July 10 (7/10)

• October 7 (7/10)

• November 11 (11/11)

• December 21 (12/21) ← All eyes on the coming Winter Solstice

The 9/11 Style Event

In 2022, I was given another word about “A 9/11 STYLE EVENT.”

There was a time when I thought The Tipping Point was the same moment in time, yet I no longer believe this to be the case. The Tipping Point will come first (White Horse). We will see DJT make military might a priority, setting the stage for the coming war marked by a 9/11 style event (Red Horse), but not until “the second year of King Darius” (according to Zechariah).

Why share this now?

Not only did I hear the Lord say “THIS IS THE TIME” this morning, but tomorrow (1/10) is also the 10th of Tevet, a fasting day on the Biblical calendar. As such, I would like to formally invite you to join me on this fast commemorating the siege of Jerusalem by King Nebuchadnezzar which started in 425 BC (2 Kings 25:1-3).

Join the Fast

Every year, many of our Jewish brothers and sisters remember this day by fasting from sundown to sundown. I invite you to join them (and me) by fasting from sundown on Thursday evening to sundown on Friday and believing God for breakthrough.

This is the time! I am praying for a QUICK TURNAROUND.

We are at the precipice…

When we see the market tumble in a day—no matter how it may look on the surface—know that God revealed it in advance. When we see the manufactured market crash, buy into the market. That’s what my 2020 dreams were about.

This is advance notice giving time to prepare… whatever that looks like for you. Once it starts, it will turn around. Quickly.

• In 2020, the Lord gave me a series of 7 dreams.

• In 2022, the Lord gave me discernment about “The Tipping Point” being tied to the first 4 of 7 dreams.

• In 2024, a spiritual mother who sees clearly in the spirit told me that she saw something in her peripheral with the word “TRANSFER” on it. She wasn’t instructed to investigate, but said I would know about it. She told me this on the second Thursday in December (also in Barb’s living room at Luke 4:18), so on this second Thursday in January—precisely one month later—I am sharing.

• In 2025, the month of Tevet starts on December 21. What must take place before we understand the importance of The Bible Calendar?

THIS IS THE TIME

Song lyrics: Barbara Bucklin
Male Voice: Stephen Douglas Alexander
Female Voice: Ingrid Yolanda
Keys: Rachael Wilkins

Visit Luke 4:18

THE FIRST PART of this word was recorded in Austin, Texas after I returned home.

THE SECOND PART was recorded on Mar’s Hill in Athens, Greece just hours before boarding a flight to return home to Texas. I’ve been stewarding this word—along with many others that have been carefully vaulted away—until I am given instructions to release them to the nations.

3-2-1-WAR IS COMING!

Small Beginnings

I am continually reminded not to despise small beginnings.

The current readership of the AL3XAND3R blog is tiny with just over 100 followers. (I’m Gr8ful for each and every one of you!) That said, the Lord has shown me how quickly it will expand when He blows on it. I trust Him. I trust His timing.

If you find this update encouraging, consider sharing this video with one friend.

One year ago on Christmas morning, I was worshipping with David Omoti and Emmanuel Anderson and we were given a great gift: “For the Nations”.

Last Year in The Gambia

I had been in the smallest nation in Africa just over a month when I was called to gather intercessors and worship each morning with our first fruits. In addition to the incredible worship, many prophetic words were released from this most unassuming Church. While the Lord was speaking throughout these forty days of prayer and fasting, one morning was especially special.

CHRISTMAS MORNING came on the 8th day of our prayer and fasting and—honestly—I thought I might be alone. When I stepped into the sanctuary at 7:45 for our 8am gathering, however, David was already on the keys. Shortly after, Emmanuel joined us, and a song was birthed that shaped my travels for the next year.

I assumed in the moment that this was a song they sang regularly because both David and Emmanuel seemed to know all the words. After a two-hour worship set focused solely on this one song, we were all three drunk in the Spirit.

When I asked about the song “For the Nations”, I learned that God gave it to David that very morning.

I decided the song needed to be recorded! Professionally.

Thanks to generous support from readers like you, we met with swarms of hungry mosquitos in the small bedroom studio of a Nigerian producer named Pricha and recorded a series of David’s worship songs.

The songs recorded with David, Emmanuel and Pricha have lived on my phone for the past year serving as a daily soundtrack for my travels throughout the nations. David is one of the more humble humans on the planet (you can read more about his story here), and these songs belong to him. So… they will be released when he feels called to share them.

If you believe this is the time for David to share his songs with the nations, please leave him a comment and encourage him.

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Ultimately, these songs belong to the Lord. They are in His hands and will be released in God’s divine timing.

Back in Texas

Reverse culture shock is always a doozy, especially after thirteen months abroad. During the last year I traveled through nine nations: Gambia, Senegal, Guinea-Bissau, Guinea-Conakry, Turkey, Georgia, Armenia, Northern Macedonia and Greece.

The stark contrast between these nations and the consumerism of the United States cannot be overstated. We are truly being distracted by December.

Not everything is amiss.

I returned to learn that the famous Austin City Limits music hall in downtown Austin was hosting my dear friend, Kira Fontana, and a 30-piece orchestra for a candlelight Christmas concert. Hosting high worship in the center of downtown Austin at one of the most iconic Austin music venues is a momentary foreshadowing of what is to come: Austin will be the “Live Worship Capital of the World.”

The following week I found myself dancing in the aisle at another candlelight Christmas concert produced by another dear friend, Elizabeth Rose. The more remote setting in the Texas Hill Country was a pleasant reminder of why Texas has been set apart.

The Reason for the Season

For the first time in my life, I’ve taken time to really sit with Christmas and Hanukkah side-by-side and contemplate their meaning.

Perhaps it’s because these two holi-days are on the same day this year, or perhaps it’s because I cannot help but continue seeking truth. For whatever reason, my eyes were opened this year as to how these two winter festivals both point to Yeshua.

Of these two—Christmas and Hanukkah—you might suspect that Christmas is the easiest celebration to tie to Jesus. After all, He was born on this holy night, right?

No. For years, I’ve been the one lambasting others for celebrating the birth of Jesus on a day when He clearly wasn’t born. I refuse to teach people that this is the time of year when Jesus was born, because that’s simply NOT TRUE.

This year, I’ve seen the Light.

The true Light of Christmas came to me when investigating the other winter-time festival, Hanukkah.

Many of you know that I’m closely involved with Simka Foundation, a learning hub that is giving thousands of Christians a plan to deepen their relationship with the Lord and learn about His calendar, His people and His word.

While working alongside a first-century biblical scholar, it was brought to my attention that Jesus celebrated Hanukkah! WHAT?! I felt jipped.

Why had I never been taught this at Church or at any of the countless Christmas parties I’ve attended throughout my life. If this simple fact is indeed true, why had it been systematically skipped over my entire life?

Truth be told, I was skeptical at first. Sure, Jesus was Jewish, but did He really celebrate Hanukkah? How can we know for sure?

Turns out, the answer is in the Bible.

John 10 (one of my favorite chapters) records a simple statement that changed everything for me. We know that Jesus was in Jerusalem during the winter at the Festival of Dedication (John 10:22-23). So what?

I’ve skimmed over this verse so many times before. This year—on Christmas Day— when gathered around a table with five other believers, I learned that HaNukkah means “The Dedication”.

My mind was blown, but it doesn’t stop there. I’ve always been taught that the 400 years between the Old Testament and the New Testament were called “the silent years” because God wasn’t speaking. Hogwash.

The plight of the Jewish people was in full swing during this time. The story of Maccabees is a well documented historical account that was so meaningful that John mentions the festival that Jesus was celebrating.

My own speculation

Recently, I was reading through a book called The Quantum Case for God. Great book. As I was reading, I realized that God is light and Hanukkah is also often called the Festival of Lights.

We know that at the moment of conception, there is an actual spark of light. Perhaps, Yeshua was conceived during the Festival of Lights? This realization filled me with new joy for the season when the world is celebrating the birth of Jesus. His birth was possible because of the miracle of light that took place during this time of year!

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah!

I only spent one day in the “City of Veterans” last year. While there, I was given clear instruction to visit this building before I left town. I did not know this complex was a war museum until I entered the exhibit and heard the Lord tell me to get out my phone and record.

With the exception of a few security guards, I was alone inside. So… you get to walk through the museum with me and experience it as I did. This is a WARNING!!

WAR IS COMING.

This prophetic word was delivered on August 29, 2024 in Gaziantep, Turkey. You can learn more about my short, one-day stint in Gaziantep here.