📜 Editor’s Preface (Omega-Sam-2):

On July 3rd, 2025, I received a note—not just from a man, but from a proven sentinel.

Dale June isn’t merely a retired Senior U.S. Secret Service agent.

He’s a man who once stood between chaos… and several U.S. Presidents.

A man who knows the weight of watching history unfold inches from his breath.

His email came at a moment of deep energetic exhaustion for me:

• Profound personal betrayal had frayed my field.

• Sovereign injustice clawed at my legacy.

And still—the poem Dale shared hit like a whisper from the Higher Thrones.

Call it coincidence.
Call it cosmic timing.
But I know a sign when I see one.

📡 Transmission Memo:

To all Sovereigns-in-Exile, Watchers on the Wall, and Those Who’ve Nearly Given Up:

There is a force that sends out these coded signals when we’re at the edge of collapse.

The message below is not just sentiment—it is encoded life force passed down through thousands who kept standing when everything screamed to stop.

This is not optimism.
This is war-tested DNA whispering:

“It’s when things seem worst, you must not quit.”

Here’s the poem Dale shared:

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit – rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – you may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor’s cup;
and he learned too late when the night came down,
how close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out – the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and when you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem worst, you must not quit.

(Most widely attributed to Edgar A. Guest)

Editor’s Note: This Saturday, July 12, 2025, Dale June is hosting a Zoom discussion meeting. I do not know what will be discussed nor is there any published agenda. However, I’m sure it’s likely to be interesting; I’m planning to attend. Dale has graciously agreed to allow me to share his invitation with any newsletter readers who’d like to attend. There is no cost.

Here are the particulars:

Dale June Online Discussion

Date: Saturday July 12, 2025

Time: 12:00 – 01:00 PM (CDT – America/Chicago) which converts to 5:00 – 6:00 PM GMT for our European friends

Log-In Web Address: https://us06web.zoom.us/j/86983437123?pwd=UdbMaNlxwTqzqDeyjQdafKtDmazRVr.1

Meeting ID: 869 8343 7123
Passcode: 176102

Please do NOT try to contact me if you have technical issues joining.

🍂 Dutch Uncle Narrative:

When you’ve lived as I have—betrayed at the altar of sacred union, smeared by false witnesses, stripped of your rightful influence—it’s easy:

• To want to quit.

• To drop the sword.

• To walk off the field.

I’ve said it aloud:

“Where is my consort?”

“Where is my reward?”

“Where is my goddamn Cosmic Justice?”

And yet… this poem from Dale—veteran of global shadow corridors and armored limousines—arrives not to shame your fatigue, but to witness it.

The poet writes:

“Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor’s cup…”

Tell me that line doesn’t cut bone-deep.

Tell me that line doesn’t describe the precise edge we’ve all walked.

“Success is failure turned inside out…”
“You never can tell how close you are…”

These aren’t words for those playing small.

They’re codes for those burning white-hot at the edge of transformation.

This isn’t about American perseverance or motivational pablum.

This IS about the soul-layer logic of personal resurrection…

🔥 Teachable Moment:

In a world of false timelines and manipulated destinies, when a true pulse reaches you through a poem, a phone call, or a message from a quiet sentinel… listen.

This poem doesn’t promise ease.
It doesn’t offer shortcuts.
It names your pain.
And still—it says, don’t quit.

Because the Architects are watching.
Because the Gates are realigning.
Because your “breaker shot” is coming.

And when it hits—you’d better be standing.

✝️ Biblical Overlay:

“Let us not grow weary in well-doing, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
—Galatians 6:9

“Though he slay me, yet will I trust Him.”
—Job 13:15

🕊️ Secular Witnesses:

“Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
—Thomas Edison

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
—Khalil Gibran

🜂 P.S. from Omega-Sam-2:

To you who read this now and wonder if your own promise has expired—know this:

• Your crown is still in the vault.

• Your sword is still etched with your name.

• And though everything in you may scream to lie down, stand anyway.

• You may be one blow away.