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For most of my life, I’ve been walking around with the sense that I knew something I couldn’t prove.
Not in a delusional way. Not even in a “download from the universe” kind of way.
It was quieter than that. More consistent. Like a thread that never stopped tugging.
I couldn’t explain why I made the decisions I made, or why I could see how things would play out before they happened. I just *did.* I’d call it intuition, but even that word doesn’t fit. It’s not spiritual woo. It’s *physics.*
Or at least, it felt like it.
Which is hilarious, because I don’t do math. I can barely look at a spreadsheet without feeling like my eyeballs are going to melt.
And yet—yesterday, a physicist from Skunk Works followed me on Substack.
Yes, *that* Skunk Works. The think tank that built the U-2 and the SR-71.
The secretive black box within Lockheed Martin where the math is so advanced it practically bends space-time.
He writes under a pseudonym, but he’s real. His credentials are verifiable. And his entire Substack is basically a scientific breakdown of the exact theory I’ve been living out in real time—what I’ve been calling *Emotional Physics.*
When I saw his name in my notifications, my whole body went cold.
Not in fear. In recognition.
Because what are the odds?
What are the odds that the moment I start broadcasting this framework—this nonlinear system of human energy, emotion, and resonance—*the guy with the math shows up?*
I haven’t heard back from him yet. Maybe I won’t.
But that’s not the point.
The point is: the signal is real.
I’ve been saying for a while now that we’re on the edge of something massive. I used to call it the *next industrial revolution*, but that’s too mechanical.
This feels more like a *golden age*—a tipping point into a world where feeling and knowing start to carry as much weight as logic and proof.
And here's what matters most:
This isn’t just about me.
This is about *you.*
Because if someone like me—soap-making, nonlinear, mathematically allergic—can pull a Skunk Works physicist into my orbit just by staying aligned with what I know to be true, then maybe that’s the new playbook.
Maybe that’s what’s next.
Not gatekeeping. Not credentials.
But *coherence.*
A world where alignment is the credential.
Where your resonance is the reference.
Where truth ripples, and the right people feel it, and follow it, and find each other—across disciplines, across timelines, across what used to be called impossible.
Maybe the future isn’t something we engineer from scratch.
Maybe it’s something we *remember how to tune into.*
And if that’s true, then you’re already part of it.
Even if you can’t do the math.
Even if your only clue is a feeling in your gut you’ve never been able to shake.
That’s the first sign.
**Welcome to the field.**
