I’m 74. I’ve lived long enough to see the cycle repeat more times than I can count. War, distraction, fear, collapse—all wrapped in a new flag or slogan every time. I’ve fought in wars, seen the blood, heard the cries, and carried ghosts home with me that never fully left. If you’ve never had to wash someone else’s blood off your hands, don’t lecture me about patriotism. You don’t know what it costs.
These days, I look around, and something feels wrong on a bone-deep level. Not just politically. Not just socially. The air feels wrong. The earth feels wrong. And I don’t say that lightly.
See, I’m not just some angry old man with opinions. I’m a spiritualist. A medium. I work with ancestors and spirit guides. I listen—not just to the noise around me, but to the quieter voices underneath. The ones most people have forgotten how to hear. And let me tell you, those voices are screaming.
The ancestors don’t lie. And what are they saying now? It’s not peace and light. It’s a warning. It’s sorrow. It’s rage. They’ve seen this before—empires collapsing under their own greed, people turned into fuel for machines they didn’t build. The spirits are restless. The veil is thin. The earth is trying to speak, but we’ve built so much noise around ourselves we can’t hear her.
And right now, the world is being run by what I call the Four Riders of the Modern Apocalypse: Trump, Putin, Netanyahu, and Xi Jinping.
They don’t serve people. They serve power. They’re not world leaders. They’re players in a rigged game, working the same strategy: divide, distract, dominate.
Trump is the loudest—he floods the room with nonsense so nobody can think straight. He doesn’t govern; he entertains. He lies so much people start giving up on the truth itself. And while everyone’s busy arguing over his latest tantrum, the real damage happens off-camera.
Putin? Cold, calculated, raised in a system that worships fear. He plays war like chess and doesn’t blink when pieces fall.
Netanyahu hides behind religion, fueling war and division to stay in power—even if it means dragging the U.S. into more bloodshed. He calls it defense. I call it what it is: manufactured chaos.
And Xi Jinping—the quietest but maybe the most dangerous. A master of control. The most advanced digital prison on Earth. One billion people watched, scored, filtered, and silenced.
These men aren’t enemies. They’re business partners. They bark in public and make deals in private. They know the real threat isn’t each other—it’s us, if we ever stopped falling for their tricks.
And while they ride high, the Earth is groaning. The weather’s off. The seasons are changing in ways they shouldn’t. The climate crisis isn’t coming—it’s here. But all the fear-mongering, all the political theater, is meant to distract you from that.
They don’t want you looking at the skies, the forests, or the oceans. Because then you’d see how badly they’ve failed. Or worse—how little they actually care. You’d start asking who’s profiting off disaster. And then the whole game might fall apart.
Remember what FDR said? “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Well, fear is now the product. Fear is how they sell you silence. Fear of immigrants. Fear of change. Fear of each other. Because people ruled by fear don’t organize. They obey. They shut up. They tune out.
And it works. Because most people are just trying to survive. Pay rent. Keep their kids fed. Not go insane. I don’t blame them. I feel it too.
But the ancestors are loud these days. They’re telling me—and anyone else who’s listening—that we’re at a breaking point. And it’s not just about climate or politics or one man in a red tie. It’s about soul rot. About forgetting who we are and what we’re connected to. The land. The spirit. Each other.
John Lennon said it right:
“The working-class people around the world don’t have an innate desire to go to war with each other. They have to be conned into it by the sociopaths who will profit from it.”
That line sticks with me. I’ve lived it. I’ve fought against other poor kids wearing different uniforms for reasons none of us really understood. I saw through the lie too late. I won’t stay quiet now.
Now I’m watching it all happen again—just with fancier tech and better branding. And I’ll be honest with you: sometimes I’m scared to even write this. I think about crossing into the U.S., wondering if someone will pull me aside because of the words I’ve posted. That’s where we’re at. Where telling the truth feels like a liability. But silence is worse. Silence is how we die slow.
So this is me not being silent.
The Four Riders won’t save us. They’ll burn it all down and call it progress. They’ll keep feeding on division while the world sinks.
But something’s rising too. Not from the governments. Not from the billionaires. From the bones. From the ground. From the broken hearts of people who are tired of being used. From the whispers of the ancestors who have seen this all before and know how it ends—and how it can be stopped.
If you’ve read this far, and you feel that flicker in your chest—you’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re just waking up.
And maybe that’s where something new begins. Can we rise like the Phoenix?