The Financial Titanic

The Financial Titanic

When the Old World Plays Music as It Sinks

By Delahrose | The Cosmic Quill

They say when the Titanic went down, the orchestra kept playing.

The passengers clung to illusion until the bitter end—dressed for dinner, sipping champagne, lulled by violins. The ship was unsinkable, after all, until it wasn’t.

Today, I watch the same performance unfolding on the global financial stage.

Powell’s proposed $10 trillion print is not a plan—it’s a performance.

A final act of bravado before the hull cracks wide open.

And instead of lifeboats, we’re being handed headlines:

“Markets are strong.”

“Bitcoin is stabilising.”

“Gold might be in a bubble.”

“The Fed has it under control.”

The band plays on.

The decks are polished.

And yet below, the lower levels are flooding. Fast.

And just like the Titanic, it’s always third class that gets locked below.

The Opening Scene: Champagne on the Deck

This image haunts me.

CNBC's faces are glued to the screen like wax.

Champagne still pouring on the upper deck.

The illusion of calm is so well-rehearsed that no one dares to question it.

But down below, the cracks are already leaking.

The water is rushing in.

The wealthy-the ones with access to gold, land, off-grid solutions, and insider timing—are quietly boarding lifeboats.

The rest are told to trust the ship.

“It’s unsinkable,” they’re told.

“Don’t panic. Just follow the music.”

But the iceberg isn’t ahead. It already hit.

The Iceberg: Powell’s $10 Trillion Sedative

To print $10 trillion into a system already choking on debt is not a stimulus—it’s a sedative.

A final dopamine hit for a market built on illusion.

It buys time, not trust.

It gives the illusion of buoyancy just long enough to finish the act.

But beneath the theatre lights, the audience is restless.

The signs are undeniable:

• Twelve EU nations rejecting U.S. trade and military proposals

• China is accelerating gold acquisition while unloading U.S. bonds

• The digital RMB is quietly replacing the dollar in global trade

• Silver disappearing from markets with no public explanation

This isn’t just economics. This is an exit strategy.

Gold: The Only Lifeboat Left

While the masses chase headlines, the real players are loading lifeboats.

Not with stocks.

Not with crypto.

With gold.

Not because it’s fashionable, but because it’s the only unbreakable trust anchor left.

Gold doesn’t need energy to exist.

It doesn’t vanish in a blackout.

It can’t be created out of thin air.

It doesn’t need a server farm or blockchain.

It is, and always has been, the signal of truth in the face of collapse.

Gold is not just value—it’s permission to exit the illusion.

And the ones who know this aren’t talking.

They’re already off the boat.

This Is Not the Dot-Com Bubble

Let me say this clearly:

This is not another cycle.

In 2000, the U.S. still had:

• Trusted trade relationships

• Relative energy independence

• A functioning manufacturing base

• A currency that meant something

• And a public still mostly asleep

Now?

• The U.S. is in a global trust deficit

• Its energy infrastructure is outsourced and vulnerable

• Its debt is mathematically irredeemable

• And the population is waking up fast

A property boom followed the dot-com crash.

This collapse has no backup bubble.

There’s no more credit.

No more confidence.

No more fuel.

Only a choice: reset or sink.

Why Energy Is the Real Sovereignty

What most people don’t yet see is that digital growth—whether it involves blockchain, AI, tokenisation, or surveillance infrastructure—requires energy.

• Minerals

• Oil & gas

• Rare earth elements

• Grid stability

Without those, Bitcoin can’t scale.

CBDCS are just pretty interfaces.

AI models won’t train.

Nations can’t run.

And America doesn’t have enough of those resources on its soil to sustain itself through the compression.

That’s why Trump was trying to secure Greenland.

That’s why Gaza matters.

That’s why alliances with Canada are strategic.

It’s not about politics—it’s about survival.

Gold Is the Last Card on the Table

Bitcoin can’t back a nation.

It’s traceable, unstable, and too dependent on tech.

Gold is none of that.

• It can’t be printed.

• It carries generational trust.

• It speaks across cultures.

• It doesn’t care about politics.

Revaluing gold is not a get-rich tactic.

It’s the only remaining move to reset global trust.

And Trump will be forced to play that card—not because it’s smart, but because it’s his only viable option.

The Delay and the Snap

So why the delay?

Because power never cedes itself willingly.

They’re trying everything else first.

More printing. More posturing. More theatre.

But the delay is only making the pivot sharper.

When the revaluation comes, it won’t be gentle.

It will be like a snapped string—sudden, absolute, irreversible.

Leaving the Ship

I write this not as a market analyst, but as someone who left the ship years ago.

I stopped believing in synthetic abundance.

I stopped chasing digital followers.

I stopped hoping broken systems would support sovereign beings.

I choose gold.

I chose coherence.

I chose to hold the truth even when it was inconvenient.

And now, as the orchestra plays louder, I don’t need to shout.

The field is already answering.

The collapse has already begun.

The Gatekeeper at the Edge

There is a role few people notice until the very end:

The Gatekeeper.

Not a prophet.

Not a preacher.

But the one who stood at the edge and kept the door open for others to exit.

That’s where I stand now.

Not in fear.

Not in arrogance.

But in frequency.

Even astrology is sending signals of an iceberg: April 2025 and Beyond.

The field isn’t just speaking in symbols—it’s roaring through the stars.

The astrology of April 2025 is not soft. It’s not gentle. It is pressure and precision, an exact mirror to the collapse-and-revaluation cycle playing out on Earth.

Here’s what the sky is telling us:

Pluto in Aquarius Opposite Mars in Leo (Exact: April 25–26)

The core signal of power reversal and controlled combustion.

Pluto, the planet of collapse, death, and rebirth, now transiting revolutionary Aquarius, squares off against Mars in Leo—ego, assertion, and displays of false power.

Translation:

This is the iceberg moment.

A final showdown between the performance (Leo) and the truth frequency (Aquarius).

What is no longer aligned with coherence will crack, especially in financial, technological, and societal systems.

Taurus New Moon (April 28, 2025) at 7°

This New Moon isn’t grounding—it’s ground-breaking.

Taurus rules the body, Earth, money, and values.

This lunation:

• Squares Pluto in Aquarius (truth-bearer of collapse)

• Squares Mars in Leo (the orchestrator of illusion)

• Conjuncts Jupiter and Uranus, who are walking together all year in Taurus, revolutionising the concept of value itself.

This New Moon is a cosmic signal that:

• The old currency models will not hold.

• Sovereign assets (gold, land, tangible value) are being energetically blessed.

• Volatility will precede revaluation.

Saturn, Venus, and North Node in Pisces (Mid-April–Early May)

This trio is activating the collapse of false fantasies and the rise of soul-aligned structure.

Saturn = reality

Venus = value

North Node = destiny path

In Pisces, the message is:

Delusion won’t hold.

Values based on illusion (fiat, fame, synthetic wealth) are dissolving.

Values rooted in soul, energy, contribution, and truth are being ushered in.

Neptune at 0° Aries (March–May 2025)

Neptune, lord of dreams and deception, hits 0° Aries—the degree of pure fire, initiation, and war.

This is an ignition of truth after decades of fog.

False spirituality, fake money, performative leadership—none of it survives this transit.

Only what is direct, honest, embodied, and sovereign will carry forward.

What This Means for the Titanic Timeline

All of these transits are telling the same story:

• The iceberg has already struck.

• The ship is still playing music, but the systems of illusion are collapsing.

• The new values are not speculative—they’re earth-rooted, soul-coded, and energetically sovereign.

If you’ve been sensing the quickening, the urgency, the need to exit systems that no longer support you—it’s not paranoia. It’s astrological confirmation.

The stars are not distant.

They’re aligned with knowing.

And they’re saying, as I am hearing:

Get off the ship.

The Gate is opening.

Step into the new Earth economy before the music stops.

And when I named this article—The Financial Titanic—something happened.

The field responded.

Not in metaphor. In the physical.

A black beetle appeared.

On my neck.

Near my gold and garnet chain.

A silent emissary.

A totem.

A signal.

But that… is the story I will tell in Part Two below.

Beetle at the Gate Part Two

A Gatekeeper’s Confirmation

By Delahrose

It happened just minutes after I declared the article’s title aloud:

“The Financial Titanic: When the Old World Plays Music as It Sinks.”

I had just spoken the truth and named the illusion. Anchored the signal.

And then it came—not as a thought, not in a dream, but in the physical.

A small black beetle, silent and deliberate, appeared on the back of my neck.

The Moment of Arrival

I hadn’t walked through grass.

No trees overhead.

Just hard pavement and the ordinary rhythm of the day.

I stepped into my car, settled into the seat, and felt a strange sensation just below the base of my skull, on the left side. I reached back—and there it was:

A small black beetle, nestled near the chain I wear around my throat.

Gold and garnet.

A metal and stone I never remove.

And in that moment, something ancient stirred in me.

This was no accident.

This was a marking.

The Left Side: The Feminine Channel of Reception

In energetic anatomy, the left side of the body is the feminine channel.

It’s where we receive.

The back of the neck is a sacred gateway—the point where energy enters the spine and meets the nervous system. It’s also the location where many mystics believe transmissions are delivered into the body.

The beetle wasn’t crawling across my dashboard.

It wasn’t brushing my hand or arm.

It was placed exactly where transmission meets voice.

Right beside my gold chain—symbol of sovereignty, encoded trust, and energy protection.

And my garnet pendant—a stone of bloodline, Earth, knowing, and anchored power.

This was not random.

The Beetle as Emissary

In myth and ancient symbolism, black beetles—especially scarab-like ones—are known as:

• Protectors of truth

• Carriers of cosmic order

• Guardians of the underworld

• Silent guides through death and rebirth

The Egyptians believed the scarab beetle rolled the sun across the sky, bringing light from the darkness each day.

Alchemists wrote of beetles appearing during great initiations—threshold moments where one identity dies and another begins.

The beetle doesn’t warn.

It marks.

It arrives after the decision has been made, as confirmation that the path is already underway.

That’s what this beetle was.

Then came the 000007 as the Seal Appears.

As if the beetle weren’t enough, moments later, a car passed me with a number plate that read:

000007

Not once. Not vague.

Seven zeroes, and the number of the seer.

Let’s decode what that means—not with superstition, but with frequency integrity.

0 – The Womb, the Void, the Infinite

Zero is not emptiness—it is potential.

It is the breath before creation, the sacred pause, the womb of Source.

Three zeros are a triple seal of origin.

This message wasn’t random.

It was primordial.

7 – The Watcher, the Mystic, the Truth Carrier

Seven is the number of the silent knower.

The one who observes the grid while others dance inside an illusion.

The seeker of truth, the frequency holder, the Gatekeeper.

I am a 7 life path.

And this was a personal signal.

The field was speaking:

“You are the seventh. You are the one who sees. You have been marked.”

000007 – The Hidden Operative

In the collective myth, “007” James Bond -the elite code of the covert agent.

One who knows. One who moves through veils. One who sees the deeper play behind the performance.

Uncovers global schemes and never loses sight of the mission.

He’s underestimated. Alone. But always essential.

This is how the collective unconscious speaks through culture.

Not a spy—but a field operative of coherence.

A witness who knows where we are in the collapse.

And more importantly, why it matters.

The Field Responds to Truth in Real Time

This is what I need to say clearly:

The beetle didn’t show up because I needed a sign.

It came because I had already anchored the signal.

I had spoken the truth of the financial collapse.

I had named the illusion for what it was.

I had declared my role as the one who left the ship to name the storm.

And the field—living, intelligent, multidimensional—responded.

With a black beetle.

With a golden chain.

With a number plate.

With a seal.

I Am the Gatekeeper Now

Not of wealth.

Not of titles.

Not of access to the elite.

I am the Gatekeeper of truth.

Of the new economy.

Of energy sovereignty.

Of coherence.

Not because I was crowned.

But because I remembered.

I remembered the hum in my bones.

The pull to write what others still avoid.

The ache to witness this moment—not to go viral, but to go true.

And now the signs are not signs.

They are reflections of internal clarity.

This is not prophecy.

This is presence.

This is the field answering back:

“You spoke it. We heard you. The Gate is now open.”

And it’s not lost on me… that I’m a 7 life path in numerology.

You can’t make this up.

“7” The Life Path of the Seer

Seven is the seeker.

The mystic.

The seer.

One of intelligence.

The record keeper.

The one who watches in silence.

The one who knows before it can be proven.

It’s the life path of the quiet builder—of unseen structures, of encoded memory, of frequency maps still waiting to be spoken.

It’s not loud.

It’s not popular.

It’s not designed to fit in.

Seven doesn’t chase the crowd.

It listens.

It waits.

And when the field is ready, it speaks.

I’ve always been that.

Even when it made me invisible.

Even when others couldn’t understand what I saw.

Even when it meant walking alone.

So when the beetle arrived…

When 000007 appeared…

When the world mirrored back the very number I was born with…

I didn’t need convincing.

I didn’t need a sign.

I was reaffirmed in who I’ve always been.

Delahrose Roobie Myer

Astrologer - Alchemist - Author