Trump the Magician sets stage for another shocking reversal?

June 19, 2025

I’ve decided to mostly focus on right here, right now, in this blog. However, there are times when (one possible) 40,000 foot view seduces me. One of those times is now, because the combination of certain events, and their timing, feel uncannily precise and prescient.

Okay, here goes.

Re: Trump’s supposed Netanyahu-captured warmongering, Iran/Israel:

Let’s recall the “Mine’s a bigger button than yours” moment with the North Korean leader in 2018 . . .

“He said, ‘I have a red button on my desk.’ And I said, ‘No, I have a red button, too, and mine is bigger than yours. And mine works,’” Trump recalled of an exchange that he had with Kim.

(Trump himself recalled this exchange in August 2024.) 

Remember how terrified we all were?

And remember what happened next?

The two leaders met in June 2018 for a historic summit in Singapore, where it was the first meeting ever between a sitting U.S. president and a North Korean leader to discuss the denuclearization of the Korean Peninsula.

Okay, fast forward to now.

Could it be we are watching a similar situation play out? Clandestine thinks so, and claims that Trump’s relaxed body language proves it.

Okay, if so, just suppose Q was right. And yesterday’s 7-year delta proves it:

Moreover, as this clip shows, yesterday Trump mentioned that he used to be the hunted, and now “I am the hunter.” Echoes Q: “The hunters become the hunted.”

https://x.com/mjtruthultra/status/1935348846407860357?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

This was said during the flag raising at the White House. (Actually two flags, both on 88 foot tall poles that Trump himself purchased.)

Why has there not been a giant flag at the White House all along? Or was there? Did there used to be? What is the symbolism implied here? Remember: the Army was in full force during the April 14th parade — which was not only the 250th anniversary of the Army, and Trump’s 79th birthday, but, I just realized, also “flag day”!

Is the military still in town? Are corrupt politicians on both sides of the aisle about to go down? Or: have they already gone down — to GITMO, etc, years ago, and we are watching a movie, of doubles, clones, masked ones playing out the drama now that the people have seen enough so that they are actually ready to accept the take-down?

Does not the timing of the white house flag raising (i.e., I, Donald Trump, as U.S President, am in charge now) not throw Trump’s demand for an “unconditional surrender” from Iran’s Ayatollah into a brand new light? And the Ayatollah refused, saying Iran would “never surrender.” 

https://nypost.com/2025/06/17/us-news/trump-reveals-us-knows-where-irans-supreme-leader-is-hiding-but-wont-take-action-for-now-easy-target/

So now what?

I can’t help but think that there is another power move at play, as with Kim in 2018. And that, once again, Trump (or, possibly, the Trump Brand directed by the White Hats) will use this gigantic psy-op that makes the entire population fear that we’re about to be detonated by WW III to help reframe global civilization’s current discontents.

And, is Israel next? Another Q echo: “Save Israel for last.”

Meanwhile, funny meme:

 

 

 

Abruptly, I shift from F.E.A.R. into Aliveness . . .

June 18, 2025

Note: And I do mean abruptly! In the middle of composing this post I shifted. Spelling out my feelings in words on the page “did the trick.” To wit:

This Friday, I plan to attend a weekend Dances of Universal Peace event in Fort Wayne Indiana, about three hours driving time from here. No big deal.

And yet, I am leery, anxious. Given what seems to be the uneasy eruptive state of the whole world, will travel even be possible over this weekend? Because who knows what could happen! The long-term cultural psyopian “reality” we’ve all been subjected to over these many years has definitely infected my internal composure. Constant alertness, fight or flight status, seems to be required, if I am to be-lie-ve any of the X posts that its algorithm pushes my way.

Or is this just the remaining PTSD from my childhood that’s come roaring back, in what Quantum Tumbler, my latest astonishing find on X, would call “a recursion loop,” to be expected, and even welcomed, worked with?

Or is this “just” the fact that yes, as an all-too-human being on planet earth in 2025, I am continuously immersed in the dystopian mayhem aimed to turn us all into compost?

Or, I should say, I continue to be immersed. For this internal shit-storm is nothing new, as I said. Frankly, I remember being astonished when we made it through the millennium shift. And to even imagine, twenty years ago, that we would be still here in 2025 was impossible.

Obviously, I need the Dances of Universal Peace this weekend. These dances, this movement, this consciously invoked social, spiritual permaculture, is a lifeline for me.

Here’s what I wrote about last year’s event. Getting excited already!

DANCING IN AN AQUARIAN GROUP, shot through with aliveness

And yet, as my son Colin Cudmore (paralyzed from waist down for the past three years, with mild to severe nerve pain 24×7) and I, in discussion this morning over the phone, recognized — and this is something each of us has long known separately, and now, because of our long phone calls during his new status as a “disabled” person, we now realize we’ve known together: We’ve been dreaming together all this time, of a world in which humans are connected like flocks of birds in the sky, attuned to one another without even realizing it. 

And it’s true!

The proof? We both, and separately, have long recognized: there should be way more highway “accidents.” Driving at 65 miles per hour, crowded above and behind and across five lanes on an interstate highway, with cars rushing towards us only six feet away — and yet all of us “following the rules of the road,” at ease, pretty much, our driver bodies carried along by the communal flow, the unconscious current of aliveness that courses through and connects all of us and all beings, of whatever size or form, on or in this gigantic biome we call Earth, inside its own gigantic biome with planets and stars and galaxies. None of us alone. All of us together, at-one, inexorably.

Fear? That’s F.E.A.R. False Evidence Appearing Real.

I knew all that back during covid. Somehow I rallied to find and inhabit my larger self during that era when most people did not.

I now find it again, today, this moment, this precious moment in this vibrant 82-year-old body on this beautiful planet, with birds singing just outside my window and eruptive green everywhere.