In today’s meditation, I found myself in a tower that immediately evoked feelings similar to Vatican City – a sovereign space unto itself. The vision unfolded in distinct scenes, each carrying its own weight and significance.

The Upper Room

The scene opened in a well-appointed room with clear details: a desk, shelving, a small seating area, and a drink cart. Some elements were crystal clear while others remained slightly hazy, suggesting parts of this future are still in flux. Below, a crowd’s muffled roar rose up from the ground.

Trump stood at the window, looking down at the gathered people below. The parallel to Vatican City wasn’t about religious significance but something else – perhaps about sovereignty, about a space operating under its own rules.

An Unspoken Agreement

The elevator announced itself with a soft ding, and Kamala Harris entered. What followed was a moment laden with unspoken meaning – she remained out of public view while still present in the space, invisible to the crowd below but very much part of what was unfolding.

“Are you going to tell them?” she asked.

Trump’s “No” carried finality, and her nod of acknowledgment spoke volumes. She turned and walked away, carrying what I sensed as a heavy weight – not of betrayal, but of necessary secrecy. Something was happening behind the scenes, actions invisible to the public eye but vital nonetheless.

The Final Gesture

After Kamala’s departure, Trump moved to the railing outside. The Washington Monument stood distant against the sky, anchoring this scene firmly in DC. His grip on the iron railing – notably with just one hand – while waving to the crowd with the other, carried symbolic weight. It felt like the end, or perhaps the beginning of the end. A tenuous grip on power made visible through this simple gesture.

Hidden Passages

Following Kamala’s path revealed more layers to this vision. The elevator opened on the opposite side – a detail that feels significant in itself – and led to a secret door. While she physically left the space, there was an absolute certainty that she wasn’t truly “leaving” in any real sense. Her exit was both literal and metaphorical, physical and symbolic.

The vision ended firmly at this door, a clear boundary between what I was meant to see and what remains hidden. Like many significant moments in history, we’re shown the surface actions while the deeper currents remain obscured.

A Note on Vibrations

The vibrational quality of this vision was notably mid-range, which I’m learning corresponds to specific locations in my perception. The vibration deepened significantly during Trump’s final moment at the railing, suggesting the weight of what was unfolding.

Final Thoughts

Some visions come with clear interpretations, while others are meant to be understood in their own time. This one feels like the latter – a glimpse into moments that will make more sense as they unfold. What’s clear is that public perception and private reality stand apart here, with actions and decisions playing out behind the scenes that may never be fully visible to the watching crowd below.

The clarity of certain elements suggests these events are largely fixed, even if their manifestation may vary. For now, this is what was meant to be seen – no more, no less. Like Kamala disappearing through that secret door, some aspects of this future remain deliberately hidden, waiting for their proper time to be revealed.