TLDR: During meditation, I saw a vision involving Bernie Sanders, a sniper, and soldiers moving in the background. It hit me hard—literally—and I’m sharing it not to alarm, but to honor what came through. This could be symbolic or literal. I don’t know which. I just know I was meant to see it.

During meditation, I saw something I wasn’t prepared for. It came in clear, like a scene out of a film: a sniper, a man with a helmet, a rifle aimed. And then Bernie Sanders.

What followed was a sharp, throbbing pain on the right side of my head—so sudden it took my breath. It lingered, pulsing, and I felt disoriented. The image stayed with me, heavy and insistent.

Now, if you know me, you know I don’t go around shouting doom and gloom. I’m not the dramatic type. But when something sticks like that? When it hits my body like a tuning fork? I pay attention.

I sat with it. Tried to shake it off. But the vision wouldn’t go. And neither would the ache in my head. That tells me it wasn’t just a stray image or some wandering daydream—it was something deeper. Something alive.

And the vibe? It wasn’t just one guy taking aim. In the background were soldiers. Symbolic. Moving. A whole system shifting, something big already in motion. It wasn’t personal—it was part of a machine.

Now let me be clear: I don’t know if what I saw was literal or figurative. It could’ve been a metaphor for an ideological attack, or it could’ve been a glimpse of something more tangible. I’m not here to predict. I’m here to witness.

But here’s the part that rooted me: Bernie knew. In the vision, he wasn’t surprised. He was aware. He looked calm. Like someone who understands the risks of walking the path he chose. That hit me just as hard as the vision itself.

I’m not here to make claims or cause fear. That’s not me. I’m here to observe. To hold space. To say, “I saw this,” and let that be enough.

So I’m watching. I’m listening. And I’m honoring what came through—because sometimes just witnessing is the most powerful thing we can do.