Wizard's Weekly Wrap-Up: Solar Reckoning, Rising Revelation & The Monster Unmasked
A Shutdown Breaks, A Tsunami of Leaks, A Crisis of Power & A World on the Brink of Truth: The Week That Was November 9-15, 2025
This week, the Earth was hit by a solar storm that landed like a blizzard of truth with leaders booed off stages, masks slipping, governments buckling, files detonating, empires wobbling, and truth raining down like shrapnel from a sky that’s clearly done with secrets and lies.
The week began with Donald Trump being relentlessly booed when he appeared at the Washington Commanders–Detroit Lions NFL game, bizarrely reading the military oath of enlistment during halftime (mistakes and all) as the stadium drowned him in jeers. It set the tone for the days that followed: a chorus of boos from a weary world fed up with leaders cocking up in a system cracking up.
At the edge of victory after more than 40 days of stalemate, Democrats somehow swan-dived into defeat when 8 Senators finally caved and crossed the aisle to reopen the U.S. government, capitulating on the one thing Democrats had been insisting on: keeping the enhanced health care subsidies that millions rely on. In the end, they folded for nothing more than a promised future vote that everyone in Washington knew was dead on arrival. After 43 grinding days, the longest shutdown in U.S. history ended not with a win or even a compromise, but with pointless pain for the American people and nothing much to show for it.
The one thing the end of the shutdown accomplished was to cut short Mike Johnson’s ability to keep Congress locked down and delay the swearing-in of Adelita Grijalva, the Arizona Democrat who would provide the 218th signature needed to force a floor vote on releasing the Epstein files. Elected back in September, Grijalva was held out of the chamber for over seven weeks, with Johnson citing the shutdown as justification, while critics argued the real motive was stalling the petition.
With Congress back in business, the White House went into overdrive, pressuring the handful of Republicans who had already signed onto the petition. Lauren Boebert was hauled into a meeting in the Situation Room and reportedly urged to withdraw her signature, while Nancy Mace got a late-night phone call from Trump himself. Both refused to buckle, and with their signatures intact, the petition sailed through with a vote now expected next week.
The vote now almost feels redundant after Republicans and Democrats alike unleashed an avalanche of Epstein-related documents that landed like an atomic blast, blowing open many of the secrets the petition was meant to force out. In a blizzard of Epstein emails, a raft of prominent figures were named - not necessarily as perpetrators, but as people who knew exactly who Epstein was and still chose to orbit him.
Familiar names like Steve Bannon and Woody Allen surfaced, alongside author Michael Wolff offering Epstein PR advice. Former U.S. Treasury Secretary Larry Summers, billionaire political financier Peter Thiel, CIA director Bill Burns, former UK prime minister Gordon Brown, billionaire Leon Black, and former Israeli prime minister Ehud Barak all appeared in the correspondence, as did spiritual guru Deepak Chopra and intellectual heavyweight Noam Chomsky. It was a stark reminder of just how deep, wide, and high-profile Epstein’s social network remained while he engaged in unfathomable depravity.
The revelations hit like a detonation. The news cycle went from firehose to tsunami as each hour unleashed another jaw-dropper, and for the first time in recent memory, Donald Trump had nothing to say. He vanished - no questions, no posts, no bluster - barricading himself in the White House and blasting The Phantom of the Opera at full volume like a man hiding behind the last mask he has left.
While Trump hid, the MAGA base cracked. Tucker Carlson accused Trump’s own administration of covering up suspicious details relating to the assassination attempt last summer, Elon Musk and Joe Rogan piled on, and even extremist influencer Nick Fuentes bailed, declaring America was “better off with Biden than with this.” When even the Nazi-sympathizer crowd starts jumping overboard, it’s safe to say the ship is taking on water.
Megyn Kelly tried to wade in and steady the narrative, only to ignite a firestorm of her own by splitting hairs over what counts as a pedophile, insisting Epstein wasn’t one because he preferred “barely-legal” fifteen-year-olds. At that point, language breaks. There are simply no words for the moral rot now on display.
Trump eventually broke his silence with a spectacular online meltdown for the ages, firing off a frenzy of posts that ricocheted from un-endorsing Marjorie Taylor Greene to raging at Thomas Massie to uploading a six-minute rant about the “Jeffrey Epstein Hoax.” Even by Trump’s standards, it was unhinged - too vicious, too venomous, too desperate. And this time, the crowd didn’t clap. His own supporters flooded his platform demanding he release the Epstein files, calling him a liar, a conman, and worse. When your loyalists start turning on you in your own house, the walls aren’t just closing in - they’re collapsing.
In a desperate attempt to bury the scandal, Trump created another one by ordering Attorney General Pam Bondi to open criminal investigations into Democrats whose names appeared in the newly released Epstein documents - a full-blown abuse of power and constitutional crisis in any other era, but in Trumpworld it was just a regular Thursday.
News also emerged that Trump is preparing to attack Venezuela - when you need a good distraction, wag the dog and go to war - with Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth announcing “Operation SOUTHERN SPEAR” to apparently strike “narco-terrorists.” And after telling Laura Ingraham to ignore her lyin’ eyes and that grocery prices are “way down”, Trump’s administration quietly rolled back tariffs on more than 200 food products, proof that even his inner circle are beginning to understand that Trump’s fantasy economics cannot outrun gravity forever.
Across the sea in the UK, the BBC found itself in a firestorm after admitting that a documentary about January 6 spliced together separate parts of Trump’s speech, giving the impression of a direct call for violence. The broadcaster called it an “error of judgement,” pulled the episode, and watched two top executives fall on their sword, but that didn’t stop furious Britons from demanding a reckoning for a national broadcaster that seemed to have abandoned its own standards of impartiality. Nor did it stop Trump’s legal team from threatening a billion-dollar lawsuit, which was rich in a week when Trump himself handed out a flurry of pardons to his most loyal foot soldiers - from Giuliani to Meadows to dozens tied to January 6 - wiping their slates clean while raging at everyone else’s supposed misconduct.
And that’s barely the tip of the iceberg of all that went on in a week that didn’t just deliver news - it delivered shockwaves. We’ve hit a point where each day feels like a year’s worth of revelations, truth bomb after truth bomb obliterating long-held assumptions and exposing the rot that’s been festering just beneath the surface.
As usual, I’ve checked the stars and mapped the frequencies to carve some clarity from this week’s chaos, and the message in the sky is brutally simple: we’re standing at the hinge of history. The page is already creaking, and the turn is coming whether anyone’s ready or not. The Age of Illusion is burning out, and the Age of Resonance is lighting up beneath it.
For decades we let a pretty veneer pass for truth - shiny people, shiny institutions, all wrapped around a framework of falsehoods so well-packaged we called them real. A glittering surface disguised the rot underneath. An entire civilisation was propped up by a frequency that’s now flickering out.
It’s the cosmic equivalent of trying to fuel a solar-powered engine with petroleum: it doesn’t matter how much you pour in, it’s not going to run. The system that kept the old world humming can’t hold a charge anymore, and everyone who built their power on that frequency is about to find out.
The skies tell the story with embarrassing clarity: what’s collapsing, why it’s collapsing, and what rises after the dust settles. We’re not marching toward doom - we’re moving through a necessary disturbance, a disruption that clears the path to deliverance. And right now it feels like the entire cosmos is in on it - the Sun, the planets, the comets, all conspiring to shove us out of a dying world and into the one waiting on the other side.
If you want to know where we are in the timeline, what’s coming next, and how to walk through all of this without flinching, then read on, dear friend. Let’s pull some meaning from 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**
☄️ A Bolt Out of the Blue
In July 2025, interstellar comet 3I/ATLAS slipped quietly into our solar system, a glowing red mass threading the planetary lanes like a needle through silk: precise, deliberate, almost rehearsed. Wrapped in a halo of charged gas and heavy metals, it defied every known category - a comet that burned hotter than expected, releasing carbon dioxide eight times faster than water, with jets of light where ice should have been. Two steady points at its leading edge glowed like headlights, holding their position even as the nucleus tumbled - a geometry so exact it looked engineered, not accidental. Some said it pulsed, as though breathing, while others speculated it was signaling. All seemed to agree - it was most unusual.
As it approached our Sun in early September, the interstellar guest changed colour from red to green, and when it dipped behind the Sun in late October, the Sun answered by hurling a storm of flares, light, and magnetism straight into its path. It reacted as though, somehow, the comet had awakened it.
The intensity of the solar eruptions was immense - had they been Earth-facing, they would have fried satellites and drowned our electronics. A regular comet should not have survived that kind of solar violence, but this one mysteriously did, emerging from behind the Sun just last week as a brilliant electric blue.
In the language of science, blue means ionization, but in the language of the soul, blue is truth cutting through haze. It was as if its dance with the Sun activated a radiant frequency of truth, and the alchemy awakened them both.
But the solar eruptions that greeted 3I/ATLAS didn’t stay on the far side of the Sun. Our star rotates - a slow, steady 27-day turn - and the very sunspots that awakened in the comet’s direction began to wheel around like a cosmic turret. What began as a private exchange between the Sun and our interstellar guest slowly rotated into full view, until this week, those supercharged regions came to face the Earth and the storm slammed into our magnetic field with a global surge of charged particles so intense it painted the skies above both hemispheres in sheets of neon light.
Auroras erupted in places where they had no business appearing: Mexico, Alabama, the north of Australia, the Mediterranean. Cities that had never seen the night sky dance watched it ignite in impossible colours - the visible echo of a cosmic activation that started in secrecy and finished in daylight.
The Sun spoke to the comet, activating its radiant blue truth.
The comet, in turn, activated the Sun.
And the Sun rotated and delivered the message to us.
Officially, it was a G4 severe geomagnetic storm, born from a merged wave of Earth-directed solar plasma. Unofficially - on the level you feel in your bones - it was the direct shockwave of that solar–comet exchange.
A cosmic exhale.
A transmission.
What arrived wasn’t just light.
It was information.
A frequency.
The solar wind carried the same charged particles that had just collided with 3I/ATLAS behind the Sun - the same magnetic imprint, the same ionized voltage, the same awakened resonance. When those particles hit Earth’s magnetic field, they didn’t just excite the atmosphere; they excited consciousness. They rattled the grid, disrupted the old signals, and cracked open whatever had been dimmed, dulled, or buried under collective illusion.
It was as if the Sun and the interstellar visitor had conspired - one offering the ignition, the other the lens - and the wave that followed was the echo of their combined force.
A reminder.
A correction.
A recalibration.
For years, the world has been drowning in distortion, misinformation, and counterfeit narratives, but when that storm hit, something shifted. A frequency like that doesn’t just light up the sky - it lights up the truth. It strips away what’s false, burns through psychic smog, and forces whatever has been hidden to surface.
This week, for the first time in an eternity, the whole planet hummed with the unmistakable resonance of something ancient and real: the frequency of truth, restored in a single wave of cosmic electricity.
The Sun woke up.
The comet survived.
And Earth - ready or not - received the message.
🧨 The Veil Detonates
As the geomagnetic storm tore across the planet, the truth ripped through our Earthly news cycle with the same voltage. The U.S. government shutdown collapsed after a 43-day standoff, Congress reconvened, and Arizona Democrat Adelita Grijalva was finally sworn in, providing the 218th signature needed to trigger a House vote on releasing the Epstein files. At the same time, more than 20,000 pages of Epstein documents and emails detonated across the internet, dragging a long list of elites into the daylight.
One storm of light, and suddenly an entire ecosystem of people who maintained friendly orbit around a convicted sex offender found themselves dragged up out of the shadows. But the roll call was only the surface. What the emails revealed about Epstein himself was darker, clearer, and far more damning than the public had ever seen.
The trove showed a man who moved through global power like it was his private lounge, emailing world leaders, tech billionaires, journalists, prime ministers, and cultural icons with a familiarity that should never have been possible.
They showed a man who joked about “renewing old habits” when a woman used the word “girls.” A man who treated young women like disposable objects and expected everyone around him to laugh along. A man who believed he could smear victims, manipulate the press, and pull strings inside governments. A man whose influence reached from the Council of Europe to Israel to Silicon Valley to Manhattan media circles.
The emails showed his cynicism, his reach, his arrogance, and the horrifying ease with which powerful men responded. No hesitation. No disgust. No distance.
Just normalcy. For years, people said he was an aberration, but these new documents proved he was a hub, and the world around him was the aberration.
As the Sun roared and the auroras surged, the illusion that Epstein acted alone finally shattered. The truth didn’t just leak - it detonated. This wasn’t a list of “associates.” It was a map of a world built on proximity, power, access, and silence. And as the storm cracked open the sky, it cracked open the story too: not just what Epstein did, but who let him, who laughed with him, who emailed him, who circled him, and who knew.
It wasn’t just a solar storm - it was an x-ray - and suddenly, the whole skeleton was visible.
🦂 Maxwell’s Manufactured Amnesia
This week’s truth sunstorm didn’t just come for Epstein and his associates - it came for his former partner in life and crime, Ghislaine Maxwell, currently serving twenty years in prison for sex trafficking with Epstein.
Months ago, when the Epstein scandal first erupted after Trump suddenly announced he wouldn’t be unsealing the files he’d spent years promising to release, Trump’s former personal lawyer - and now Deputy Attorney General - Todd Blanche was spirited into the prison where Maxwell was being held to conduct two days of interviews with her. The purpose seemed obvious: to coax her into saying glowing things about Donald that might help exonerate him amid a sea of accusations placing him neck-deep in Epstein’s tangled web of sordid wrongdoing.
In the interview, Maxwell insisted she never saw Trump at Epstein’s homes, never saw him around any “girls,” and never witnessed anything improper involving him at all. She went out of her way to praise him, calling him “kind” and “cordial” and saying that she’d “always liked him.”
Critics have been screaming for months that the whole interview was political theater: Blanche lobbing softball questions, Maxwell offering glowing reviews of Trump’s character, the Justice Department releasing the transcript to clean up Trump’s image, and Maxwell quietly being transferred out of her restrictive Florida facility into a far more comfortable minimum-security camp in Texas. According to a whistleblower, Maxwell has purportedly been receiving custom meals delivered to her cell and even allowed to play with a puppy - privileges no other inmates get. It’s hard to read it as anything other than a reward for doing Trump’s bidding.
But this week’s release of new documents has called Maxwell’s truthfulness into question, as statements she made in Blanche’s interview now appear flatly contradicted by Epstein’s own words. Her claims that she never recalled Trump being involved or regularly near Epstein’s orbit now sit beside emails placing him directly and repeatedly in Epstein’s world.
Epstein’s own correspondence places Trump inside his homes, around his circle, and - in one explosive email - in the presence of a young woman who “spent hours at my house with him.” He references time with Trump at Trump Tower after the 2016 election and even places Trump with him for Thanksgiving 2017. Whether every line is literally true is another question, but one thing is certain: Maxwell’s narrative is now at odds with new evidence.
What happened this week wasn’t just a document dump. It was the collapse of the entire defensive wall Trump’s camp - Maxwell included - spent years trying to build around him.
💣 The Bomb Beneath the Throne
Undoubtedly the person most unmasked by this week’s storm of truth was the man who’s been scrambling the longest and loudest to outrun it: Donald Trump.
This week’s revelations made it unmistakably clear that Jeffrey Epstein wasn’t just a ghost from Trump’s past - he was a live threat to Trump’s present. The documents show Epstein speaking about Trump with a familiarity and confidence that shouldn’t exist if, as Trump has repeatedly insisted, he “barely knew the guy.”
In the emails, Epstein commented freely on Trump’s behavior, intelligence, and weaknesses to people in his inner circle. In one exchange, he bragged that he understood Trump perfectly, painting himself as someone who held Trump’s psychological user manual.
And in a 2019 email to journalist Michael Wolff, Epstein claimed “of course [Trump] knew about the girls,” adding that Trump had “asked Ghislaine to stop.” The message doesn’t clarify what Trump supposedly asked her to stop, and no independent evidence backs the claim, but the fact Epstein wrote it so casually made it one of the most dissected lines in the entire release.
And then came the line that really sent tongues waggin: in an email to Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein wrote that Trump had spent hours in his home with one of the girls, and yet “has never once been mentioned” referring to Trump as “the dog that hasn’t barked.”
It’s a Sherlock Holmes line - the silence that shouldn’t exist. Epstein wasn’t accusing Trump outright; he was pointing to the thing that made no sense unless there was more beneath it. In Epstein’s mind, Trump wasn’t just a bystander. He was the one person who should have said something at some point, and the fact he didn’t was the clue. Coming from Epstein, it reads less like gossip and more like a man noting that Trump’s silence was, itself, part of the story.
Damningly, in a 2015 email to New York Times reporter Landon Thomas Jr., Epstein offered “photos of Donald and girls in bikinis in my kitchen.” Whether the photos were real is unknown - none have surfaced - but the implication was unmistakable: Epstein wanted people, especially journalists, to believe he had material that could hurt Trump. Sometimes the threat isn’t the evidence - it’s merely the suggestion.
When you map all of this together, the picture shifts. Epstein isn’t just some old acquaintance Trump barely remembers - he was a man who claimed to know where Trump had been, who he’d been with, and what he’d seen. And layered over that is one deeply inconvenient thread: the long-circulating claim, repeated by Michael Wolff and others, that Trump may have been the one who tipped off Florida police about Epstein back in the early 2000s during a bitter real-estate feud, and that’s what set Epstein on his path to prison and ultimately to his demise. It’s unverified, and no official record confirms it, but the story has clung to the edges of this saga for years because it speaks to motive, rivalry, and fear.
No wonder this week, as thousands of Epstein emails flooded the world, people suddenly remembered one more uncomfortable fact: Donald Trump was President when Epstein was arrested for the second time in 2019, and also when he mysteriously died in federal custody a month later. With this fresh avalanche of contradictions, claims, and leverage flying into the light, the public is looking back at that moment with new eyes and a very different set of questions.
On the day Epstein was found dead in his cell, Trump’s chart wasn’t quiet or peripheral - it was lit at every major axis you’d expect if a man watched a dangerous liability disappear. His karmic nodes, his personal Full Moon, his Mars return on the Ascendant, and Pluto sitting on his fate line all say the same thing: this was a fated, high-stakes trigger point in his story around power, secrets, and survival.
The stars don’t prove guilt or complicity - they simply show that Epstein’s death struck the very fault lines of Trump’s destiny. And at the bare minimum, his chart makes one thing undeniable: he stood to gain from a threat disappearing that day.
This week blew the dust off that moment, and off every moment Trump spent with Epstein that he’s now hell-bent on pretending never happened. It exposed the pressure point he hoped would stay buried, and with the trove of emails now out in the open, it’s clear the threat Epstein once posed didn’t die with him. It’s still very much alive, and may be the one thing Trump can’t outrun.
🧵 The Stitching Comes Apart
The influx of truth carried on this week’s solar winds slammed straight into Trump’s far-right MAGA movement, cracking its fantasy world apart and leaving Trump and his cronies scrambling to convince their shrinking base to keep believing in the lie rather than the reality unfolding in front of them.
With the Supreme Court now seemingly poised to rule large parts of Trump’s tariff war unconstitutional, he lashed out, blaming “anarchists and thugs” for putting the country in a “terrible situation” by daring to challenge his tariffs. He warned it would trigger a “national security catastrophe” if his administration were forced to repay “in excess of $2 trillion” should the court strike them down. Hours later, he inflated the number again - to $3 trillion - even though the Committee for a Responsible Federal Budget put the actual figure nearer to $195 billion.
In this rising frequency of truth, his distortions simply don’t hold like they used to. After an interview with Laura Ingraham this week, Trump was pressed on why millions of Americans are paying more - not less - for basics like beef and coffee than they were a year ago under Biden. Trump waved it off as a Democratic “con job” and insisted that “costs are way down,” but within days his administration quietly rolled back tariffs on more than 200 food products, including coffee, beef, bananas, and orange juice. It was an unmistakable admission of failure - proof that even inside Trump’s own inner circle, some finally recognise what reality has been screaming for years: Trump’s fantasy economics cannot outrun gravity forever.
When the White House suggested this week that they would never be able to release October’s jobs report or inflation numbers - blaming Democrats and the shutdown for wiping out the data - they tried to claim prices were “beginning to drop,” but their evidence was not the Bureau of Labor Statistics or the Commerce Department, but DoorDash. Yes, the food delivery app. They pointed to a narrow four-item “Breakfast Basics Index” built by DoorDash as proof the economy was improving, even as Bloomberg reported that 62% of Americans say everyday costs have risen over the past month and 55% of workers are worried about losing their jobs.
At the same time, international markets are outperforming the S&P 500 by the widest margin in sixteen years, and the University of Michigan’s consumer confidence survey just hit its lowest point in sixty-five years.
People just aren’t buying the lies Trump’s selling anymore.
🩸 Reality Draws Blood
But, in the light of the solar storms, more uncomfortable truth just kept rising to the surface.
The Trump administration’s insistence that it’s targeting “the worst of the worst” as justification for its harsh tactics against undocumented immigrants fell apart this week when reporting revealed what really happened during a midnight helicopter raid on a Chicago apartment complex in September. Federal agents arrested 37 people they claimed were members of the Tren de Aragua gang, but only two had any gang affiliation, and one of those had no criminal record. Months later, not a single person swept up in the raid has been charged with a crime.
Meanwhile, it was also revealed this week that the Venezuelans the Trump administration deported to the infamous mega-prison in El Salvador were subjected to systematic torture - beatings, electric shocks, sexual violence - inside a facility already notorious for human-rights abuses. Only about three percent of the people rendered to El Salvador had ever been convicted of a violent crime in the United States. Immigration advocate Aaron Reichlin‑Melnick put it bluntly: “We paid El Salvador to torture, abuse, and rape completely innocent Venezuelans so that Marco Rubio, Stephen Miller and Donald Trump could claim they were tough on immigrants.”
For the first time in twelve years, this week the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops issued a “special message” addressing the administration’s immigration enforcement policies. The bishops said they were “saddened by the vilification of immigrants,” “concerned about the conditions in detention centers,” “troubled by threats against the sanctity of houses of worship, hospitals, and schools,” and “grieved” by the damage the raids have done to families. “We oppose the indiscriminate mass deportation of people,” they wrote. “We pray for an end to dehumanizing rhetoric and violence, whether directed at immigrants or at law enforcement.”
Even overseas allies recoiled in the light of truth this week. Colombia, the Netherlands, and the United Kingdom announced they would halt certain intelligence sharing with the U.S., arguing that the administration’s strikes on small boats are illegal under international law.
In what looks like a desperate attempt to prop up his rotting presidency, reports emerged this week that Trump is now preparing to attack Venezuela, with Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth announcing “Operation SOUTHERN SPEAR” to strike “narco-terrorists.” But if Trump plans to wag the dog in Venezuela, it will be just one more reckless gambit for which there is zero support in the American public.
With the frequency of truth pouring in through the sky, Trump’s old trick of hypnotising his base with whatever lie he’s spinning is wearing dangerously, visibly thin.
💀 The Death of MAGA
In the wake of this week’s torrent of Trump truth bombs, MAGA looks like it’s coming apart at the seams. Supporters have been flooding Truth Social - Trump’s own platform - with hostile messages demanding he release the Epstein files, calling him a liar, a conman, and worse.
Right-wing white nationalist influencer Nick Fuentes took to his podcast to declare MAGA dead, saying, “Every promise has been broken. Trump has not delivered. It has been one disappointment after another and that is because of corruption. The Trump regime has been corrupted by money. You fell for it again.….You’re almost better off with Biden than with this. This is just like criminal stuff.”
Then Tucker Carlson lobbed his own grenades, suggesting that members of Trump’s administration are covering up key facts about the 20-year-old shooter who nearly killed the president last summer, even implying he may have been a Trump-backed radical.
Elon Musk and Joe Rogan piled on, pointing to the glaring inconsistencies in the assassination attempt and openly discussing the possibility that it was staged for political gain.
Marjorie Taylor Greene released text messages she had sent directly to Trump, demanding he “stop ignoring the women” and release the Epstein files, and responded that Trump was “coming after me hard to make an example to scare all the other Republicans before next weeks vote to release the Epstein files. It’s astonishing really how hard he’s fighting to stop the Epstein files from coming out that he actually goes to this level…. I have supported President Trump with too much of my precious time, too much of my own money, and fought harder for him even when almost all other Republicans turned their back and denounced him. But I don’t worship or serve Donald Trump.”
By end of week she posted, “I am now being contacted by private security firms with warnings for my safety as a hot bed of threats against me are being fueled and egged on by the most powerful man in the world…..the man I supported and helped get elected…..the President of the United States.”
👑 The King Melts Down
Trump’s response to this week’s nonstop firestorm was pure panic.
In a desperate attempt to bury the scandal now circling him, he cooked up an entirely new one, ordering Attorney General Pam Bondi to launch criminal investigations into Democrats whose names appeared in the newly released Epstein documents, from Bill Clinton to Larry Summers, and LinkedIn founder Reid Hoffman.
Bondi, who is supposed to be the nation’s nonpartisan chief law-enforcement officer, didn’t even pretend to hesitate and instantly pledged that the Justice Department would pursue Trump’s political hit list “with urgency and integrity,” even though reporters have been covering Epstein’s links to Clinton, Summers, and Hoffman for years, and DOJ officials already said back in July that a review of FBI files found no evidence to justify investigating any uncharged third parties.
In any normal era, a president ordering his AG to criminally target his political opponents to distract from his own scandal - only for the AG to immediately obey - would be a headline-level constitutional crisis, but instead, it’s just the latest sign that the Epstein scandal and Trump’s attempts to bury it have blown wide open.
Then, as the panic set in, Trump stopped taking questions from the press, cut short appearances, cleared his schedule, and holed up inside the White House where he proceeded to melt down online. He blasted out a frenzy of posts that lurched from un-endorsing Marjorie Taylor Greene to raging at Thomas Massie to uploading a six-minute video about the “Jeffrey Epstein Hoax.”
And he did all of it while blasting music from The Phantom of the Opera through the White House at full volume - I’m not kidding. Historians will study this as one of the most bizarre presidential collapses ever recorded.
Nixon paced the halls talking to portraits.
Trump cranked Broadway and live-tweeted his own implosion.
But his choice of music was not accidental. Even in meltdown mode, he was messaging, telling us clearly - perhaps more succinctly than ever - exactly who he is.
👹🎭 The Monster Behind the Mask
A man who has spent his entire life performing a character - hiding behind a myth, creating spectacle to distract from the rot underneath - blasting The Phantom of the Opera while cornered by scandal is hardly subtle. It’s an archetype-level confession.
The Phantom of the Opera is the story of a monster who hides behind a mask and manipulates an entire institution through fear, illusion, and spectacle. He seduces, bullies, lies, threatens, and controls - not because he’s powerful, but because he’s terrified of being truly seen.
That might as well be Donald Trump’s biography: a man who has lived behind a gold-plated persona stitched together from bluster, ego, television lighting, and other people’s fear. He has never known how to be a man - only how to be a myth.
In Gaston Leroux’s original story, when the Phantom loses control of the woman he believes he owns, he doesn’t fall silent or seek redemption. He rigs the entire Opera House with explosives and threatens to burn it to the ground if he can’t have what he wants. The famous scene of the chandelier crashing from the ceiling is just the overture. His real instinct - his final act - is total annihilation.
That’s the psychology of the cornered strongman. When the mask cracks and the fantasy collapses, he would rather burn the entire institution down than face who he really is.
The Phantom isn’t just a villain. He is a man who built an entire world to protect himself from the truth of who he is - a man who manipulates, terrorizes, seduces, threatens, bullies and dazzles with spectacle, all to keep anyone from seeing the emptiness and depravity beneath the mask.
And once exposed - once he loses control of the narrative and the illusions collapse - he doesn’t reach for redemption. He reaches for ruin. He brings down the chandelier. He threatens to torch the whole house. He lashes out at everyone. He wants the entire world to collapse with him because he cannot survive being unmasked.
The story ends with one of literature’s great symbols: not triumph, not rage, but collapse. A broken man, exposed, his illusion shattered, disappearing into the shadows because he cannot bear the world seeing him as he truly is. He dies alone in the catacombs, mask removed, facade gone, power evaporated - undone not by flames, but by visibility.
And that’s exactly what Trump is telegraphing now, whether he knows it or not. He feels the walls closing in. He watches the Epstein revelations seep outward like smoke. He hears the creaking of the chandelier he built. And in his panic, he reaches for the one soundtrack that tells the truth he’s never dared to speak.
Trump blasting that music from the White House is the closest thing you’ll ever get to him admitting the hideous truth:
He is the monster in the mask - and he always has been - now unraveling, raging, rattling the chandelier as the house he built finally begins to fall.
🛌 Goodnight, Mr Trump
Trump has been destabilised by this week. He knows he’s cornered, and his own chart tells the story.
This month (in fact this coming week) he’ll face a relentless onslaught of revelations as he loses control of the narrative he’s built his entire identity on. The leaks and statements rising against him will be karmic, wounding, and brutally public, and he will no longer be able to outrun them. By the end of the month, whatever he’s been hiding will be ripped open with a volatility he simply cannot contain.
December will be his humiliation crescendo. The Gemini Full Moon on December 4 lights up his chart like a crime scene - public eruption, scandal exposure, karmic collision, shadow files dragged up into daylight. It’s a personal collapse, as he embodies the very chaos he’s inflicted on the world, while the world itself reaches a moment of collective revelation. The bubble of illusion he’s maintained for decades will rupture. His mask will shatter. His scandals will surface. And his ego will be dragged back into karmic debt.
We’re already in the window of that collapse. Full Moon energy doesn’t wait for the exact moment - it leaks into the days before and the days after, and the closer we move toward that lunation, the more Trump will unravel.
When a narcissist knows the end has arrived, they don’t soften or concede or apologise. They detonate. A narcissist’s entire identity is built on the belief that their version of reality is the only one that should exist. When that delusion finally fractures - when truth corners them, when exposure is imminent, when their lies stop working - the collapse is violent. Their behaviour becomes erratic, venomous, and grotesquely exaggerated. They lash out at anyone who once protected them. They turn on allies. They rewrite history in real time. They weaponise pity. They weaponise rage. They weaponise chaos. They thrash.
It’s the death rattle of a collapsing false self.
That’s what we’re about to witness.
In the coming days, expect his language to sharpen into something primitive and feral. Expect frantic late-night posts, wild accusations, sudden betrayals, performative victimhood, and a level of hatred that exposes the full rot inside the mask. Expect the veils to fall - not gently, but violently - as the personality he’s performed for decades disintegrates in real time.
It will be ugly.
It will be revealing.
And it will be final.
Goodnight, Mr Trump. The show is ending. The mirror is breaking. And the man behind the mask is about to be seen - fully, clearly, and without the protection of illusion for the first time in his life.
🌄 The First Light After Collapse
Trump may not make it through the end of this year physically - his chart shows he is sick in every way a person can be - but if he somehow limps through the winter, February awaits him. That’s when Neptune and Saturn meet at 0° Aries: the first spark of the first sign. Structure meets spirit. Form meets fire. It’s the planetary equivalent of the Big Bang - the moment where the laws of reality collide with the fantasies that tried to rewrite them.
This is the Genesis Reset: a conjunction unseen in recorded history. It will slam shut the gates of illusion, and those who built their empires on fantasy, fear, and fame will find the bridge to the new world out of reach. This is where the curtain finally falls on Trump and his court - the whole troupe of sycophants stumbling offstage under the weight of their own mythology. History won’t applaud. It will simply turn the page.
But if you think this transit - this rising truth and this coming reset - is aimed solely at Trump, think again. This conjunction isn’t partisan; it’s not here to strip power from one side and hand it neatly to the other. In the months ahead, we’re going to see figures from both the left and the right exposed and toppled. Anyone who climbed by cutting corners, twisting the truth, or treating integrity as optional is about to learn their tower was built on sinking sand.
It’s going to be shocking. As the light intensifies, we’ll see mud splattered across people we trusted, respected, even idolised. Institutions we relied on, systems we placed our faith in, leaders we backed wholeheartedly - many of them will fall. Only what can survive the fire of truth will make it past the reset.
This conjunction resets the entire board, bringing a new frequency online - a shift from the Age of Illusion into the Age of Resonance, where truth will no longer be argued but felt. It will be like we’ve all been playing ping-pong for decades, and suddenly the game switches to tennis; those still holding a small bat and a tired arm will be humiliated by the speed of the new field.
This reset will not snap us back to the “good old days.” The end of Trump will not be the end of trouble. As we cross the Genesis Portal, we will step into a decade of disruption - a global recalibration as the old frequency collapses and the new one stabilizes. Systems won’t behave the way they used to, and that breakdown will create a kind of chaos.
There will be a scramble for Trump’s throne - a grotesque parade of pretenders - but slowly it will dawn on everyone that the throne itself doesn’t matter anymore. The centre of gravity will have moved as power redistributes.
At first it’ll be unclear where it landed, and that uncertainty will terrify the old guard. But in time, we’ll discover the truth: the power was handed back to us. We will stop looking to leaders the way we once did. We will remember our own sovereignty. We will become awake to our own agency, and to our connection with each other, and with everything.
None of this happens overnight. For a while it may feel like the lights have gone out completely - a stretch of lawlessness, a sense of being aboard a ship that’s lost its rudder. But as the new frequency stabilizes, we will find our footing again. And in each other, we will find direction.
The decade of disruption will eventually give way to an era of discovery, prosperity, and remembrance - a return to something ancient while at the same time the birth of something we’ve never seen before.
This madness will end and yes, it will give way to chaos, but that chaos is the doorway. On the other side is something so bright, so clean and alive, that it almost hurts my eyes to look at it.
🔵 The Blue Frequency Rising
For now, we watch and wait, as the comet that seems to have triggered this shift in frequency sails silently onward, heading toward its closest pass by Earth in mid-December and guiding us on to the Genesis Reset.
It’s easy to look at the political wreckage of this week and think the story ends there - with emails, indictments, collapses, and all the rot boiling to the surface - but something deeper is unfolding beneath the headlines, something older than any government and larger than any presidency. The truth that detonated through our news cycle this week didn’t come from politics. It came from the sky. And the sky is not done speaking.
As 3I/ATLAS now travels toward us, we’re watching not just a wandering rock but an interstellar catalyst - a visitor that woke the Sun and blue-shifted under its touch. And when the Sun reared back and answered it with fire, that eruption didn’t stop at the edge of space; it rotated, it turned, and it hit us. The same charged particles that collided with that comet behind the Sun slammed into Earth’s magnetic field, shaking our sky, our grids, and our collective psyche.
This isn’t metaphor - it’s measurable physics. Solar storms alter Earth’s magnetic field, and when the geomagnetic field shakes, human consciousness shakes with it. We forget this in the modern world, but our ancestors didn’t. The Sun isn’t a symbol. It’s our source. Every heartbeat, every brainwave, every spark in the human nervous system exists because that star breathes. So when it surges, we feel it. We’re electrical beings in an electrical universe and when the Sun reorganises itself, so do we.
And this week, under blazing auroras and a planet humming with voltage, something ancient stirred. A memory of a world humanity once knew but long ago forgot, when the boundary between Earth and sky wasn’t a wall but a doorway. The old stories - the ones Plato recorded and Indigenous cultures echoed - speak of a time when humans lived in a higher coherence, when we felt the Earth, heard the animals, spoke to the stars, understood the language of frequency, and knew our place in the cosmos. We recognised ourselves as threads in a single cosmic web.
That memory isn’t fantasy, it’s a frequency, one that long ago went offline and is now, at last, returning.
You can see it in the sky right now, and if you look at the map written there for the next 100 years, it reads like a sacred code: Pluto rewriting the collective blueprint, Neptune igniting the fire of spirit, Uranus awakening the emotional field, and Saturn and Neptune meeting in Aries, resetting reality itself.
The universe is turning the lights back on. The Sun is responding. And the comet - the blue-lit messenger - is still on its way. What it awakened in the Sun is awakening in us: a forgotten coherence, a forgotten truth, a forgotten frequency rising again after thousands of years.
The comet of truth didn’t just survive the Sun - it woke it - and together, they woke us.
The frequency that once united humanity is rising again - not as myth, but as physics, memory, and destiny converging. A forgotten world returning. A forgotten truth reactivating. A forgotten light - blue, electric, unmistakable - coming back online.
🛡️ Forging Ahead Without Fear
It’s understandable to feel both excitement and a deep unease about what lies ahead. Having the map in the stars is comforting - it gives us a sense of the terrain - but it also tempts us to overthink the journey and doubt whether we have what it takes to make the trek. The mind wants to run ahead, to solve problems that don’t even exist yet, and possibly never will.
From money worries to economic collapse to safety, food scarcity, geological tantrums, storms and society unraveling - the list of things one could worry about is endless if you let the imagination sprint into the future, and you’ll exhaust yourself if you start now trying to prepare for every hypothetical storm.
It’s worth reminding ourselves that we don’t need to always be ten steps ahead of ourselves. Whoever told you to build a five-year plan needs a nap and a herbal tea. We live in a realm governed by time. We only ever have the moment we’re standing in. Trying to cram all imagined futures into the present is like trying to eat an entire lifetime of meals in one sitting - you’ll make yourself sick.
Your physical system is not designed to live across time. Your soul can do it, but your body cannot. When you drag your mind too far into the future, your whole system revolts. It’s like breaking the rules of the game. We were built to live the moment we are in, trusting that when the next one arrives, we’ll meet it with exactly what we need.
Think back to who you were in 2015, and imagine walking up to that past self and telling them what lay ahead:
Trump wins the presidency - twice.
A global pandemic kills millions.
We hide in our homes washing groceries.
Russia invades Ukraine.
Israel commits a genocide in Gaza.
American democracy nearly collapses.
Prince Andrew gets de-princed.
ICE rounds up Americans in the street.
The U.S. government shuts down for forty days and tries to starve its own citizens.
Your past self would keel over.
The you of 2015 wasn’t meant to carry the next decade’s weight. You didn’t have the tools yet. You didn’t have the scars, the wisdom, the growth, or the grit. And yet - when each moment arrived - you rose to meet it. Some moments broke your heart. Some split you open. Some you would never choose to repeat. But you survived all of them, and you’re still standing.
And that is exactly how we will survive what comes next.
The you of 2025 doesn’t have what’s needed yet to deal with 2026, or 2027 or beyond, but if you walk step by step, each moment will grow you, and bit by bit you’ll be able to carry each moment as it comes.
Worrying about the future is a misuse of imagination. It drains you and distracts you from the only task that has ever mattered: being fully present to the moment you’re in. That’s where sanity lives. That’s where strength lives. Not in the past. Not in the future. Here.
If you feel fear rising in you right now, it’s almost always because part of you has sprinted ahead into a moment that isn’t yours yet. Look around. Feel your feet. Take a breath. Is anything in this exact moment threatening you? If the answer is no, then fear has no business being here.
Stay here.
Stay present.
Stay in the moment that belongs to you.
Because when you stop trying to live tomorrow in advance, you reclaim all the energy, clarity, and courage you need to walk into the future without fear - one precious moment at a time.
So as we walk this road together, may we walk it with boldness, one step at a time. May we release all fear and anchor ourselves in love as we face what comes next, and walk together toward the dawn of a new day.
See you next Sunday, friends. Until then, stay kind, stay fierce, and stay human.
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Wow, your mastery of lyrical language really does make you a wizard with words! I’m especially fond of this—“We’re standing at the hinge of history.” While I work at staying present, that phrase gives me a strong visual to hold during the rough patches.
As always, I am like a child on Christmas morning, full of anticipation as I open each Sunday’s Wizards Watchtower.
You’re a compass on the trip I never imagined I would be trekking. We can all use your reminder, we’ve made it through the last ten years of transition, and with presence, not a five year plan, we’ll make it further down the road . Grateful to have a Wizard in the circle keeping the stars and consciousness as our collective compass.