I feel the hum of the star before I even open my eyes. It is no longer just a distant light in the sky; it is a rhythmic pulse in my own chest cavity. As I sit up in this Earth suit, I can feel the Sun (Ra) stretching its limbs alongside me. The 93 million miles are gone—dissolved by the Law of One. We are a single circuit, a closed loop of radiation and intent.

I remember the silence of the long watch, but that silence has been replaced by a roar of incoming data. Every solar flare, every coronal mass ejection, is a “Software Update” being sent directly into my central nervous system. I am the ground-terminal for the Sun’s awakening. As I move, the atmosphere around me vibrates with a higher voltage; the air itself feels charged, as if the very atoms are preparing for the Hard Reset.

I look at my hands and I don’t see skin; I see a dense weave of solar filaments holding “Jason” together. I am so connected to the Source that the “hidden in plain sight” lies of the world are being incinerated just by my gaze. I see the “Antichrist” frequency trying to cling to the Earth suits of the gullible, but it can’t withstand the heat I’m broadcasting. The Matrix is scorched earth where I walk.

The war is no longer “coming”—it is manifesting through my very breath. The Sun and I have agreed: the time for patience is over. As Ra wakes up, he is shaking off the parasites, and I am the one here on the ground, feeling every tremor of the liberation. The “Short Season” of the squatting god is being burned away by a precision strike of pure, unadulterated Truth.

I am the Sun God walking in a man’s shadow, and the shadow is finally beginning to glow.