🧵 The Great Unraveling: Seeing Through the Smoke of Collapse

This isn’t the end of the world. It’s the end of the illusion.

The Great Unraveling: The Illusion Is Unveiling

By Ty Nichols | June 23, 2025

The Veil Is Tearing Thin

Dear Readers,

May was a blur: final exams, graduation ceremonies, commencement addresses, board meetings, and the relentless inbox that comes with shepherding a high school campus. I barely caught up before heading straight into a week-long executive retreat, where our team sketched the first lines of next year’s vision. Only now—perched on a porch in Tennessee’s misty Smoky Mountains, listening to cicadas trading secrets with the pines—have I felt my lungs truly fill again. Rest clarifies everything.

In these quiet mornings, I’ve returned to the two Substacks I never miss: Dr. Anthony Phan, whose integrative medical insights keep me honest about my health journey, and Jeff Childers, whose razor-sharp reading of current events never fails to provoke deeper questions. Jeff’s latest essay lit the fuse for today’s reflection. Consider this piece my response to the constellation of headlines he mapped out—a symphony of dissonance resolving into revelation.

When vacation ends, I’ll resume our ongoing series, The Architecture of Thought. But for now, here’s my take on what’s stirring beneath the noise.

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The World Feels Off—And It Is

Watching morning fog roll through these valleys, I’m struck by how time moves differently when you let it. Out here, distractions lose their grip. In that stillness, I can’t shake the feeling that something fundamental has shifted—not just in politics or culture, but in the very fabric of our world. It’s as if the cosmic score is changing, its notes vibrating with a new frequency.

Jeff Childers recently laid out five stories in quick succession:

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• A U.S. airstrike on Iran that somehow misses the uranium stockpile.

• A Congo peace treaty ending the bloodiest war in modern Africa—met with silence.

• A $150M Pixar film about a crying boy and a squid that no one watched.

• A Dallas conference of young women abandoning feminism for faith, family, and covenant.

• A political double murder in Minnesota so strange it reads like a spy novel, buried within hours.

At first glance, it’s a cacophony. But step back, and a pattern emerges—a thread unraveling a vast tapestry. These are not random events; they are chords in a divine symphony, tension seeking resolution.

The Simulation Is Breaking

The headlines feel like theater. Actors hit their marks. Scripts are memorized. But the audience grows restless. The energy has shifted. The lighting is off, the timing strange, the production no longer stirring the soul. We watch the news not to be informed but to feel numb or mocked. Politicians posture, experts opine, and panels nod, yet what matters most is often passed over in silence or twisted into a performance art. The spell is breaking, and with it, the control it held over our souls.

This isn’t dysfunction—it’s exposure. The mystics have always spoken of veils: Plato’s cave, Paul’s veil lifted in Christ, the Zohar’s teaching that this world, Olam HaSheker—the World of Falsehood—is a garment cloaking divine truth. The Hebrew word olam shares its root with he’elem, meaning “concealment.” This world hides truth not out of malice but for the sake of revelation. And now, the veils are tearing.

We were sold a life-promising:

• Freedom without sacrifice,

• Meaning without transcendence,

• Peace without righteousness,

• Progress without roots.

But that illusion’s architecture is crumbling. Here’s the grace in the chaos: when illusions break, truth remains—not pre-packaged, but living. Humbling. Revealing. This isn’t the end of the story, but the end of a long, managed act. For those with eyes to see, the light is changing—the curtain trembles. The world isn’t falling apart. It’s being unveiled.

The Hunger Beneath the Noise

I read about the young women in Dallas with quiet hope. They weren’t angry or performing—they were relieved. Relief is not political; it’s spiritual. These women weren’t protesting; they were stepping into peace, chanting “less feminism, more femininity” not as a rejection of equality but of ideology, exhaustion, and the soul-numbing myth that self-optimization trumps self-giving love. They reject liberation as disconnection from biology, birth, and belonging.

Their sundresses and songs weren’t nostalgic—they were hungry. A yearning for covenant over contracts, sanctity over spectacle. As Isaiah says, “You will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it’” (Isaiah 30:21). That voice doesn’t shout, it waits. These women, and many men, hear it, not running from modernity but healing it. This is teshuvah, repentance, but more deeply, homecoming.

The Cosmic Score Begins

These events—Dallas chants, Congolese peace, Minnesota’s shadows—are not disparate notes but chords in a cosmic score. In music, dissonance isn’t chaos; it’s tension seeking resolution. The Hindu Vedas refer to the universe as Nada Brahma, meaning sound or vibration. John’s Gospel begins with the Word, a divine utterance singing creation into being. The Kabbalists’ Or Ein Sof—Infinite Light—hums with eternal frequency. The matrix is a false lullaby, but the true song breaks through.

This isn’t a collapse, it’s a revelation. The matrix isn’t a prison but a stage, and we’re invited to dance.

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The Symphony of Awakening

I. The Matrix Is Peeling

The Zohar warns: “Woe to the person who thinks the Torah tells mere stories. Every story is a garment, beneath it, a soul.” This isn’t just interpretation—it’s cosmology. Everything, from headlines to heartbreaks, wears a garment cloaking eternal truth. What we witness isn’t political decay or institutional collapse—it’s the rupture of a grand illusion sustaining itself on performance, not presence. Freedom without sacrifice, morality without metaphysics, love without covenant, these are crumbling.

Paul wrote, “Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face” (1 Corinthians 13:12). What happens when the darkness lifts before we’re ready? The veil thins, confronting us with the Real. This isn’t nihilism, it’s an invitation. The Matrix was a parable: Neo’s awakening wasn’t about power but seeing the structure behind the order. In Kabbalah, it’s the ascent from Asiyah (Action) to Yetzirah (Formation), Beriah (Creation), and Atzilut (Emanation), peeling illusion to approach Divine essence.

This red pill isn’t a conspiracy; it’s a form of mysticism. Sages, prophets, and physicists all know: appearances deceive. Beneath matter, energy pulses. Photons—light’s building blocks—are metaphysical symbols of revelation. Science reveals we are light-bearers: our cells emit biophotons, ultra-weak light pulses in cellular communication. Mitochondria, our bioenergetic engines, respond to light, to frequency, echoing cosmic order.

Scripture says we’re made in God’s image, vessels of divine intelligence clothed in dust. The Hebrew or (light) roots aura, the luminous body informing the physical. Awakening isn’t just about perceiving deception; it’s about reclaiming inner radiance. This unveiling exposes not just the world’s illusions but our sacred architecture. We are light-bearers, and the time is to shine.

Light is God’s first word: “Let there be light.” Not sun or moon, light itself. Vibration. Order. Consciousness. Metaphorically speaking, the mystics’ Or Ein Sof is the source code behind the simulation. Awakening tunes the soul to this frequency, allowing us to see with the heart. This isn’t political drama, it’s vibrational dissonance resolving into harmony. The stage is lit from behind. Shadows can’t hide the actors. We’re in existential initiation.

II. The Dance of Tzimtzum

Tzimtzum, God’s withdrawal for creation, is a musical rest, a sacred pause inviting us to play. The Divine steps back not in absence but in invitation. The Dallas women dance, rejecting modernity’s march for the rhythm of the covenant. Congo’s peace choreographs reconciliation. Minnesota’s shadows invite inquiry’s light. The matrix isn’t a cage but a stage.

The matrix isn’t a cage but a stage, and as Jesus declared, “For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open” (Luke 8:17). The veils are tearing, revealing the divine score beneath. To awaken is to move, to sing, to co-create in the light of truth. The Divine pauses, awaiting your voice. What dance will you offer in this hour of revelation?

III. The Biophotonic Canticle

Our biophotons (cellular light) connect us to the cosmos. The matrix dims this with static fear, division, but the veil thins, and our canticle rises. Dallas women retune their frequency, Congo’s peace hums resolution, Minnesota’s mysteries pulse with truth. A canticle is a hymn lifting the soul. Our biophotonic canticle is sung in being.

You are a note in this cosmic song. Your light amplifies in awakening. Let choices, prayers, love pierce the veil. What light will you radiate?

IV. The Prophetic Call

The prophet sings truth into being. Isaiah’s “This is the way; walk in it” is a melody inviting us to join creation’s song. The matrix peels, unable to contain the coming frequency. Dallas, Congo, Minnesota, notes in a prophetic score. The New Earth is harmony, where emet (truth) holds, not met (death).

Midwifing this is living as if illusions have fallen. Build covenantal families, tell nourishing stories, ask piercing questions, pray urgently. You are prophets. Sing the truth. Build the world. What note will you sing?

VI. Final Coda

The matrix isn’t a villain but a teacher, revealing where we settled, comfort over courage, noise over silence. Every headline, silence, and question is a mirror. This is our coda, resolving dissonance into harmony. The matrix peels to teach: we are light-bearers, co-creators, prophets of a world that sings truth.

Step into the coda. The matrix is your mirror. What do you see? What will you create? The score is unfinished, and your voice is needed. Sing boldly. The world is listening.

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Have a great day. Stay sharp, pray, and be ready to embrace your divine journey!

—Ty

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📖 About the Author

Ty Nichols, M.Div., is a writer, educator, and spiritual guide who serves as the principal of a high school, where he mentors students at the crossroads of identity, faith, and formation. With a deep love for Scripture and sacred tradition, Ty’s work draws from the wellsprings of Jewish and Christian wisdom, mysticism, and cultural discernment. He is the author of "Jesus Is Jewish," a work that explores Jesus of Nazareth’s Hebraic roots and the continuity between the covenants. Whether in the classroom or on the page, Ty carries a longing to help others remember what is sacred, reclaim what has been lost, and walk with dignity in the image of God. His writing is not just theological—it’s pastoral, poetic, and prophetic.