What is surfacing through the Epstein files is an organized, protected system for the trafficking and abuse of women and children, run by men and women at the highest levels of power. We are seeing two, maybe three percent. They are betting we exhaust ourselves and go back to sleep. If we do, we hand them carte blanche to do whatever they want, forever, in ways that will only escalate. Because if the desecration of women and children goes unanswered, there is no floor. There is nothing they will not do. What is sacred right now is our full presence and collective force behind every effort to expose and eliminate human trafficking in all its forms. The women and children cannot speak for themselves. We are what they have.

The full piece is below for those who want to go deeper….

You thought it was a parable.
A cautionary tale from a book your grandmother kept on her nightstand. Something that happened to a people long ago in a desert civilization that had lost its way. Something God dealt with so we wouldn’t have to.

It is not ancient history.
It is underneath your nose. Right now. Today. In the buildings where laws are made, in the offices where entertainment is greenlit, in the private rooms of the most powerful people on earth.

The depravity described in those ancient texts, the trading of the innocent, the ritualized abuse of the vulnerable, the culture of powerful men taking whatever and whoever they wanted, we did not leave that behind.

We just gave it better security clearances and more effective legal teams.

And they have been watching us.
This is the part I need you to sit with, fully, without flinching.

What is being dripped to us through the Epstein files is not accidental disclosure. It is not the heroic work of justice finally breaking through. The redactions alone tell you that. Two, maybe three percent. Heavily obscured. Just enough to make you feel something without giving you enough to act decisively.

This is a test.
They are looking at us the way a scientist looks at a specimen. Clinically. Curiously. With a slight smirk behind the data.

How much will they tolerate?
How long will the outrage last this time? Will they demand everything, or will they exhaust themselves on the fragments we’ve given them and eventually reach for the remote?

They have run this experiment before. They know the results. They know that human emotional capacity has a ceiling, that sustained moral fury is metabolically expensive, that the population will cycle through shock, rage, grief, helplessness, and then, mercifully for them, distraction.

They are not releasing these files despite their power. They are releasing them because of it. Calibrated drips over a long enough timeline to exhaust our emotional bodies. To run us through the rollercoaster until we are too depleted to stay on the ride. A promise here. A revelation there. A moment where it feels like justice is actually coming, then a crash. Then silence. Then another drip.

They are playing our nervous systems like an instrument they have spent decades learning to play.

This is Sodom and Gomorrah.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally.

The ancient accounts describe a culture where the powerful did whatever they wanted to whoever they wanted, where the innocent had no protection, where the machinery of society had been fully captured by those who viewed other human beings as objects for their use and pleasure.

Where it had gone on so long, and become so normalized among those in power, that they had lost the capacity to even feel the wrongness of it.

That is what we are looking at.
And here is the part of that story that does not get taught enough…the cities were not destroyed by external enemies.

They collapsed under the weight of what they had allowed to become normal. Under the weight of what good people had decided they could not stop.
We are at that moment.
Not a moment like it. That moment.

If we move on from this, and I mean the full Epstein network, everything above and behind and connected to it, the governance structures, the financial arrangements, the systems that protected it for decades, not just Epstein himself but the entire architecture of power that made him possible, if we allow the news cycle to carry this away like everything else, then we have handed them something irreversible.

Carte blanche.
Complete. Total. Unconditional permission.

They will not celebrate quietly. They will not be relieved and retreat into more cautious behavior. They will escalate.

Because that is what unchecked power always does. It reads tolerance as invitation.

They are already scoffing. Already chuckling in rooms we will never be allowed into. Already watching our feeds and our trending topics and calculating exactly how many more news cycles they need to survive before this becomes another closed chapter in a country with a very short memory.

Look at them. We showed them a glimpse of what we do. And they’re already moving on.

That cannot be our ending.

This goes far beyond Jeffrey Epstein.
What is actually being revealed, for those willing to look past the headline name, is that our entire governance architecture is compromised.

Not one party. Not one nation. Not one industry. The rot is systemic, transnational, and it has been carefully cultivated over generations by people who understood that controlling those who make the rules means you are above the rules.

The most important thing, the most sacred civic responsibility of any civilization worthy of the name, is that its most vulnerable members are safe. Children. Women. Those without power or voice or access.

The measure of a society is not its GDP or its military strength or the gleaming architecture of its cities.

It is whether the most innocent among us can move through the world without being hunted.

We have failed that measure catastrophically. And we have failed it not because the darkness was too powerful to stop, but because enough of us looked away long enough for it to become infrastructural.

We need leaders, in every domain, who have genuine love in their chest. Not strategic compassion. Not PR-managed empathy. Leaders who would personally go out of their way, at personal cost, to ensure the most vulnerable are protected.

Leaders who lose sleep over the innocent. Leaders who feel the weight of governance as a sacred trust, not a leverage point.

Those leaders are possible. They exist. But they will only emerge and hold power in a society that demands them, that refuses to be governed by anything less, that holds the standard relentlessly and does not lower it for convenience or exhaustion or the promise of lesser evils.

We have to become that society. Starting now. Starting with this.

I want to say something directly about the spiritual community. My community. The meditators, the plant medicine ceremonialists, the consciousness explorers, the ones doing deep inner work…

We are being tested too.
There is a version of spiritual development that becomes its own kind of gated community.

A beautiful, incense-scented, high-vibration enclosure where we tend our inner worlds with exquisite care while the outer world burns.

We have our practices, our ceremonies, our retreats, our breathwork, our integration circles. We speak of holding space and expanding consciousness and embodying the Divine.

And then something like this surfaces and we are tempted, profoundly tempted, to process it inward. To find our equanimity around it. To not let it pull us into lower vibrational states. To trust in Divine timing and the arc of the universe bending toward justice on its own schedule.

That is not spirituality. That is spiritual privilege dressed in the language of evolution.

The deepest traditions, the ones that actually forged Warriors of consciousness, never separated inner development from outer responsibility.

The Bodhisattva vow is not to achieve personal enlightenment while the world suffers. The Warrior path is not to cultivate peace exclusively within your own being while children are being trafficked by people who drink champagne at galas.

Your equanimity is the ground you stand on while you fight. Not the reason you stop fighting.

So what does this actually demand of us?

Not performance. Not viral outrage that burns bright for seventy-two hours and then gets archived. Not the satisfying feeling of sharing a post and considering yourself awake.

Sustained, quiet, daily, unrelenting refusal to normalize this.

In every conversation you are in where this comes up and someone says well, we’ll never really know or there’s nothing we can do about people that powerful, you hold the line.

You do not let the conversation move toward resignation. You speak the demand for full disclosure, for unredacted files, for complete and unflinching investigation and prosecution of every person implicated regardless of their status or connections, every single time.

In every sphere of influence you hold, business, community, family, public platform, you make it clear that the standard for leadership is not charisma or effectiveness or wealth creation.

The standard is moral integrity and demonstrated love for the vulnerable. You do not let lesser standards pass without naming them.

You do not let your children, your nieces, your nephews, your community’s young ones out of your awareness.

You build cultures of protection around them. You teach them early and clearly about power, about the ways it can be misused, about their own sovereignty.
You make sure they know they can tell you anything.

And you stay awake. Week after week. Month after month. When it is no longer trending. When the next distraction has successfully captured everyone else’s attention. When you are tired and it feels futile and a voice inside you says this is bigger than any one person can affect.
That voice is the test.

In the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, the question was whether even a handful of righteous people could be found.

Whether the minimum threshold of moral courage existed within the population.
That is the question being asked of us right now.

Not whether we are majority good. Not whether we care in principle. Not whether we feel bad about it.
Whether we will act from that goodness, consistently, in the direction of justice, without stopping, without being distracted, without being emotionally exhausted into silence.

The innocent are not a distant abstraction. They are the children in your life right now. The ones who look at you with complete trust. The ones who have no idea that the people responsible for the world they are inheriting have been operating without conscience or consequence for decades.

They are counting on us to not go back to sleep.

Not on the system. Not on a political hero.
On us.

This is Sodom and Gomorrah.

And it is up to us.

Do not look back.

Keep walking forward. Every single day.