When the Veil Thins: What MTG and Candace Owens Reveal About the Collapse of the Political Industrial Complex

This week, two very different public figures —a sitting U.S. Congresswoman and a global media personality —released statements that shook the political world within hours of each other. Not because of the politics attached to their names, but because of what their words signaled:

A fracture.

A breaking point.

A confession of something deeper happening beneath the surface.

Marjorie Taylor Greene, one of the most polarizing members of Congress, posted a five-page resignation letter announcing that her final day in office will be January 5th, 2026. Her language wasn’t the typical “I’m stepping down to spend more time with my family.” It was something else. Something raw. Something that sounded like a person who finally stopped pretending.

She wrote of betrayal, targeting, the political industrial complex, and the machine in Washington that “devours” anyone who refuses to obey it. She spoke of foreign influence, elite donor classes, Big Pharma, Big Tech, and the Military Industrial Complex controlling what should be the people’s house. She described years of being used as a political weapon, discarded, and threatened by the very structure she once defended.

And then, hours later, Candace Owens published a statement so shocking that even her critics had to pause. She claimed a high-ranking French government insider warned her that her assassination had been greenlit by Macron, carried out through specialized military units. Whether one believes this claim is beside the point … the real message was in the tone:

“If something happens to me, I want the world to know.”

“Let all be revealed.”

Two different women.

Two different spheres.

One shared thread:

The machine is cracking.

And the people inside it are finally saying it out loud.

This is not about agreeing with them.

It’s about recognizing the pattern.

We are living in a moment where the institutions that held power for decades — political parties, media giants, intelligence agencies, international alliances — are no longer able to maintain the illusion of unity, morality, or control. The people who once benefitted from these institutions are now calling them out. And not subtly.

They’re saying the quiet part loudly.

They’re saying what many ordinary Americans have felt for years:

There is a ruling class. And they’ve stopped pretending they work for us.

A Veil is Lifting — Politically and Spiritually

What’s happening right now is exactly what I’ve been writing about in The Lost Path to Freedom. You cannot build an empire on deception forever. Eventually the weight of its own corruption collapses inward — and the people who were once its most loyal defenders become unwilling witnesses.

Truth doesn’t rise quietly. It rips seams open.

This is not about left or right.

It’s not about Republican or Democrat.

It’s about the end of an era where political power operated in the shadows while the public was given a scripted performance.

The veil is thinning — spiritually, socially, politically.

And people are sensing it.

Fear is the First Stage of Revelation

When systems collapse, the people inside them often panic. They lash out. They reveal secrets. They say things they once would have buried to protect their careers.

They tell the truth because the truth has become safer than silence.

That is the energy we are seeing now:

Panic mixed with confession.

Fear mixed with revelation.

Power mixed with collapse.

This doesn’t mean we are doomed — it means the opposite.

Corruption is exposed right before it loses its hold.

When someone shows you the machinery behind the curtain, it is because the curtain is already burning.

The political industrial complex — the same one MTG named directly — is not invincible. It is decaying. It is being seen. And once something is seen, it cannot return to the shadows.

This is a moment of collective awakening.

Not just politically, but spiritually.

We are watching the same story that has played out across civilizations:

• The old guard grips tighter.

• The people grow restless.

• The truth leaks through unintended cracks.

• The empire, in its arrogance, exposes itself.

• And in the collapse — new paths open.

This is not the end of America.

This is the end of pretending.

And that, in a strange way, is freedom.

Let all be revealed.

And let us keep walking the path back to truth, back to integrity, back to what was lost and is now returning.

The people are waking up.

The systems are shaking.

And the truth — finally — is speaking for itself.

A Rose Among Philosophers: How Rousseau Led Me Home

A soul-guided journey through legacy, synchronicity, and the return to spiritual freedom

Some moments in life feel divinely timed—so layered with meaning that you know they were written into your story long before you arrived.

It started with a playful comment I made to fellow insurance agents:

“Let’s go to Amsterdam after our trip to Munich!”

We all laughed—but the name stuck. I became Amsterdam for the rest of the season.

That nickname would turn out to be a sign.

As I planned my travels, I felt pulled toward France. I reached out to my Uncle George, who my mother credited for recording our family tree, curious if there were any family connections there. That’s when he shared something I had never known: we are descended from Jean-Jacques Rousseau, through a man named Noël Rousseau—an ancestor who changed his surname to Rose when he fled to the New World in search of freedom from persecution.

It was a family secret, one my uncle may have carried quietly for years. I had lived my whole life unaware of the truth, and yet everything began to fall into place.

I started researching Rousseau’s work and discovered a novel I had never read: Julie, or the New Heloise.

My name.

And on the original title page, I saw the place where it was first published:

Amsterdam.

Julie… Amsterdam.

My nickname. My name. A divine breadcrumb, perfectly timed.

I followed it all the way to France.

The trip itself was far from smooth. The person I had planned it with left me after a tense night at the Moulin Rouge, canceling all of our future reservations.

On the street alone outside the show, admiring the iconic landmark.

I was suddenly alone. But I pressed on. I had an incredible experience alone in the Loire Valley the next morning, as if it was always supposed to happen that way. I had remembered being there before, though I had never been.

A tribute to Rousseau in a Loire Valley Chateau.

The next day, I then went to the Panthéon in Paris, where Rousseau is buried—only to arrive just minutes too late. I was turned away at the gate for having my ticket canceled.

Heartbroken, I walked away in tears… and that’s when I met him.

Outside the Panthéon.

Outside the resting place of my ancestor.

That’s where I met my fiancé.

Love, legacy, and freedom converged in a single moment I could never have scripted.

And now I understand: this path isn’t just mine. It’s inherited. Rousseau was one of the most influential voices of the Enlightenment—but not the godless radical many paint him to be. He was spiritual without dogma, deeply reverent of Jesus, and morally ahead of his time.

“If the life and death of Socrates are those of a sage, the life and death of Jesus are those of a god.”

(Émile)

He believed in the innate goodness of humanity, and in our natural empathy for animals:

“The blood of animals revolts us in our infancy, before habit has changed our nature.”

Like me, he believed true freedom comes from within—and that constraint placed upon conscience is the most dangerous kind.

“Happiness is the absence of constraint. The only chains that do not shackle are those we forge from love.”

(Julie, or the New Heloise)

That quote feels like it was left for me to find. And now I carry it forward—in my life, my work, and the book I’m writing: The Lost Path to Freedom.

This was never just a story about travel. It was a spiritual homecoming. A remembering. A breaking open of a secret long held in silence, finally ready to be lived out loud.

Follow my journey as I continue to explore this path.

[Instagram: @julietour]