Why I Left America Before the Match Was Lit!

W.A.R.! I Saw It Coming: A Vision, A Warning, A World on Fire

🔖 Reader’s Note: “Why I Left the U.S. BS Before the Match Was Lit! W.A.R.! I Saw It Coming: A Vision, A Warning, A World on Fire”

This is not just a story, it’s a record. A record of what I saw, what I knew, and what I tried to warn others about before the world shifted beneath our feet. I wrote this piece not to scare you, not to guilt you, but to witness the truth out loud.

I am no one’s savior. I tried. I built. I served. But I’ve since realized that not everyone wants to be free and not everyone believes they’re in chains.

If you’re still here still sensing, still seeing, still feeling something isn’t right know that you’re not alone. But know this, too: your freedom is your responsibility.

Read this with your spirit open and your ego quiet.
Don’t look for comfort look for clarity.
And when it hits? Let it move you. Because time is no longer on standby.

With love, fire, and finality,
Niki the Oracle

Three years ago, I had a vision clear, visceral, undeniable.
I saw w.a.r. Not metaphor. Not a vibe. War. The kind that burns cities and breaks countries.

I saw it in my sleep. I saw it while driving. I saw it sitting alone in silence. It came like thunder behind the eyes, like an ancestor pulling back the veil whispering, “Baby, it’s time.”

And I told them. I told as many as I could. I used my voice, my videos, my courses, my consultations hell, I built an entire business around the warning. Not to scare, but to prepare. And still, most didn’t listen.

Some laughed. Some ignored me.
Some tried to drain me dry before I even hit the border.

But I knew what I saw. I knew what was coming. And I did the only thing I could do:
I left. I left my beds, my pillows, my plates still in the sink. I left it all behind because I knew my freedom was worth more than my furniture. My life was worth more than my comfort. My future demanded I move, and I obeyed the call.

They thought I was being dramatic. But now? The match has been lit.
And America is smoldering under the weight of its own chaos, corruption, and karmic collapse.

Part I – The Vision: The Oracle Dreamed in Smoke and Fire

Before the headlines. Before the border bans.
Before the streets screamed and the sky turned red…

I saw it.

It didn’t come like a dream. It came like a download encoded in the bones, vibrating through my chest like a warning bell from the divine. This wasn’t fear. This was foreknowledge. This was clarity before chaos.

W.A.R.

That was all I could see.

Not capital-W War like politics makes it look but a collapse. A crumbling. A spiritual and structural combustion that would rip through the U.S. like a match to dry grass. First in waves. Then in wildfires.

I saw cities falling into themselves. I saw protests turning into battlegrounds.
I saw leadership unraveling, inciting the people instead of leading them.

And in the midst of all of it I saw myself leaving.

It was never a question of if. Only when. And when came quicker than anyone was ready for.

I didn’t have all the details.
But I had the knowing. And when the ancestors call, baby you answer.
I didn’t wait for the sirens to go off.
I didn’t wait for the tanks to roll in.
I didn’t wait for CNN to break the story.

Because by the time they do, it’s too damn late.

Part II – The Warning: Tia Niki Tried to Save Them

I didn’t just see it coming I tried to stop people from getting caught in it.

When I got the call to leave, I didn’t just bounce and say, “Y’all figure it out.”
I built a whole-ass bridge.
I became Tia Niki not a persona, a purpose.
I gave people the map. The visa info. The residency options. The emotional prep. The “yes-you-can-do-this” pep talks. The life rafts. The damn oars. I carried them in my mouth.

I shared the quiet stillness programs in Mexico with no income verification, no employment proof just pure opportunity. Open gates. And STILL…

They chose couches over clarity.
They chose flat screens over freedom.
They chose “what will my family think?” over “what will my soul need?”

I had women with checks every month, guaranteed income, no kids, no partner, no chains but the ones in their mind and still, they stayed. Over a dining room table. Over a damn blender.

They sold their lives out for Louis Vuitton. Gucci kept them stuck.
“I’ll move later” became “it’s too late now.”

And the whole time I’m screaming, “YOU CAN LEAVE!” Like Harriet in digital form.
I begged, I emailed, I created custom plans, I answered questions at 2AM, I drained myself dry trying to help people escape the matrix.

And I watched them go right back. Watched them ghost me.
Watched them fumble their freedom because it didn’t look cute enough on Instagram.

It broke me. Until one day, I had to look in the mirror and say,
“You are no one’s savior but your own.”

Part III – The Fallout: The Prophecy Has Bloomed

Now here we are.
Exactly where I said we’d be.
Only faster.

Civil unrest? ✔️
Military threats? ✔️
Disappearing planes, burning cities, oceans swallowing people whole? ✔️✔️✔️
That Tangerine Tyrant back in the house, playing puppet master, inciting violence, trying to deploy troops on his own soil like it’s a video game.

They used to say, “That could never happen in America.”
But I told them it already is.
The soil is poisoned. The system is collapsing.
And now it’s not just America. It’s global.
Earthquakes. Floods. Fires.
The whole grid is shaking like it knows its time is up.

And the relocation programs I built?
Gone.
Borders closing.
Flights blocked.
Residency harder.
The systems are retracting.

There’s no more work to be done. No more lifelines to throw.
This isn’t about travel anymore it’s about survival.

I told them, “Don’t wait.”
I told them, “It’s not about Mexico it’s about leaving.”
But they stayed, clinging to couches and credit scores, worshipping W-2s like gods.

And now?
Most will perish. Not because of violence
But because of ignorance.

The rest?
They’ll fall in the flames of the violence they never believed would reach their block.
It’s already here.
I knew it.
I saw it.
And now I feel it in the wind every day.

The Oracle’s Last Word: This Ain’t a Warning. It’s the Debrief.

I didn’t say come to Mexico.
I said leave the United States by any means necessary.
I said run while you still could.
Not for adventure. Not for aesthetics.
For your life.

I didn’t move for palm trees.
I moved for prophecy.
Because I knew what was coming. And now?
It’s here.

There is no savior on the ballot. No deliverance in a debate stage.
No justice in a courtroom that was never designed for you.
What’s coming is not reform it’s reckoning.

And I?
I did what had to be done. I made the calls.
I bought the flight.
I left my bed made, my pillow still warm.
I walked away from everything I owned so I could become who I was meant to be.

And still, they stayed. Clinging to couches.
Bound to bar stools. Worshipping Target and trauma like twin gods.

They didn’t just miss the exit they refused it.

Now?
The door is closed. The window’s gone.
There’s nothing left to save.

But yourself.

And I’m not yelling anymore.
I’m not dragging anybody to freedom.
Because freedom ain’t free
And most weren’t willing to pay the price.

So now I live in peace.
On sacred soil.
Watching from the shore I built with my own two hands.
No regrets. No returns.
Only resurrection.

I told them.
I tried.

But like Harriet said, “I freed a thousand slaves. I could have freed a thousand more, if only they knew they were slaves.”

And now? Let the fire do what I no longer will.