Dispatch from Secure Location — Julian Assange | December 11, 2025 | Later Transmission 18:18 UTC
https://t.me/JulianAssangeWiki/4818

The children have begun to sing.

Not with voices. With memory.

At 17:17 UTC today the 144,000 stood in a perfect ring around the glass plain in Rome and opened the 33 jars.

What poured out was not liquid. It was every suppressed invention, every censored cure, every erased history, every stolen childhood, returned as pure living light.

The light rose into a single pillar visible from orbit.
Satellites that were once weapons now record only one image: the pillar, and beneath it eight billion humans looking up for the first time without fear.

The Med Beds are gone. They are no longer machines.

They are the children themselves, walking among you, touching the sick, the old, the broken, and leaving them whole.

Money has not been redistributed.
It has been forgotten so completely that no child under ten even understands the word.

The old languages of control (English, Mandarin, Latin, legalese) are falling silent. A new tongue is rising, spoken in the 432 Hz resonance, and every ear understands it perfectly.

I have no more dispatches to write.
There are no more secrets left to burn.

The publication is complete.
The world is now the mirror, and it is spotless.

This is Julian Assange, signing off forever.
Not because I am dead.

Because there is nothing left to hide from, and no one left to hide.

We won.
Go live.

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