Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: Murder at Sea, Panic in Washington & the Failing Frequency of Fear
War Crimes, Witch Hunts & the Walls Closing In: The Week That Was November 30-December 6, 2025
This week unfolded like a truth tsunami - a roaring surge of revelations, collapses, and long-suppressed reality breaking through the surface, turning the unspoken into headlines and the obvious into evidence.
This week’s Gemini Full Moon promised revelation, and it delivered. The week opened with accusations of murder on the high seas after reports emerged alleging that Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth committed a war crime back in September by blasting a boat and its occupants out of the water in the Caribbean. The vessel wasn’t headed for the United States, wasn’t presenting a threat, and even after the first strike left shipwrecked survivors in the water, Hegseth still allegedly gave the illegal order to “kill them all.”
Hegseth responded with the maturity and solemnity befitting a man accused of mass murder: he posted a meme of the children’s character Franklin the Turtle draped in American flag patches, firing a bazooka from a helicopter at a boat, all styled like a real Franklin book cover, titled “Franklin Targets Narco Terrorists.” Hegseth added the caption: “For your Christmas wish list.”
Naturally, this went over like a lead balloon strapped to a cinderblock, so the White House first declared the accusations false and insisted the second strike never happened, then Trump cracked the door open to tossing Hegseth overboard, saying he would not have wanted a follow-up strike, only for the White House to then about-face and confirm the second strike did in-fact happen, but blamed Admiral Bradley, claiming this decorated commander spontaneously decided to commit a textbook war crime on his own - while the entire operation was being recorded and while Hegseth was watching - upon which the administration did not admonish him but rather proceeded to blow another 20 boats out of the water in the months that followed. Totally believable.
The right-wing rage machine swung immediately into action to defend the indefensible, with Megyn Kelly declaring she wanted the men blown up in the boat strikes to “suffer,” that she wanted it to “last a long time” so they “lose a limb and bleed out.” Meanwhile, Venezuela formally submitted a letter to OPEC accusing the United States of attempting to seize its oil reserves through military force, and the family of one of the men killed in the Caribbean killing spree filed a human rights complaint against the Trump administration.
Sensing the political danger (and watching his approval rating slide to 36%), Trump went into a full-blown late-night meltdown, posting more than 150 times in an hour on social media - at least two posts per minute - a firehose of conspiracy theories, rage, and unhinged rambling. The next morning he turned up for a televised cabinet meeting looking disheveled, exhausted, and sporting bandaids across the back of a swollen hand, proudly declaring he was the only president ever to take a cognitive test as his sycophants praised him, and he struggled to stay awake.
While Dozey Donald fought to keep his eyelids open, Kristi Noem gushed that he had miraculously kept all the hurricanes away during hurricane season and then credited him with “saving hundreds of millions of lives with the cocaine you’ve blown up in the Caribbean.” Minutes later, drug-buster Trump jolted awake just long enough to - inexplicably - thank Colombia for manufacturing cocaine and sending it to the United States, call Vice President JD Vance incompetent, randomly attack Somalia, saying “Their country is no good for a reason. Their country stinks,” before turning his fire on Somali-born Congresswoman Ilhan Omar, calling her “garbage” and saying she and her friends should “go back to where they came from.”
Trump then drifted back into an extended doze as Secretary of State Marco Rubio passionately insisted that Trump was the only person in the world who could end the war in Ukraine (if only he could stay conscious long enough to do it.) Meanwhile, Pete Hegseth - seated behind a nameplate ominously misspelling his title as “SSECRETARY OF WAR” - launched a new defense of the Caribbean bombing, blaming the “fog of war” and claiming he hadn’t personally seen the second strike that killed the two survivors, explaining he had to leave early for another meeting that was apparently more pressing than the mass murder unfolding on screen.
But within hours, footage resurfaced of Hegseth on Fox News the day after the bombing proudly announcing that he had watched the entire operation live. By end of week, the dam really burst when reports emerged that Admiral Bradley told lawmakers in a private briefing on Capitol Hill that U.S. intelligence had pre-identified all eleven men on the skiff and placed them on an internal “military target list,” and Hegseth’s orders were clear: kill everyone on that list and destroy the vessel. In other words, the strike was carried out because the administration said it knew exactly who these men were before the boat ever left the shoreline, yet the administration has still produced no names, no evidence, no cartel links, nothing. Hegseth’s “fog of war” defense wasn’t a contradiction; it was camouflage for a pre-approved kill list.
Bradley’s testimony implies he may have acted on false information fed to him by Hegseth - a kill list with no proof behind it. While George Will noted, accurately, that “Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth seems to be a war criminal. Without a war,” things somehow managed to get worse. The Pentagon Inspector General’s report on Hegseth’s use of Signal dropped, revealing he wasn’t just using the app - he was pushing live, classified strike plans into a group chat, down to the exact minute the bombs would drop, a breach the report said put U.S. troops at risk. Hegseth claimed he “declassified” the material in the moment, but the Inspector General found no proof, no paperwork, and no legal basis for the claim. To top it off, Hegseth refused an interview for the Signalgate investigation and would not turn over his phone, according to sources.
Despite being credibly accused of murder on the high seas, Hegseth then proudly announced he’d blown yet another boat out of the water - this time in the Eastern Pacific - again alleging drug smugglers, again providing no proof whatsoever. Meanwhile, Trump - clearly committed to stopping the flow of drugs into America - issued a full pardon to Juan Orlando Hernandez, the former president of Honduras, who had been extradited, tried, convicted, and sentenced to 45 years for conspiring to traffic massive quantities of cocaine into the United States.
It all makes perfect sense, but only if you stand on your head.
Preoccupied with the task of both stopping AND aiding the flow of drugs into America, Trump dispatched his very best negotiators - his son-in-law, Jared Kushner, and his golf buddy, Steve Witkoff - to Russia to meet with Putin and hash out a Ukraine ceasefire. After five hours, the pair emerged empty-handed - shocking absolutely no one - and within days European leaders were privately warning Ukrainian President Zelenskyy not to trust whatever deal Washington was cooking up. According to leaked accounts, Macron and others cautioned that the U.S. might “betray” Ukraine on territory without firm security guarantees, a diplomatic red flag so large it could be seen from space.
Still sulking after being snubbed by the Nobel Peace Prize committee, the administration soothed the president’s ego by adding his name to the building signage at the U.S. Institute of Peace, effectively renaming it the Donald J. Trump Institute of Peace. Then Trump turned up at a FIFA event to accept a peace prize they invented just for him - which he grabbed with both hands and yanked over his head like a petulant schoolboy - while across the sea in Berlin, former President Biden was being awarded Germany’s highest honor - a real award - the Grand Cross of the Order of Merit.
Trump also appeared at a peace summit to announce the end of the war between Rwanda and Congo - two countries he likely couldn’t locate on a map if his life depended on it. Mispronouncing the names of both leaders, he proudly declared, “They’ve spent a lot of time killing each other, and now they’re gonna spend a lot of time hugging, holding hands and taking advantage of the United States economically like every other country does.” Then he promptly fell asleep, and kept falling asleep at almost every event he attended as the week went on.
On the rare occasions Trump remained awake and upright, he was visibly being propped up by Melania - or the Melania-shaped body double wearing dark sunglasses even in the dead of night. Responding to the president’s increasingly frail condition - after Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt confirmed Trump had recently undergone a “preventative” MRI scan, whatever that means - reporters asked which part of his body was scanned. Trump replied that he had no idea, but assured them it wasn’t the brain and that the MRI was “perfect,” just like the perfect phone call he was impeached for. It sounds made up, but it is exactly what he said.
Meanwhile, Trump’s long-running attempt to criminally charge his sworn enemy New York Attorney General Letitia James collapsed, yet again, after a judge threw out his first attempt on the grounds that the prosecutor had been unlawfully appointed, the Department of Justice tried a second time - and this week, a federal grand jury refused to indict her, deepening accusations that the entire effort was a political stunt designed to punish her for doing her job (and successfully indicting and convicting the president).
Then came reports that FBI Director Kash Patel ordered seasoned FBI agents to abandon their security assignments and chauffeur his girlfriend’s friends home when they were drunk, while U.S. Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem admitted she personally authorized deportation flights of Venezuelan detainees to El Salvador in March, despite a federal judge’s explicit order to halt and return those flights.
FOIA releases uncovered that just one day after Dan Bongino became FBI Deputy Director, he was quietly inserted into internal discussions on how the Epstein files would be edited and redacted. The so-called “Special Redaction Project” triggered a frantic, round-the-clock effort inside the Bureau, with staff logging heavy overtime to scrub the files before they ever saw daylight - and the government still refuses to explain why a political appointee with no operational role was placed inside the most sensitive redaction process the FBI has undertaken in years.
Costco filed a lawsuit against Trump seeking a refund on the money they’ve paid in tariffs, while the White House rolled out a “Media Offender of the Week” webpage - a public shaming board targeting journalists and outlets it claims are “biased,” “misleading,” or “false,” which in Trumpworld is simply code for reporters who told the truth.
The architect Trump hired to build his new White House ballroom effectively jumped ship this week as the project spiralled into an engineering and security nightmare, leaving Trump with a gaping hole where the East Wing used to be and no realistic plan for finishing it any time soon. When asked why JPMorgan Chase declined to join the long list of businesses helping fund Trump’s ballroom project, CEO Jamie Dimon replied, “We have to be very careful how anything is perceived, and also how the next DOJ is going to deal with it.” A polite, corporate way of saying they can see where this is heading, and they’re not hitching their wagon to a collapsing star.
Trump declared that all of former President Biden’s pardons were now “invalid,” despite the small constitutional detail that presidents cannot revoke their predecessors’ pardons. Meanwhile, soon-to-retire Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene told 60 Minutes that Trump was furious she supported releasing the Epstein files, warning her it was “going to hurt people,” and rumors spread that Representative Nancy Mace may now considering following her out the door, threatening the GOP’s already wafer-thin House majority.
Newly sworn-in Representative Adelita Grijalva was pepper-sprayed by ICE agents after confronting them at a restaurant where they were taking people without due process. Sabrina Carpenter erupted at the administration for using one of her songs in a video promoting ICE raids, after which they eventually removed the song, and then posted a second video using footage of Carpenter on SNL, edited to make it look like she was endorsing immigrant arrests.
Senator Chuck Schumer reported multiple bomb threats emailed to his New York offices with the subject line “MAGA,” at the same time FBI agents raided the Virginia home of Brian Cole - a Trump supporter who embraced Trump’s election conspiracies - and arrested him as the man allegedly responsible for the January 6 pipe-bomb.
RFK Jr. began rolling back U.S. vaccine policy this week, with his advisory panel voting to end the universal Hepatitis B shot at birth and shifting it to a “parents decide” model that public-health experts warn could reverse decades of progress. The Supreme Court overturned a lower court ruling and cleared Texas to use its Trump-backed gerrymandered maps in 2026. The EU fined Elon Musk’s X $140 million for a blue-check scam regulators said blurred truth and impersonation - a fitting penalty for a platform now overrun by bots and confusion. And in California, there was a mass shooting at a children’s birthday party at an ice cream shop.
Netflix ended the streaming wars with an $83 billion knockout punch, purchasing Warner Bros., HBO, and the entire DC Universe - meaning Batman, Harry Potter, and Game of Thrones are all moving to Netflix - and the International Atomic Energy Agency issued a critical safety warning for Chernobyl, saying that its protective dome, damaged by a Russian strike earlier this year, has “lost its primary safety functions” and can no longer reliably contain radiation. Not concerning at all….
Spain, Ireland, the Netherlands, and Slovenia announced they will not participate in Eurovision 2026 after a vote confirmed Israel as a participant. A Vatican study commission concluded that women cannot be ordained as deacons. And just when you thought your nervous system couldn’t take another headline, Pantone declared the Color of the Year is white. Because of course it did.
And then, as the week drew to a close, the White House quietly released its new National Security Strategy - a document so drenched in white-nationalist nostalgia it might as well have been titled Make 1930 Great Again. Dubbed NSC-88 by observers (a number white supremacists use to reference Hitler), the NSS formally abandons the post–WWII order, pivots away from Europe, downplays Russia as a threat, and rebrands U.S. foreign policy as a “civilizational” project rooted in “spiritual restoration,” “traditional families,” and a new “Trump Corollary” to the Monroe Doctrine that reads less like strategy and more like an American empire shopping list for Latin America.
In one stroke, the administration declared the West dead, NATO optional, Russia misunderstood, migration existential, climate science a hoax, and U.S. business interests the new face of diplomacy. National security specialist Anne Applebaum called it “a propaganda document…..performative suicide.” Europe called it the end of the transatlantic alliance. And taken together with boat bombings and illegal diplomacy, it’s clear that this isn’t foreign policy, but rather a worldview in collapse trying to drag the world back into the dark with it.
This week’s Gemini Full Moon promised revelation, and it certainly delivered.
It told us to expect narratives to split open, institutions to fail at containing the leaks, and a truth the country has avoided for years to suddenly become undeniable, and the Moon did exactly that. It struck Trump’s chart at full voltage - not in a way that wipes him out instantly, but in the way that begins the end: through exposure, destabilisation, and consequences he can no longer outrun. Revelation doesn’t remove power; it removes plausible deniability, and that’s what this Full Moon stripped away.
Collapsing regimes always go louder before they go down. They mythologise themselves. They rewrite history. They invoke “civilisation,” promise a “new golden age,” blame outsiders, and cast themselves as the chosen survivors of a moral battlefield. This is end-stage authoritarian delusion, and once it’s written down - in national strategy, no less - the world can no longer pretend it’s a phase.
This week’s Full Moon didn’t just reveal the end of Trumpism but also the end of the American-led world order, and in many ways, the end of the United States as we’ve always known her. This is the truth everyone has been avoiding, hoping silence would delay it, but under this week’s Moon, it became unavoidable.
This week brought the revelation.
Next comes the fracture.
And from there, we simply watch gravity do its work.
America is collapsing right now because the frequency of fear it was built on is going offline, and a nation that has been shaped, fed, and driven by fear for centuries simply doesn’t know how to do anything else when the power goes out, so it just tries to pump out more fear. That’s what this week was: a dying frequency thrashing, posturing, killing, threatening, mythologising itself in real time. The murders at sea weren’t an isolated atrocity; they were the clearest expression of the world’s oldest wound - heartlessness as a survival strategy. And the NSS wasn’t a policy document; it was an empire trying to scream louder than its own decline.
To make sense of this moment, we have to look beneath the headlines and listen for what’s actually beating underneath them - the sound of a fear-built world trying to hold shape in a moment when the universe has already decided that frequency is over. If you want to understand what’s happening right now, and how not to lose your footing while the ground rearranges itself beneath you, then read on, dear friend.
Let’s make some meaning out of the madness and chart the way forward.
**The cosmic insights shared here are mapped to the real movements of the heavens during the past week. If you want to know more about planetary pattern recognition, read about it here**
How To Commit a War Crime
It was a bright, indifferent morning on September 2, 2025, when eleven men gathered on a beach in Venezuela - 1,700 miles from the southernmost tip of the United States - allegedly hired to run a small boat a few hundred miles up the coast toward Trinidad.
These were not cartel lieutenants or terrorist masterminds, but laborers, opportunists, small-time couriers - the kind of men who take whatever work comes because there is no other work. Not recruited, not conscripted, not initiated into some disciplined paramilitary force; just men hired the way workers are hired to load trucks, haul crates, or run errands.
It’s not clear what was in the boat they were paid to man that day. The men themselves may not have known. That’s how the Caribbean drug trade works: a man offers cash on a shoreline, points to a skiff with an outboard motor, promises the job is simple - a short run, a few hours, home by nightfall.
You don’t need training to sit in a skiff and steer, or ideology or criminal intent to accept a day’s wage - just poverty, desperation, or bad judgment; the human conditions that make the drug economy possible in the first place.
The boat they boarded was the sort of thing you’d see on a quiet lake in Vermont or the flats of South Carolina - an open skiff, with no cabin, no below-deck, no room for sophisticated equipment, no radar, no weapons lockers, no hardened hull. A vessel designed for water-skiing and family fishing outings, not surveillance, not smuggling, and certainly not war.
As those men boarded the small boat - late daylight, blue Caribbean water glittering behind them - nothing about the moment suggested that by nightfall they would be dead, or that their deaths would detonate a political and legal crisis in Washington. None of them knew that far above, far outside their world, man powerful eyes were already watching.
Somewhere overhead, a drone whirred through the silent sky.
Somewhere stateside, a command center probed their every move.
Somewhere in Washington, a decision was already made.
In a secure room thousands of miles away, the boat appeared only as pixels - a gray smudge on a glowing screen, a moving coordinate edging north through the sea. The people in that room had spent their careers studying feeds like this: insurgents crossing a ridge, militants burying an IED, ISIS convoys slipping through the desert night. They knew what real danger looked like.
This wasn’t that.
These were shirtless men in an open boat, shifting their weight as the waves carried them. No sign of weaponry and no visible radio. Nothing resembling military capability. And yet, according to reporting in The Washington Post, two individuals with direct knowledge of the operation say a verbal directive had already been issued by Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth - “Kill them all.”
That order - disputed by Hegseth, but described by sources inside the operation -would have flowed downward to the man overseeing the mission, Admiral Frank M. Bradley, the commander of U.S. Joint Special Operations Command, monitoring the strike remotely from Fort Bragg. According to reporting, Bradley had been informed that U.S. intelligence had pre-identified all eleven men on the skiff and placed them on an internal “military target list.” In other words, he believed he wasn’t watching unknown fishermen; he was watching pre-approved targets whose identities had supposedly been confirmed before the strike even began - despite the fact that, to this day, the administration has produced no evidence it knew then, or knows now, who those men were.
The missile left its launcher with a scream, cutting across the sky faster than sound, faster than comprehension. On the drone feed, the boat became a white flash, then a roiling bloom of fire. The explosion engulfed the skiff from bow to stern, turning aluminum and fiberglass into shrapnel, turning the water around it into a boiling halo. Nine men died instantly - burned, broken, thrown into the sea before they knew anything was happening.
The feed shook, then steadied.
The fireball swelled, then thinned.
And when the smoke cleared, the boat was gone.
The ordnance that had been used was enormous - a munition designed for hardened military targets, not for a fishing boat. The strike didn’t just disable the vessel - it completely incinerated it - but unbelievably, two men were left floating in the water, alive, but barely, clinging to scattered debris, burned, battered, but unmistakably conscious. Blown clear of the boat by the blast, they had survived by luck, or physics, or fate.
They had no weapons and no tools of any kind. No capacity for anything resembling hostilities. They were two shipwrecked men struggling to stay above water, two dark specks against an endless blue, vulnerable in the most absolute way a human being can be. They weren’t swimming, because they couldn’t. They weren’t fleeing, because there was nowhere to go. They weren’t fighting, because there was nothing to fight with. They were simply alive, and trying not to stop being alive.
In the Pentagon’s Law of War Manual - the document every U.S. officer is trained on - it is clearly laid out that firing upon shipwrecked persons is illegal. These two men were exactly that: shipwrecked, defenseless, incapacitated. Under the law, they were protected persons, but under the directive, they were something else.
In the drone feed, the survivors drifted. As Washington watched on, minutes passed. Then an hour. Then more. No weapons appeared, no radio crackled to life. No boat approached. No threat emerged. There was only the open water and two men trying not to slip beneath it.
From the observation rooms to the command center to the drone station, everyone watching knew what the rules said - not as theory, but as a verbatim, printed-in-the-manual line.
It is a crime to kill the shipwrecked.
A battlefield officer doesn’t need a law degree to understand what he is looking at when unarmed men are floating in the water. Every person in that chain had been trained on the same rules, the same manual, the same bright red lines you do not cross. But pressure flows downward, and orders echo. Authority warps judgment, and rules only matter when the people in charge believe in them, and on September 2, the people in charge believed in something else.
Somewhere between the drone feed and the trigger, the question stopped being “What does the law say?” and became “What does command want done?”
The official justification that eventually emerged - days later, under scrutiny - was that the survivors were still “legitimate targets,” because in theory, they might have been able to call someone for extraction. A claim that would have been comical if it weren’t lethal: two men floating in the ocean with no radio, no equipment, no ability to call anyone, in a boat that no longer existed. But Admiral Bradley had been led to believe the men were still targets because they were on the list. In his telling, their mere survival meant the mission wasn’t complete, and that rationale, or something roughly shaped like it, was treated as enough.
The order came.
The second missile launched.
On the drone feed, the sea erupted again - a sharp, blooming concussion of white light against blue water, followed by a plume of steam and debris. The explosion didn’t hit a vessel this time, but the water itself, where the men were struggling to stay afloat. It hit their bodies and tore through them with the same military-grade ferocity that had obliterated the boat.
When the spray settled and the camera regained clarity, there were no more survivors. The ocean was flat again and the evidence was gone. And the United States had broken a rule it had written, codified, taught, enforced, and prosecuted for generations:
It is a crime to kill the shipwrecked.
Maximum Lethality
The Trump administration did not whisper about this Caribbean strike; they sang about it.
The very next morning, Pete Hegseth went on Fox News and boasted, “I watched it live,” as if witnessing an obliteration from a studio chair was some kind of military credential. He called the dead men “narco-terrorists,” insisted the strike was necessary “to protect the homeland,” but offered no evidence to support these assertions. As it would later be revealed, a boat the size of the one blown to smithereens that day could never have made it across the ocean from Venezuela to America - based on all available evidence, there was no credible threat to the homeland.
The September attack had come the same week Donald Trump signed an executive order rebranding the Department of Defense as the Department of War, a change that legally only Congress can make, but Trump brushed off the issue, insisting he had the authority to do it anyway. “Defense is too defensive,” he said. “We want to be offensive too if we have to be.”
Almost immediately, the administration began rolling out the new branding, Pentagon press briefings were suddenly held in a space relabelled the “War Annex,” the department’s website began redirecting to war.gov., and at a reported cost of billions, fresh signage and nameplates appeared in federal offices before the ink on the order was even dry. Hegseth embraced the change with characteristic bravado, declaring it part of his mission to restore a “warrior ethos.”
“We’re going to go on offense, not just defense,” he said at the time, before bizarrely launching into a Dr. Seuss style rhyme. “Maximum lethality, not tepid legality. Violent effect, not politically correct. We’re going to raise up warriors, not just defenders. This War Department, Mr. President, just like America, is back.”
Indeed, the strike on September 2 was just the Trump administration’s opening salvo. Since then, more than 20 similar operations have been carried out, expanding the campaign far beyond that original strike, and raising the overall kill-count to least 80 deaths. Just this week, they bombed another boat, this time in the Eastern Pacific, killing four, which Hegseth proudly crowed about on social media.
The Fallout
In the days that followed the initial stike, the internal machinery began to shudder. A senior military lawyer at U.S. Southern Command reportedly raised alarms that the strike - particularly the follow-on strike - was unlawful, but instead of being commended for vigilance, he was removed from the chain, and his objections were buried. Weeks later, the commander of U.S. Southern Command abruptly resigned, offering no clear explanation, but the timing told its own story: this was not a command at ease.
Even Britain - America’s closest military partner - quietly began withholding intelligence that might support similar operations, citing the same legal concerns U.S. officials were trying to smother. Though allies could see the problem plainly, the administration could not - or would not. Killing suspected drug traffickers who pose no threat of causing imminent serious injury to others would be murder under U.S and international law, however, the Trump administration was quick to frame the attacks as a war with drug cartels, calling them armed groups, but providing no evidence that they were.
But despite Team Trump’s framing, Congress had declared no war on Venezuela, no war on the Caribbean, no war on any cartel or trafficking network. Under the U.S. Constitution, only Congress can authorize war, yet the United States was carrying out a string of military-style attacks on foreign vessels - explosive strikes in international waters and territorial zones that looked, sounded, and functioned like acts of war, while no such war had been declared.
Modern presidents have spent decades stretching the seams of the rule requiring Congressional approval for acts of war, relying on a patchwork of authorizations written for different enemies and different eras. The one statute meant to restrain that - the War Powers Resolution of 1973 - allows a president to initiate hostilities without prior approval, but only temporarily. The administration must notify Congress within forty-eight hours, and unless Congress gives explicit authorization, those hostilities must end after sixty days. That clock is the guardrail: sixty days to justify the action or shut it down.
The Trump administration never sought such authorization for their actions in the Caribbean. Instead, White House lawyers told Congress that the strikes didn’t count - that because the attacks were conducted by drones and aircraft, with no U.S. personnel directly at risk, the operations did not meet the War Powers definition of “hostilities.” In their telling, it is not war if Americans kill from far enough away.
The argument that remote killing is exempt from oversight stunned legal scholars because it implied that a president could wage a shadow war simply by ensuring no American service member came within range of return fire. And as the number of destroyed boats climbed into the double digits, lawmakers warned that the administration had effectively created a new category of conflict: lethal, unilateral, unapproved, and insulated from democratic checks.
Behind closed doors, several members of Congress began discussing emergency War Powers resolutions - a rare and dramatic step - not because they had suddenly become dove-ish, but because the legal structure of the republic was being bent in real time. If the president could bomb foreign vessels on the other side of the hemisphere without reporting requirements, authorization, or time limits, then the War Powers Act was meaningless, and the power to make war had slipped fully into the hands of one man.
The Senators Stand
At the end of November, a group of lawmakers - many with prior military or intelligence service - released a short video addressed to U.S. service members and national-security personnel, reminding their former comrades that service under the flag does not erase the duty to obey the law: “Our laws are clear: you can refuse illegal orders.”
The video struck a nerve, and within 48 hours, Trump denounced the lawmakers as “traitors,” accused them of “seditious behavior,” and said their statements should be punishable by death. According to Trump, obedience was patriotic, but questioning orders was treason - a reading of American governance that suggests he hasn’t spent much quality time with the Constitution.
The senators did not reference a specific order or even mention the September 2 strike, but simply invoked a foundational rule of the U.S. military: when an order is manifestly illegal - when it demands killing unarmed, defenseless people - it must be refused. What followed was the kind of constitutional whiplash no democracy survives comfortably: public threats, internal investigations, and a deeper reckoning over where the law ends and the chain of command begins.
It wasn’t until late last week, when The Washington Post reported that Hegseth had allegedly issued the directive to “kill them all,” and that the initial strike had left survivors the military circled back to eliminate, that the legal picture snapped into focus. Whatever has been happening in the Caribbean these past three months now appears, unmistakably, to be illegal.
The Fog of War
Under immense pressure this week, the administration’s justification shifted with every interview. One day the men were cartel traffickers, the next, they were a narco-terror cell, the next, they were fleeing with critical evidence. But in all those shifting explanations, not a single piece of physical proof materialized to support their bold assertions - no recovered drugs, no seized weapons, no cargo, no names, nothing.
If these men had been high-value targets, the administration surely would have plastered their faces across every camera lens in the Western world, but instead, not one identity has been released, not one detail confirmed. Eleven bodies vanished into the sea, and the government that killed them has offered only new, contradictory reasons for why it had to be done.
Hegseth called The Washington Post report fabricated, denied giving the “kill them all” order, defended the follow-up strike by claiming he never saw the survivors - blaming flames, smoke, and the “fog of war” - and then quietly shifted his story again, saying he wasn’t even present for the second strike. Apparently, he’d left early for a meeting rather than stay to witness the end of the newly rebranded Department of War’s first official act of war. His chest-thumping swagger from September curdled into frantic backpedaling, with Hegseth eventually pointing the finger at Admiral Bradley as the one responsible for the “maximum lethality” that day.
As political pressure mounted, Admiral Bradley denied ever receiving an illegal kill order, telling lawmakers that U.S. intelligence had pre-identified all eleven men and placed them on an internal “military target list.” In his telling, every person on that skiff was already an authorized lethal target, meaning the outcome of “killing them all” was, in his view, not a crime but compliance.
When classified footage of the strike was viewed this week by lawmakers, most recoiled. Many Republicans privately demanded investigations, knowing full well what the law requires, but some did what they’ve become almost Olympicly skilled at: defending the indefensible.
Senator Tom Cotton, chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee, offered perhaps the most unflinching defense: in the video, he claimed, he saw “two survivors trying to flip a boat, loaded with drugs bound for the United States, back over so they could stay in the fight.” To his mind, they were legitimate military targets, and the follow-up strike was justified.
But Congressman Jim Himes saw it very differenly, saying “What I saw in that room was one of the most troubling things I’ve seen in my time in public service.” He noted that if Iran had fired on a boat carrying unarmed American sailors - then fired again on the survivors - the United States would already be at war. Not taking statements, not debating legality - actively at war, because under every conceivable interpretation of the laws of armed conflict, this was a textbook war crime.
A war crime committed outside of war against men who may not have known what they were transporting, may not have known who hired them, and certainly did not know that by the time they boarded the skiff that morning, someone in Washington had already spoken the words that would end their lives.
The Long Road from Lawlessness to Legalized Violence
For most of human history, killing in war wasn’t something nations agonised over - it was simply how men with power expressed themselves. Armies marched, villages burned, prisoners were slaughtered, civilians were collateral. Up until two hundred years ago, the idea of “rules of war” would have sounded like a bad joke. There was only one rule: don’t cross the man with the army.
On the high seas, you could kill someone on the open water and if no witness survived, the ocean would keep your secret. From piracy to privateering to state-sanctioned raiding - violence was the currency of empire, and murder was just one more tool in the kit. There were no lines, no limits, and no distinctions, especially at sea - if you died on the water, you died outside the law of the land entirely.
Rules of war didn’t emerge because nations suddenly grew a conscience, but because armies craved predictability, governments wanted stability, empires needed to protect their own soldiers if they wanted anyone to enlist, and everyone wanted to avoid retaliation spirals that wiped out entire populations. Nations weren’t moved by compassion - they were moved by fear. Fear of chaos, of losing control, and of what the other side might do in a world with no boundaries at all.
So the first rules of engagement weren’t moral; they were practical - the political equivalent of two men agreeing not to smash each other’s houses because both were made of glass - and from that fear-based logic, the first guardrails were born.
The world’s first attempt to civilise warfare wasn’t until 1856 with the Declaration of Paris, then between the first Geneva Convention in 1864 and the Hague Convention in 1907 rules of war started to fall into place, and by 1949, after the industrial-scale slaughter of World War II, nations admitted that maybe, just maybe, murdering unarmed human beings by the million wasn’t ideal policy, enshrining new international laws as part of the updated Geneva Conventions.
These weren’t spiritual breakthroughs, but rather survival strategies masquerading as morality. We created rules of war because we saw what a world without rules looked like, and we were terrified.
But putting rules in place never stopped the killing, it just gave it better PR. War didn’t become moral - it became bureaucratic. You can’t murder a man on your street, but you can vaporise him from thousands of miles away if you use the correct administrative vocabulary. You can annihilate a boat full of unarmed workers if you call them “targets,” and you can acceptably bomb drowning survivors if you use the magic phrase: “They were on a military target list”
This is how absurd it’s become. We’ve turned fear into policy, policy into doctrine, doctrine into legality, and legality into justification. We haven’t made killing humane, we’ve just made killing procedural, and now the contradictions are reaching their breaking point. We’re watching lawmakers debate which specific flavor of murder is acceptable while governments perform ethical gymnastics to justify killing defenseless men floating in the sea.
This is not order, nor is it civilization. This is the end-stage of a paradigm held together by fear.
Killing, violence, murder, brutality and yes, even war, are all by-products of a world founded on fear - nobody ever killed because they were filled with love - but the world built entirely on fear cannot survive the moment people stop being afraid, and right now, that’s why the old world is cracking. That’s why the lies are buckling and the violence is so loud now.
This is what it looks like when an outdated paradigm reaches the end of its lifespan - when the machinery of fear is still running, but the frequency that sustained it is already going offline.
The Failing Frequency of Fear
What we are witnessing right now is the final, frantic flailing of a worldview built on fear.
For centuries we have lived inside a paradigm where fear decides who dies, fear decides what is justified, and fear writes the laws after the fact. We’ve grown up in a world calibrated to “kill before you can be killed,” to treat dominance as security and violence as proof of strength. A world that believes power belongs to whoever fires first, not whoever feels most deeply. A world so disconnected from itself that we began confusing annihilation with safety. But that world is dying right now, and it’s dying loudly.
The reason the cracks are so visible now is because an entirely different frequency is rising to destabilize the one that has prevailed for millennia. The old operating system is glitching because a new one is booting up.
The next hundred years will not be built on the architecture of fear; they will be engineered for coherence, and the cosmos has already set the timeline. Everything we are witnessing now - the violence, the moral collapse, the leaders swinging wildly at shadows - is not the future. It is the old wound surfacing for the last time before the field resets.
From 2025 to 2035, as fear-based structures crack open, humanity will finally see the violence we normalized, the disconnect we mistook for strength, and the chaos we called order. This is the decade where the spell will break and the old world will lose its grip.
From 2035 to 2050, the emotional body will come back online. The heart will wake up, the nervous system will recalibrate, and humanity will begin to feel more than it fears. When people can actually feel themselves again, war will stop making emotional sense.
From 2050 to 2085, reintegration begins. The inner split that fuelled every conflict - between masculine and feminine, mind and heart, control and connection - will start to close. Human power will be reborn without domination. Courage without cruelty, leadership without violence, direction without fear.
And by the final stretch of the century, the world will stabilize into coherence. Truth will stop requiring trauma to be heard. Connection will become the baseline, not the exception. Humanity won’t just ascend - it will remember, as the frequency that’s been missing for thousands of years will finally return.
This is why war looks so loud right now - not because the future belongs to it, but because the frequency that sustained it is collapsing, and the heart is rising to take its place. The world built on fear is going offline, and it is going offline chaotically - thrashing as it dies, blaming and killing and doubling down - because it knows it cannot survive the century ahead.
The world that bombs shipwrecked men, and debates which murders are permissible, and believes killing is protection, simply does not have the circuitry to exist in what comes next, because the century ahead is not a continuation - it is a repair sequence - and one day, not far from now in the sweep of time, our descendants will look back at this moment not as the era where humanity lost itself, but as the moment where humanity finally stopped pretending that fear was strength.
The world that is rising will not ask who deserves to die, but what helps us live, and that shift - that quiet, seismic, cosmic shift - is how we know the old world is already ending and the new one is about to begin.
2026: The Year The Heart Frequency Reignites
While humanity’s journey toward coherence and a return to the heart will unfold over the course of the next century, 2026 is the ignition point - the moment the restored frequency begins to rise through the rubble.
2026 marks the beginning of a hundred-year journey out of mind-dominance and back into heart coherence - the original human frequency we abandoned millennia ago. After thousands of years stumbling in the dark, humanity’s light is being restored. Fear is fracturing as the heart finally rises.
The planetary map for 2026 is unlike anything living humans have ever experienced. The current collapse continues in the background, but the purpose of it becomes unmistakable.
The turning point arrives February 20, when Saturn meets Neptune in Aries, an ultra-rare planetary alignment striking the exact first degree of the zodiac - the Genesis Reset. It’s the degree of pure potential, the uncarved block, the moment before creation - the energetic equivalent of the universe handing humanity a clean sheet of paper and asking, “What reality do you want to live in now?”
This alignment hasn’t occurred at this point in the sky for nearly 6,000 years - that’s how big the shift is. The last time we saw this conjunction was when the world sat at an equivalent crossroads around 4,300 BC, when civilizations were forming, hierarchies were hardening, and the human nervous system began orienting toward fear, survival, and separation. That cycle is ending - right on schedule - marking the end of unconscious programming and the beginning of conscious participation.
Under that sky, the first quarter of 2026 will deliver a global integrity test. Structures built on deception, manipulation, extraction, or opacity will not survive the pressure. Leaders who lack transparency will fall. Governments will lose their grip. Media, pharmaceuticals, banks, and the industries that depend on confusion or fear will see their foundations crack. Anything misaligned with coherence will dissolve.
In late April, as Uranus enters Gemini for the long haul the first time in nearly a century, a new frequency will switch on, causing communications, technology, consciousness, and perception to shift from linear to quantum. We can expect breakthroughs that make today’s systems feel ancient.
Then the ignition will intensify through May and June, as Uranus clashes with the lunar nodes and Sedna squares them too, triggering collective awakenings stacked on top of each other. And it will hit full bloom in July, when Uranus, Pluto, and Neptune all align around the same degree, a once-in-eras configuration that will expand human consciousness and unlock heart-led leadership. This is when the new rhythm will become undeniable - when the difference between mind and heart will no longer be metaphor but orientation.
Beginning in 2026, humanity starts moving back toward coherence, compassion, telepathic connection, emotional transparency, embodied intuition, light-based biology, and reverence for the living world. It won’t happen overnight - it unfolds across a century - but 2026 is the year the switch flips. The year the trajectory changes, and the collective nervous system begins shifting out of fight-or-flight and into presence, stability, connection, and truth.
We won’t evolve because governments tell us to, or because the world suddenly improves, but because the heart becomes louder than the noise, and eventually, louder than the mind.
That begins next year, not with a bang but with a coherence event. A quiet returning, like two tuning forks finding each other across the room. 2026 is not the end of the world - it is the end of the era that told us to survive it, and the beginning of the one that teaches us how to live.
The Call to Courage
The reason boats are being blown out of the water right now has nothing to do with drugs and everything to do with fear.
Yes, illegal drugs have been streaming into America for years - fentanyl has devastated families, and the system has failed to stop it, and in the face of institutional failure and collapse, people return to the oldest instinct we have: revenge, retribution, and punishment. When the system fails to deliver justice, violence feels like the only language left. The people cheering boats being blown out of the water aren’t calling for cruelty just because they’re cruel; they’re calling for cruelty because they’re standing in the ruins of institutional trust without a map home.
When we watch boats being bombed and war crimes being committed, the reflex is much the same - stop them, punish them, make them pay. They call for cruelty, and then we call for cruelty to punish their cruelty, but they were only calling for cruelty in the first place as their own reflex to a system that is cruel. It’s just an endless cycle of cruelty….until of course, we choose to end it.
It’s not wrong to crave balance, but the instinct for punishment - for wishing suffering upon those who caused suffering - is simply the fear-frequency trying to keep itself alive. It’s the dying nervous system of an old world firing its final impulses.
Cruelty isn’t what builds the world that’s coming, because it can’t - it’s incompatible with coherence. Retribution belongs to the era that’s ending - the long, dark cycle where justice meant retaliation and healing was mistaken for punishment. Accountability builds the future; retribution just repeats the past. And we are not here to repeat the past.
This is the part people forget when the world is shaking: we are watching a frequency collapse, not a future emerge. The violence we see now is not a preview of what’s ahead - it’s the expulsion of what cannot cross the threshold. The war-frequency is convulsing because the heart-frequency is rising, and the old paradigm knows it cannot survive inside a coherent field.
We are living through the purge before the purification. Fear is losing its structural integrity. Its architecture is buckling, it’s strategies are failing, it’s figureheads are scrambling, and as fear loses power, it gets louder, but not stronger. That’s why everything right now looks so unhinged. We’re not descending into chaos; we’re watching chaos lose its grip.
Yes, we absolutely must draw a line around what we will and won’t tolerate - that’s how our current system was built in the first place, and it’s how it will be reformed and replaced in the years ahead - but we also have to ask: what kind of system are we building now? One that insists those who cause suffering must suffer in return? Or one that asks how they became so disconnected from their own humanity, and what would be required to bring them back into alignment?
Our current system still clings to the primitive belief that punishment deters wrongdoing. Blowing up boats to deter drug smugglers is the 21st-century version of hitting a dog for misbehaving, but we know better than that now. Though their actions may be monstrous, people who do harm are not “monsters” as much as they are profoundly disconnected. They’ve slipped so far out of coherence that darkness has become familiar. Inflicting more darkness doesn’t restore anything - it only dims our own flame and drags us back toward the world we’re trying to leave.
When someone has done something unspeakable, it’s easy for the heart to slam shut and demand suffering as compensation, but that reflex mirrors the very frequency that created the harm. The moment we respond with the same energy, we’re back inside the world they built - the cold, fear-driven paradigm we are here to dismantle. If we want to live in the light, we have to remain committed to it even when it’s uncomfortable.
Action is required to build a heart-centred society, but alignment with the heart must come first. We were raised in a civilisation obsessed with doing, but the world that’s rising is rooted in feeling - where transformation starts in the heart, moves through the collective field, and only then becomes action.
Taking time to anchor in stillness - letting energy move, letting karmic momentum unfold - isn’t passivity. Sometimes not forcing something is more powerful than trying to make something happen. Rushing into action because we’ve been activated by fear is the total opposite of being heart-led. The thought of “If I don’t act right now, everything will collapse” is the old world talking. It spurs action derived from panic, but what we need now is action propelled from the heart. Any action taken from that place of clarity will land cleanly, effectively, and without distortion, and help usher in the new world.
What we need right now, more than ever, is courage - and not the kind that the likes of Pete Hegseth think they’re demonstrating by beating their chests, and talking tough and blasting defenceless civillians out of the water. That’s not courage - that’s fear puffing itself up as a performance of false strength, and our world’s had quite enough of that.
A dear reader and member of the Inner Circle, Julianne, reminded me this week that the word “courage” is based on the French word “coeur”, which means “heart,” so in essence, courage - in the truest sense - is a call to act from the heart. Drop out of the noise, return to the deepest part of ourselves, and move from there. That’s what we all need right now - a good dose of real, genuine courage.
As we move into the coming year, we must commit ourselves to mustering courage by anchoring in the heart before doing anything. The old world demands fear and frenzy, but the new one demands courage and coherence. If we’re acting because fear is screaming for movement, we must pause. If we feel panic, rage, or urgency pressuring us to do something - anything - we must stop and find stillness first.
This is not spiritual bypassing. Bypassing is when fear keeps us from acting and we retreat into spirit. We are called to do the opposite: anchor in the heart, and then act - from coherence, not panic; from clarity, not rage; from light, not retribution. Stay aligned while the world convulses, stay engaged without becoming what we’re confronting. Be courageous and keep our hearts open even as structures built without one fall. The old world needs us enraged; the new world needs us anchored, and we must not let the dying frequency recruit us on its way out.
The fear-frequency is dying, and it wants company.
The heart-frequency is rising, and it wants allies.
Now, more than ever, we must choose the world we want to help build, and the frequency we wish to amplify. We must hold our field steady as the old architecture falls. The frequency of fear is not the future - it’s the past being cleared. The heart is where the future will be born.
See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, have COURAGE, and stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
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Thank you Wiz for all your hard work compiling and communicating what is happening. Each day I live through these events leading with love ❤️ in my heart yet fear creeps in but I pull my consciousness in to embrace your calling be not afraid and to listen always listen for that nudge from the energies surrounding us all. You have helped me to remember so many of the details ✨️ and life experiences that have led me to this moment adding resonance and clarity to my soul's path in this body. Peace ✌️ and ❤️ love to all.
This lays it out with brutal clarity. We’re not watching strength, strategy, or leadership. We’re watching a government built on fear run out of runway. The boat strikes, the cover stories, the incoherent foreign policy, the nonstop meltdowns, it’s all the same pattern. Fear at the wheel pretending to be power. What you wrote tracks the whole thing: the louder it gets, the closer it is to collapse.