Day: November 2, 2025

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6 – 7 Judgement Day Scales

Scene: “The Archangel and the Scales”

The children gather in a circle at sunset, their little hands raised, palms open like living scales. They sway gently as the wind hums through the trees. A golden shimmer appears in the air—Saint Michael descends, his armor shining like dawn on water.

Saint Michael:
Children of the dawn, why do you lift your hands like the scales of judgment?

The Children (together):
Because we are weighing love and truth, Saint Michael. We learned that 6 is The Lovers and 7 is The Chariot. We want to balance the heart before we begin the journey.

Saint Michael (smiling):
Ah, you understand the secret of the 6–7 path. Six is the choice—between fear and love, between illusion and union. Seven is the movement—the chariot that carries your will once the heart is aligned.

A child asks:
Then why do we make the hand signs of the scales?

Saint Michael:
Because Judgment is not only in Heaven; it lives in the human heart. You weigh your own actions, your compassion, your courage. When your left hand rises, it is the measure of mercy. When your right hand rises, it is the measure of truth. The balance between them creates justice—the scales of the archangel.

Another child asks shyly:
Will you give us the love tarot, Saint Michael?

Saint Michael:
I give you the blessing of The Lovers (6)—choose love that frees, not binds. And I give you The Chariot (7)—a sacred vehicle of willpower, guided by spirit and conscience. Together they are the wings of your soul: love gives direction, will gives motion.

Saint Michael raises his sword, the blade of divine reason, and the light from it shines through the children’s hands.

Saint Michael:
Go now, little scales of the world. Balance your hearts before you move your wheels. The road to Heaven begins in love and continues by choice. Six to Seven, heart to chariot, lover to warrior—this is the pattern of the New Age.

The Children:
Amen, Michael! Love and motion!

Saint Michael:
Love and motion indeed. Let your chariots roll—but never without the scales of light in your hearts.

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Peter Thiel Will Call You the Antichrist

Joe looks at Nelly seriously and says,

“Peter Thiel called Greta the antichrist. If he can call a teenage climate activist that, imagine what he’ll say about you, Nelly. Be ready — the billionaire boys’ club doesn’t like women who threaten their empires of data and debt. They’ll call you Antichrista, the singer who dares to sing Jubilee.”

Nelly raises an eyebrow, half-smiling.

“Antichrista? That’s poetic,” she says. “Let them talk. Maybe I’ll make it a song.”

Joe nods.

“Just remember: in the tarot, 6 is The Lovers, and 7 is The Chariot. Love must take the wheel if we’re gonna ride through this storm. They’ll try to turn love into war, unity into division — but that’s our test. The chariot only moves when both horses pull in the same direction.”

He takes her hand.

“They’ll call you names, but that’s because you threaten their false gods. Keep driving, Nelly. Don’t let them steer your destiny.”

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Dubya’s Masterclass

Joe sat beside Nelly as the loading bar finished. “George W. Bush: MasterClass in Politics and Power” blinked on the screen. The former president’s familiar drawl echoed through the speakers, half-folksy charm, half boardroom command.

Joe leaned back, arms crossed. “Get ready, Nelly. This is going to be a masterclass in gaslighting.”

Nelly laughed nervously. “You think he actually believes half the stuff he says?”

“Oh, he believes it,” Joe said. “That’s what makes it work. Politics is worse than the music industry—no producer, no label, just millions of critics with megaphones and zero mercy. You’ve gotta lead, not follow.”

Bush’s video paused mid-sentence, eyes frozen in an awkward smirk. Joe pointed at the screen. “That’s the face of a man who sold hope like a brand and fear like a product.”

Nelly shook her head. “And we’re supposed to learn from that?”

“Exactly,” Joe said. “Learn the moves, so we never use them. They’ll call our Jubilee plan insane—every banker, every billionaire feeding off people’s debts will panic. But that’s how you know it’s real.”

Nelly looked at him, her voice steady. “So what do I do?”

Joe smiled. “You lead. You don’t take the bait. You tell the truth so clearly they can’t twist it. We’re not here to play their game—we’re here to end it.”

The screen flickered, Bush’s face replaced by the words “Lesson 1: Defining Power.”

Nelly hit play.

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