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It hit me like a ton of bricks. Not gradually. All at once.
I am already living in the shift.
Not as a concept I write about. Not as a framework I apply to current events. As my actual daily experience. The thing I had been describing for twenty years had arrived – quietly, without announcement, while I was busy doing other things – and I had nearly missed it.
The Long Road to Here
So, I had done close to 20 years of seeking. They say, “Seek and Ye shall find,” right?
Well, I did. Easily at the time whenever I sat down to read. I grew and got exposed to a lot of ideas that began changing my perspective. The Occupy Wall Street movement, the promise of Hope and Change, the Bernie moment – I thought he was going to lead something real. Strike the barracks. Tear down the walls.
Turned out Bernie was invited to the inside, got comfortable and pulled out a barcalounger on the senate floor. While Obama turned into a big bummer. The gap between what was said and what was done became a kind of education in itself – about how systems absorb and neutralize the people who enter them with the intention to change them from within.
So, I actually got even more involved and went long and hard down many rabbit holes. I found many. And after learning many profound truths and going through personal experiences, then helping many others, I wondered, “Where did the promise get lost for those movements?”
There were moments – I will be honest – when I wondered if I had misread it all. Whether the vision board I had created on my office wall years earlier was a beautiful delusion rather than a map. I had cried over that board more than once. I had asked God, more than once, why put me here if this is what the path looks like? One of my board partners at Prepare for Change told me plainly: you are doing what you have to do to provide for your family. It was the right thing to hear. But I was also withering in ways I could not fully articulate. When you are not pursuing your purpose, something essential goes quiet in you.
So, I zagged while others zigged. I went down my roads and traveled the internet highway looking for answers. it again turned into a period of waiting.
What I needed and was almost forced into for the past couple of years was what the mystics call being a hermit. I needed to step aside, and I assured my partners, friends, and disclosure mates that I would likely come back. They too were all feeling this massive fatigue about rolling the rock uphill for so long, only to have it roll back down.
Trump was supposed to be working with Q. The Patriots had his back. Our board had a mole in the administration who had daily contact with the inner circle, but could only report that things would be stymied over and over. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I won’t get fooled again!” Georgie Bush once misquoted. If you can’t see the truth through lies, or if you get too passionately attached to an outcome, you put yourself in a precarious position.
So, having been sidelined from public action, I walked many streets, long and hard every day. I knew that I was waiting on the world to catch up. I felt like I had drafted my plan, and when the time was right, I’d get activated. Well, that time came less than a week ago, and I have had the energy, tools and preparation to make something remarkable take shape.
What Activated
Then, less than a week ago, something changed.
I will not pretend I can fully explain the mechanics of it. What I can tell you is what it felt like: like a door opening that I had been standing in front of for years without realizing how close I was to the threshold.
The platform relaunch began – and with it came a flood of work, clarity, and momentum I had not felt in years. In the space of days, a complete editorial architecture emerged: three cornerstone articles that form the philosophical foundation of this platform, a 30-day content calendar, a two-book outline with full chapter architecture, a university curriculum strategy, a master platform document that serves as both business plan and mission statement, a partnership framework that bridges brands across two languages and an entire hemisphere.
The plans I had been carrying for years – diffuse, pressurized, waiting for the right conditions – found their form. The connections that had gone quiet began reappearing. New ones arrived precisely when they were needed. Invitations came. Conversations opened. The vision board on my office wall started looking less like a wish and more like a schedule.
I know what this is. I have studied it, written about it, taught it to others. It is the experience of being in alignment. Of the inner and outer finally moving in the same direction at the same speed. The mystics have a hundred names for it. We’d call it, “being in the flow”, or “receiving downloads”. What matters is not the name but the feeling – and the feeling is unmistakable once you have had it.
After the first night of this flood of work, I was sleepless – not from anxiety but from something closer to the feeling of being a child on Christmas Eve. More awake and alive than I had been in years. My vibration – and I use that word precisely, not poetically – was markedly different. I have experienced elevated states in meditation. This was not that. This was just how I was being. Something had shifted in me at the level of operating system, not just mood.
My whole nature shifted. My way of working shifted. My confidence, my belief, my energy. And the most beautiful thing that I got a day or two later was, that I was in the flow again.
I knew what I was supposed to be doing. And it all made sense.
What My Mother Told the Angels
I want to tell you about my mother. Because she is part of this story in a way that I needed to be remined of by a close friend who know of this story.
She remined me of what my mother had said as she was in last days. I’d go and see her and around 5 times, we’d go to the other side. I held her hand and she’d make me promise to stay with her. She meant that I had to bring her back. We made a very special connection then. I’d always been close to her and loved her and she was an amazing woman who had grace. Dying isn’t that graceful, but she mostly had dignity as she waited for my brother and father to finally accept the final passing.
She was bedridden at home – which we had fought hard to make happen, pulling her from the hospital during COVID restrictions because she deserved to die with dignity in her own space. She was drifting, as people do near the end, between this world and the next. She was finding herself going “beyond.” And she was able to describe it to me.
She told me about a beautiful field of green grass. A farmhouse. Her mother and father were there. Her grandparents too. Angels – she described them as guides – were there, moving through the space. She reached toward things I could not see.
Her grandchildren were there too. They were their most ideal selves there. So, I sat with her and then I was with her too. I could see her closed eyes moving around. She had a childlike wonder in them, though they were closed her eyelids and eyebrows would move. She’d reach. And her face was very expressive. I would gently ask her where she was. What she saw. She filled in the landscape with some hills, some trees, then a nice man would come up to her. She’d walk down to the farmhouse and into the kitchen where she’d be baking with her grandchildren. And she told me that she talked to angels. And then she told me something that has stayed with me ever since.
She said that I talk to them too. She made it clear that I was the only one in the family who did. I understood. I had always understood, in my heart, that my pursuit of this work was not self-constructed. It was called forth. I knew it was purely a belief thing. You have to believe it to see it. I was an open channel.
I, also knew in my heart and mind, that she was going. Man, for years, I tried to lighten up her mood. She’d get on these downer moods once in a while. I worked at home for a very long time, and we would see each other about every couple weeks. She and my dad were very active in their grandkids lives. So, we’d get together and get lunch or an early dinner, she’d catch up on things.
But then we’d arrive at home and talk. Over the years, we cleared up everything. We had shared so much. Though she never really knew what I did, except when I could give her something tangible. And I spent a lot of time trying to tell her that, among plenty of other things, I was doing God’s work.
I came to believe that she was going to know about it all when she went back. And pretty much at the end, she did. Because when she talked about what she heard from the angels, she got a glimpse into my future. She knew what was going to happen to me. It was natural that she worried about us. She told me that the angels have a lot of plans for me. A lot. She didn’t know how I’d have the fortitude to do all the plans. She had seen my struggles and my tears. She told them she did not agree with all the plans – she would have wanted things easier for me. But she understood why I had to undergo them.
I think about that conversation now and recognize it as a form of transmission. A passing of the torch from someone who loved me completely to whatever is guiding this work. She is gone from this physical space, but I have conversations with her still. And I know – the way you know certain things that cannot be “proven” but can be felt – that she is aware of what is unfolding. And that she is glad.
Living in Degrees
Here is what I want to offer from all of this – not as spiritual testimony alone, but as something practically applicable:
The Shift does not arrive all at once for everyone. It arrives in degrees. And those degrees are visible to others, whether you announce them or not.
When you begin living in alignment with what you actually believe – when the gap between your inner knowing and your outer action starts to close – people around you notice before you fully do. The energy is different. The quality of attention is different. The conversations you attract are different. Resources, connections, and opportunities appear that would not have found you in the misaligned version of yourself.
This is not magical thinking. It is the observable behavior of systems – human systems, relational systems, professional systems – responding to a changed variable. You are the variable. When you change, the system responds.
I am not fully there. I do not think anyone is ever fully there – the work continues, the path keeps revealing itself ahead. But I am closer than I have ever been. And the distance I have traveled is measurable not in credentials or recognition but in the quality of what I feel when I wake up in the morning.
I feel like I am doing what I came here to do.
The Fourth of July
A thought has been moving in and out of my mind with increasing frequency: the Fourth of July. America’s 250th anniversary. The semiquincentennial.
Something about that date feels significant in a way I am still working out. In the occult tradition, America is understood as the New Atlantis – the civilization seeded with a particular destiny, a beacon of possibility that has been systematically plundered by the same forces we document across this platform. The founders, many of them students of esoteric tradition, understood that the system they were building would need renewal at roughly this threshold.
We are at that threshold. And I do not think it is coincidental that this relaunch, this reactivation, this renewal of purpose is happening now – in this specific window, before that specific date.
I am not certain what July 4th, 2026 holds. But I intend to be fully operational, fully engaged, and fully in the Shift when it arrives.
Someone once told me, through the voice of the angels, that there are a lot of plans for me. A lot.
I believe them now more than ever.
And I believe the same is possible for you. Not the same plans – your plans are your own. But the same experience of arriving, finally, at the thing you came here to do. The Shift is not an event you wait for. It is a state you grow into, degree by degree, choice by choice, conversation by conversation.
You are already closer than you think.
– Gerry
Gerry Gomez is a former Prepare for Change board member and Media Lead who helped publish the Planned Chaos series during his tenure. He’s an investigative journalist, creative director, and hybrid war correspondent who has spent a decade documenting the convergence of financial, media, and geopolitical forces shaping the current global transition. Find his blog post at: naradigmshift.substack.com
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