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.

Signs from Heaven, Shifts on Earth: A Reflection on Meeting RFK Jr.

By Julie Tourangeau @julietour

“Synchronicity is an ever-present reality for those who have eyes to see.” – Carl Jung

I’ve lived enough life to know a sign from God when I see one.

My journey has always moved to the rhythm of synchronicity—sacred alignments, divine nudges, moments that unfold with a kind of spiritual precision that defies logic. So no, I don’t believe it was any coincidence that I met Robert F. Kennedy Jr. on October 7, 2023.

It wasn’t just a date on the calendar. It was the day everything shifted.

What I didn’t know at the time was that across the globe, a devastating attack by Hamas had just unfolded, igniting the latest violent chapter of the Israel-Gaza conflict. But I felt the weight of the day before I knew the headlines. There was something in the air. My soul registered it before my mind could.

And then, there was Bobby.

He spoke that day with the fire and clarity I’d come to respect him for. He talked about cutting $500 million from the military-industrial complex. About ending our involvement in foreign wars. About redirecting our energy and resources inward—toward peace, healing, sovereignty. It felt aligned with the Kennedy legacy. With truth.

But something changed.

In the weeks that followed, I watched Bobby’s tone shift. Suddenly, he was defending Israel’s military campaign, stating that any nation under similar attack would “level Gaza.” Meanwhile, over 17,000 Palestinian children have been killed since the start of the war. Children. The kind of innocent life I believe the Kennedy I followed would have spoken out for, unequivocally.

Back in 2022, at the Defeat the Mandates rally, I heard him say something that chilled me. He warned us that if a regime like the Nazis had access to today’s surveillance technology, “it would be game over.” He mentioned Anne Frank—not to diminish her suffering, but to show how much harder resistance would be in our time. He said there are some things worse than dying… like living under totalitarian rule. And if it came to that, he said he’d be willing to die with his bootstraps on.

Moments prior to the Defeat the Mandates event on January 23, 2022.

That’s the Bobby I believed in. That’s the kind of courage that inspired so many of us.

And yet now, it seems like his boldness has softened—on foreign policy, on pharma, on the very systems he once vowed to confront.

Then there’s AIPAC.

What most people don’t realize is that back in the early ’60s, JFK’s Department of Justice ordered the American Zionist Council—the group that would later rebrand as AIPAC—to register as a foreign agent under the Foreign Agents Registration Act (FARA). The Kennedy administration gave them a deadline. They stalled. And then, just before that deadline passed… JFK was assassinated.

Shortly after, AIPAC quietly emerged, asserting it was a domestic lobby and escaping foreign agent registration. But let’s be honest—it acts on behalf of a foreign government. And it’s time we finish what JFK started. AIPAC should be treated as a foreign agent. Because that’s exactly what it is.

And here’s what makes this even more personal: Bobby’s own father, Robert F. Kennedy, was assassinated in 1968—allegedly by Sirhan Sirhan, a Palestinian man. But in 2016, RFK Jr. publicly stated that he believed Sirhan was innocent. Framed. He visited him in prison and became convinced that the official story didn’t add up. Programs like MK Ultra have since come to light—experiments in mind control, memory loss, and behavioral manipulation—and Sirhan himself has long claimed he doesn’t remember the shooting. Forensic evidence supports the idea that he wasn’t even standing in the correct position to shoot Bobby’s father from behind. Witnesses have testified there was a second shooter in the pantry. But that truth, like so many others, was buried.

But here’s where the story deepens.

We are living in a time of spiritual awakening. And it’s no accident that the name “Israel” has come to the forefront again. In early Christianity, “Israel” wasn’t just a nation. It was a name given to the people of God—those who wrestle with the divine, those who walk the path of truth. The word itself comes from “Isra” (to struggle or contend) and “El” (God). In this sense, Israel was never meant to be about borders or politics. It was always about inner transformation. A spiritual identity.

What if what we’re witnessing now—the chaos, the polarization, the war—isn’t just geopolitical?

What if it’s a test?

What if we’re being asked to wake up, to remember what the word Israel really meant before empire distorted it? To return to the path of peace, truth, and divine alignment. To see clearly what is real, and what has been manufactured.

I don’t know what kind of pressure Bobby is under behind the scenes, but I can imagine. The CIA, Israeli intelligence, the ghosts of his father’s and uncle’s deaths—all woven through this story. But I also know this:

As I walked out of that building on October 7, unsure of how to feel, unsure of what was changing in him… the sky gave me my answer.

Rainbows.

Moments after meeting Bobby walking out of the building to the parking garage.

Not just one. But a sky full of them, unfolding one after another from the moment I left until the moment I pulled into my driveway—an hour and a half of color and light breaking through the clouds.

To me, rainbows have always been signs from Heaven—reminders that we are not alone, that even in our confusion, there’s covenant and presence. I believe those rainbows were a message not just to me, but to him.

Rainbows consistently all the way home to my neighborhood in Rochester Hills, an hour and a half away.

Whatever Bobby is facing, I believe his ancestors are with him. I believe Heaven is with him. I believe the true spirit of Israel—the wrestlers of God, the truth seekers, the peace-makers—is still alive in him somewhere.

He said he’d die with his bootstraps on if it meant standing up to a totalitarian regime. I still believe that man exists.

And I pray he remembers who he is.

Because now more than ever, we need someone brave enough to finish what his family started.

And choose truth—even if it costs everything.

Rally for Kennedy 2024 in Lansing, Michigan October 7, 2023.