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As the clock ticks through this window of high alert, the nation stands at a crossroads. We are caught between the logical desire to find a rational explanation for the chaos of 2025 and the growing, undeniable feeling that we are participants in a much larger, much older drama. The attacks of January were the cracks in the dam; these next few hours are the sound of the water beginning to rush through. Whether this alert ends in another set of catastrophic events or in a quiet, uneasy peace, the American psyche has been irrevocably changed.
We have learned that the world can turn on a dime, that a clear sky can become a battlefield in seconds, and that the “ordinary” is a fragile illusion. The prophecy being discussed is not necessarily about the end of the world, but about the end of the world as we knew it—a world where we felt we had mastered the elements and predicted the future. As the lightning of 2025 showed us, there are still forces that can surprise us, still events that defy the grid, and still moments where all we can do is wait and watch.
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