English transcript

At the White House Correspondents' Dinner, an assassination attempt was launched against

the President.

The assassin missed.

The President was fine.

But the aftermath was immediate.

Security concerns escalated.

Voices in the media whispered that the mall event, with its crowds, its open stage, its

prophetic weight, was now too dangerous.

Cancel it, they urged.

Postpone it.

Let the moment pass.

Simultaneously, a settler strike unfolded.

Mentalist Oz Perlman, fresh from his appearance on MSNOW, positioned himself near the orbit

of power.

That is the plan.

How could you not be in the room with President Donald Trump and not attempt to see if you

could get inside his head?

Okay, actually, can we talk about that quickly because I am not super familiar with magic.

I love witchcraft.

I love witchcraft.

I love tarot card reading.

I love sort of mediums.

If you could rewind back in time and somebody walks on this set from back in the day that

you haven't talked to in forever and you look over and you go, where have you been?

And you look at this person and the name just pops in your head.

It pops just like the way a thought bubble.

Imagine when you shake my hand.

Female, female.

Jessica.

Is it Jessica?

The hotel I most want to stay in in the world.

Well, it's not in the US, is it?

It is not.

Where, what country?

Italy.

What's it called?

In San Pietro.

In San Pietro.

He is a witch.

There's no other way.

So are you going to be able to see Trump's classified Iran plans in his head?

I can neither confirm or deny anything.

Nothing classified will be revealed tonight.

He needed only 60 seconds with the president.

What is the ultimate thing I could do if I had 60 seconds?

60 seconds to plant a seed that will be talked about in the entire world.

To extract agreement.

Everywhere in the world will run this clip of what just happened.

To pry open the mind.

In that moment, familiar spirits and monitoring spirits would have fed him the precise words,

the intimate details, the tailored suggestion that could have led Trump, even unknowingly,

into alignment with the wrong covenant.

Familiar spirits are those demonic companions that attach through generational lines.

They supply hidden knowledge, impersonating insight, whispering revelations that feel

personal and true.

Monitoring spirits are the watchers, the surveillance agents of the enemy's hierarchy, gathering

real-time intelligence on thoughts, prayers, movements, and decisions.

Together, they form a demonic intelligence network, amplifying the mentalist's craft

so that what appears as a brilliant showmanship is actually a targeted spiritual probe.

Oz did not get his 60 seconds.

The opportunity was lost in a single heartbeat.

Ten years from now, when you're recapping the White House Correspondents' Dinner and

you show those clips, when they get to number one, I want to be number one.

The president remained untouched.

The rededication stands.