No deltas for today, but there are some whoppers for tomorrow. 32 of them in fact.

https://qalerts.app/?q=Jul+08

My take on the current soap opera playing out in the media & interwebz:

Drama = eyeballs and attention

Draw the attention, then bring forward what you want ppl to see. Doesn’t matter how you get them to pay attention, just that they do.

I think all of the threads being pinged right now are going to converge. When? I dunno.
Exactly how? I dunno.

But I do know that it all feels fake af and I, personally, think the stage is being set for a massive reveal.

I am not worried.
I’m comfy.

When I was a child, I wasn't allowed to be upset. I wasn't allowed to be hurt. I wasn't allowed to feel neglected and boy if I showed it? I never knew what would happen. The threat of violence lingered and was acted upon just enough to keep us in line. The silence was deafening and I never knew how long it would last. The love was a tightrope and as hard as I tried to balance on that line, occasionally it would get shaken anyway and I'd fall off.

There was a period of time where I chose to step off that tight rope and became stronger, happier and found myself.
I found my way to resilience.
Real love.
Then...I forgave.
I forgot what it was like.
I let the past go because things were different. There was space and distance and I was no longer a defenseless child. I could hold my own. At least, that's what I told myself. That's what I believed for a time.

I had changed. I had grown but their psychological abuse never stopped. It just became more subtle. It colored within the lines I'd drawn.

I played small, mimicking the survival I learned as a child.... Making sure that no matter what I did, no matter what I said, I didn't "go there".

Because telling the truth had consequences and I was the one the bill would be forwarded to.

My body racked up these charges.

In the height of my despair and pain after the suicide of my brother, I let my real feelings show. I don't even remember doing it - Saying what I truly felt about my childhood. I was raw and those wounds had all been ripped open as I stared at my brother, lifeless and hooked up to tubes.

Eventually.... That truth made it's way back to her. And again, I was confronted with the bill.

A bill my body couldn't afford to pay anymore. Electrical pulses shot through my body. I was shaking uncontrollably, flooded with cortisol. My heart threatened to explode out of my chest, my lungs wanted to implode.

Then came weeks of silence as the "final notice" stared back at me every day. An echo of my childhood. A gifted pause which allowed my body to release stored memory after stored memory, causing a continuous release of cortisol as the days stretched on and her anger lingered.

As much as I knew I didn't do anything wrong, I fought every urge to console, comfort and apologize to her for the wounds she inflicted.

I was a ghost. I couldn't give my children the attention they deserved. I felt no joy. My mind was stuck in a loop replaying everything over and again, searching for another perspective to cling to.

I was in the middle of the ocean, on a cruise ship with my family after years of saving for that trip. I was staring up at the full moon wondering why I felt so miserable when all I'd done was speak the truth in a moment of raw vulnerability, after losing one of the most important people in my life.

That's when I realized, I couldn't afford it anymore. I was bankrupt, my credit line had maxed out and I couldn't keep paying for her love with checks signed by my silence.

I had to choose. Pay for her peace by continuing to suppress my pain deep into my tissue, nerves and joints? Steal time, energy and attention from my children to keep paying for her love that had become an anchor to my heart?

I had a moment of clarity, staring at that moon hovering right above me. I shifted focus to the gratitude I felt for my own children, my own family. I remembered how once upon a time I had longed for the kind of love I felt from my husband and my four sweet kids. I allowed myself to feel the joy I deserved to feel, knowing how many reasons I had to live. They were the ones I owed the world to. They were the ones who needed me healed.

I recognized I was just done.

I was done suppressing my authentic feelings. I was done pleading "guilty" when the prosecutor was the one who had done the crime.

So without hesitation, I cut the rope. I sent the bill back with a note - "return to sender". I re-attached my anchor to the family I had worked so hard to build.

Despite everything, I had found my way to true love. I had learned that real love isn't a tightrope. Real love doesn't require me to shrink in order to exist. Real love seeks out and reconciles the truth. Real love splits the bills that come with hard truths through self accountability and grace for two.

I have been healing ever since, and I will continue to.

@EmbersfromAsh

We all said we wanted to see mass arrests. Well, if you've been watching closely the last ~6 months, we have been seeing just that.

Let's keep an eye on what happens in the coming weeks and months following Trump dropping the "hammer" on Friday...

There is no legal or Constitutional requirement for POTUS to use a gavel when signing a bill...

This was a signal....

"Nothing is Random. Everything has meaning"

Operation Midnight Hammer

Now Operation Apex Hammer

A 17 dropped right into the stats...

Alina Habba at the wheel...

Much more of this to follow....

"What happens when a blockade (threat) is dismantled & removed?"

FIRE AT WILL COMMANDER

https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2025/07/05/report-federal-officials-arrest-more-than-200-criminals-in-joint-operation/

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This article made me think of this too.
Happy Hunting?!

Perhaps the hammers are hidden in plain sight.

https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2025/07/05/report-federal-officials-arrest-more-than-200-criminals-in-joint-operation/

Great info on Lady’s channel about the Rainmaker, a company owned by Augustus Doricko.

https://news.1rj.ru/str/LadyQfTheLake17/77070

If you’ll recall, General Flynn was highlighting this regarding the Texas flooding
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This is Augustus on a Podcast talking about how floods are VERY possible.