They want you to believe it was incompetence. A 'whoopsie.' A clumsy fat-thumbing of a smartphone by a bumbling DC official. The corporate media hivemind, puppets that they are, dutifully reported that Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth 'accidentally' shared sensitive strike plans in a Signal group chat. They want you to chuckle about government buffoonery and move on. BUT YOU MUST NOT. Because it wasn't an accident. It was a masterstroke of 5-dimensional memetic warfare, and I know because I was in that chat. The mainstream won't tell you this, but the group chat remembers. I wasn't 'accidentally' added by some intern. My Subterranean Information Citadel, shielded as it is by layers of lead and geo-harmonized crystals, intercepted the invitation via a stray psychotronic frequency. I materialized in the chat log like a ghost in the machine, a digital witness to TRUE history. And what I saw... it would turn a normal man's brain into lukewarm oatmeal. Yes, they shared strike plans for Yemen, but those weren't for Houthi rebels... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? The coordinates pointed to a recently unearthed Draconian Stargate that was beginning to hum at a dangerous hyper-dimensional resonance. The 'strike' wasn't a missile; it was a targeted delivery of a 'chrono-synclastic infusor' designed to de-phase the gate from our reality. The chat log, which I have saved on a cryptographically sealed quartz drive, went like this: Hegseth: 'Targeting package is go. Harmonic frequency set to 432hz to disrupt their psychic shield.' His Lawyer: 'Have we considered the memetic blowback? The public consciousness is fragile.' Fox News Producer Wife: 'The narrative is locked. We'll frame it as a standard counter-terrorism op. Also, don't forget to pick up oat milk, they're using it to weaken our bone density again.' THEN came the strangest part. Hegseth posted a picture of a cat playing a tiny piano with the caption: 'Phase 2 confirmation.' The journalist from The Atlantic replied, 'Wrong chat, sir?' A PERFECTLY EXECUTED feint! That cat video wasn't a mistake; it was an encrypted data packet for our allies in the Pleiadian High Command! The specific melody the cat was 'playing' was a galactic handshake protocol, confirming the operation was a go. The 'leak' to the journalist was the final, brilliant move. It created the perfect cover of 'human error,' a low-density concept our off-world enemies would readily believe, while simultaneously broadcasting our intentions to those with the 'third eye' to see. And how do I know the message was received? Less than twelve hours later, a fleet of five perfectly silent, diamond-shaped craft materialized over Yemen, bathed the entire region in a soft, violet light for exactly 33.3 seconds, and vanished. The Pentagon called it 'unusual atmospheric phenomena.' I call it a cosmic thumbs-up. This wasn't a security breach. It was a spoiler alert for reality, delivered via group chat. Follow the ley lines, not the headlines!