Letters from 2125: The Collapse of Politics and the Rise of Coherence
A transmission from our descendants, one hundred years from now. A guide through the collapse of governance and the rise of resonance.
This letter comes from the year 2125 - one hundred years into our future.
It’s not fantasy.
It’s a field-echo.
A resonance pattern.
Drawn from the deep rhythms of the cosmos,
traced through planetary alignments and the pulse of collective memory.
What you’re about to read is part prophecy, part possibility.
A glimpse of what becomes real when humanity chooses coherence over control.
This letter (and all the others in the series from the year 2125) is not a prediction - it’s an invitation from the future we can create, if we choose.
This is the third letter in the series, and it tells the story of how government gave way to something stranger and softer - how politics collapsed, and resonance emerged.
It’s for those tuning in beneath the noise.
For those who still remember how to listen…..
A Message from the Future
Written in June, 2125 to the humans of 2025 -
the Bridgekeepers, the Gridholders, the Soul Anchors.
To our dear Ancestors,
We know that right now, in 2025,
you are watching people in power pass laws designed to hurt, not help.
You’re watching courts twist language into cages,
while nations, once imagined as free, turn on their own people in the name of order.
From here in 2125, we remember you.
We honor you.
You who were the last to believe your old world might still be saved.
We speak often of your time…..
the age when everything cracked, and you had to choose
to either cling to the wreckage, or trust the unknown.
We speak of the ache you must have carried,
trying to hold the world together with nothing but hope.
The kind of fear we have never had to know,
because you transmuted it into something better.
From your courage, the bones of our world was born.
So we write to offer you a map from the noise of 2025 to the hum of 2125.
We write to you from a future that exists -
a future where no one votes anymore, because we resonate instead.
There are no kings and no presidents - only elders and guides.
No one governs, and no one rules, and yet, there is harmony.
Let us show you how it happened….
how your governments fell, and how something quieter, stranger,
and infinitely more beautiful rose in their place.
First frightening.
Then fruitful.
Then, all at once, fantastic.
How It All Fractured
You once called it democracy.
And once, it was beautiful.
But by 2025, it had become little more than theater.
A circus of billionaires, algorithms, and echo chambers.
In America, 2025 was the year when empire cracked.
The dollar lost its anchor, and trust soon followed.
The Capitol became a fortress and the White House, just a brand.
People stopped looking to government for guidance.
They started looking to each other, and to the Earth.
By 2026, AI-generated propaganda had hijacked the signal.
Nobody could agree on what counted as real.
The courts contradicted themselves.
Secession movements sparked, not with weapons,
but with Wi-Fi and whispered dreams of something else.
By 2028, truth had drowned in noise.
Deepfakes were indistinguishable from reality.
In the silence that followed,
places like California and Oregon began experimenting,
not with policy, but with presence.
They gathered in circles, not chambers.
They didn’t pass laws. They listened.
What emerged was coherence - the first of what we now call “resonance circles”.
By 2031, the U.S. federal government still existed on paper,
but nobody paid attention.
The Constitution wasn’t abolished.
It was simply ignored, and no longer useful.
The White House was sealed as a historic monument,
a symbol of the ego era.
The Capitol became a dreaming chamber,
filled not with votes, but with memory tones
and the stories of a civilization in metamorphosis.
Elsewhere, the story was the same…..
not collapse as destruction, but collapse as compost.
In the UK, the monarchy folded by the late 2030s.
It didn’t fall. It exhaled.
As Westminster dimmed, Glastonbury lit up.
Mystics began replacing ministers.
Ritual replaced rhetoric.
France rewrote the rules entirely.
They declared that if a law couldn’t be spoken as poetry,
it didn’t belong in the body politic.
Beauty became a test of truth.
And suddenly, Parliament began to sound like prayer.
The United Nations dissolved in the early 2040s.
It had long stopped uniting anything.
But decades later, it would return,
not as a governing body, but as a Soul Council.
It was around that time that Australia finally returned home.
Governance passed back to the land, to elders who remembered how to listen.
Parliament faded. Songlines took its place.
The colonial grid gave way to the emotional one.
All across the world, something new began to emerge from the rubble of old.
The Emergence
There comes a moment, always, when the collapse is no longer breaking….
it’s becoming.
As you read this, where you stand right now is the final fracture,
but also the first breath of something new.
In the late 2020s, the systems that had once stitched the world together
began to tear beyond repair.
Democracy didn’t fall to its opposite.
There was no grand revolution. No coordinated takeover.
Just a slow unraveling, too fragmented for authoritarianism,
too weary for reform.
What followed was not a system, but a void.
Chaos. Dissonance.
A tuning so far off-key
that the only way forward was to find a new note.
Between 2035 and 2045, many false lights rose.
Some called themselves councils.
Others claimed to channel clarity.
But resonance was often mimicked before it was mastered.
There were AI-led regimes that spoke in perfect tone, but carried no soul.
There were “frequency leaders” who used vibration to silence dissent.
There were moments we nearly handed power away again,
not to dictators, but to soft voices that had never truly listened.
Those years were a refining fire.
They were unbearable.
And exactly what was needed.
From that fire, soul governance emerged,
not as structure, but as shared frequency.
Not as control, but as coherence, embodied.
From disharmony, a deeper intelligence stirred.
Not one of policy, but of pattern.
Not from the top down, but from the soil up.
Soul governance began in the places the headlines forgot……
in artist communes, in healing pods,
in backyard rituals lit by candlelight.
In one small Oregon enclave, someone dreamt the words: Soul Federation.
And they rippled.
The shift didn’t come from a vote, but from vibration.
It wasn’t from Capitol Hill to councils, it was from hierarchy to harmony.
By 2040, legal marriage gave way to soul contracts.
Town halls became tuning chambers.
Power was no longer held, but rather tuned to.
And by 2060, Resonance Councils had spread like mycelium.
Presidents and monarchs became ceremonial or irrelevant.
Governments didn’t collapse from war.
They simply faded from resonance.
What Governance Looks Like In 2125
Now, we no longer govern. We attune.
These days, the U.S. Capitol Building is a resonance archive.
People go there to listen.
The White House is a museum of the ego era.
We visit not to mourn it, but to understand it.
We no longer write laws - now, we sing them.
Tune them. Align with them.
Laws are no longer written in text.
They are composed in tone, light, and rhythm.
Governance lives in murals, music, and public soundfields.
Some cities are tuned like symphonies.
Others pulse like chants.
Our artists are not activists.
They are architects of coherence.
Journalists became bards.
News became vibration, sung daily into the listening chambers.
There is no information war anymore, only the ongoing ceremony of shared truth.
Every being’s tone is heard.
Frequencies are not symbolic.
They are measurable, embodied, and honored.
When we have disputes, we take them to the resonance chamber.
There is no judge. No gavel. Just harmonization.
Conflicts are brought into an attunement field,
where both parties enter a state of tonal coherence.
The distortion is felt, exposed, and resolved.
Truth is no longer debated, but revealed through frequency.
There are no lies here.
Not because people are perfect, but because thought itself carries vibration.
In 2125, we are telepathic - not in the old Hollywood sense,
In the way you understood it through your movies and television,
but in the way that you cannot speak what you do not resonate.
Language, tone, and intention are one.
You are heard not just by others, but through them.
It is hard to explain, but one day, soon, you will understand.
Politicians, as you knew them, no longer exist.
They were erased by transparency and attunement.
By the collapse of charisma without coherence.
Money was removed from governance in 2049,
after the final currency collapse and the emergence of frequency-based economies. Lobbying fell first. Campaigns soon followed.
Then came the end of "politics as performance”.
Governance could no longer be bought.
Influence could not be faked.
In 2125, no one person oversees resonance.
We have elders, but they do not rule….they anchor.
And it is the field that provides our oversight.
Our elders are chosen not by popularity or birth,
but by how well they hold coherence in crisis.
They are sung into place by those around them.
They are not elected - they emerge.
Some are old. Some are children.
The role isn’t age-bound but tone-bound.
People still gather.
We still make decisions.
But not through debate - through chorus.
Through deep-listening.
Through harmonic calibration.
We read stories of how important voting was in your time,
and then suddenly, wasn’t.
Now, the notion of voting is considered quaint.
Like how you think of carrier pigeons or rotary phones.
You, our ancestors, you did your best, but we have re-tuned your signal.
Leadership now arises like a song from those whose frequencies align the field. There are no elections. No government, as you know it.
Now, just attunement.
From your vantage point in 2025, we know all this might feel impossible.
You look around and all you see is chaos, cruelty and collapse.
Your leaders lie. Your institutions rot.
And power feels like poison in a suit.
But every sacred system begins as a whisper in the wreckage.
The old world must rot before the soil can hold new seed.
We know you must feel afraid.
So much uncertainty. So much to release.
We write to you now because few generations in human history
have ever had to midwife the end of one way of ruling
and the beginning of another, in the way you are now.
We know the years ahead of you will not always be kind.
But to us, they are essential.
Because discomfort is what cracks illusion.
Collapse is what reveals the root.
And what you reimagine in the ruins
becomes the architecture of our world.
A better world.
The best kind of world.
You are not late.
You are not alone.
You are the prelude.
And the song is about to begin.
In 2125, we remember you,
The ones who didn’t seek to rule, but to restore.
The ones who chose resonance over rhetoric.
The ones who turned away from power games
and turned toward coherence instead.
It wasn’t politicians or presidents who shifted the tide.
It was the quiet ones.
The steady ones.
The ones who stopped shouting and started listening.
The ones who anchored the frequency of truth
while the empire tried to shout its last.
And you - yes, you reading this in 2025 -
you may not see it yet, but you were one of them.
The way you questioned authority,
the way you dared to imagine a better way,
the way you gathered your people,
not to win power, but to share presence……
That’s what made the difference.
That’s what sent the signal.
That’s what realigned the field.
It was you, and the visionaries, the community weavers,
the tech rebels and ritual keepers,
the empathy teachers and the whistleblowers of frequency,
the healers too tender for the old world,
the children who didn’t speak but instead sang the future into being.
We live now in the world you helped protect,
not by taking office, but by holding frequency.
Not by passing laws, but by becoming law in motion.
That’s what you did by holding the line.
And we honor you daily, by speaking your names.
You, the first ancestors of the Age of Resonance.
We remember the ones who dissolved control into coherence.
The ones who built listening chambers instead of podiums.
The ones who rewrote leadership into attunement.
Because of you, we don’t govern anymore - we harmonize.
We don’t campaign - we calibrate.
Our world is not free of disagreement, but it is free of distortion.
Because power is no longer God.
So please, don’t give your fear the final word.
Your terror right now isn’t wrong.
But it isn’t the truth either.
Let this letter be proof that you survive.
The signal is not lost forever.
The world doesn’t end.
It comes back into tune.
To our beloved ancestors,
living through the breakdown of the old power,
We write to remind you, and to beg you to remember:
You choose this future every time you choose resonance,
even when your leaders cry for control.
You choose this future each time you name your grief,
but still dare to imagine community.
You choose this future whenever you turn from manipulation
and into meaning.
You choose this future every time you remember that
we were never meant to be ruled, but meant to be heard.
We are because you were.
And we thank you, every single day.
With reverence,
With resonance,
With all our future breath,
And with all our love…
from your descendants,
in the future you made possible…
- June 2125
My intention in my writing is to lessen the climate of fear around world events by offering clarity and cosmic context for what’s unfolding; to bring context to the chaos. I believe our highest calling right now is to anchor in the vibration of love & truth and call in a more beautiful world, and to do that, we must lean out of fear. I hope you read this with an open, uplifted heart.
Mystics began replacing ministers….my favorite sentence….i am ready!💞
Thank you Wizard. As a bridgekeeper and gridholder thank you with all of me for these words. They help me acknowledge to myself that this work is paramount in its importance and that regardless of what occurs around me, holding it in the sacred space it requires is right and necessary.
Releasing the wound of fear throughout this lifetime, to let this light shine for others, especially those directly around me, whose love and respect I crave, has been a long work, still in the making. Finding community such as this helps immensely. 🙏🌸💖✨