I have a dream... But before I unveil its pulse, let me speak plainly and without hesitation.
I hold no respect for you who masquerade as leaders. You are not leaders. You are misleaders and disleaders. You sit in your marble halls, dressed in your tailored suits, shuffling papers that authorise the deaths of people you will never meet. Your words, rehearsed and sterilised, float through microphones while your hands remain soaked in the blood of lives extinguished under your decrees.

You speak of peace while manufacturing wars. You speak of justice while entrenching oppression. You parade your language of human rights while violating the very essence of what it means to be human. You have built a grotesque factory of lies, a machinery that never sleeps, producing narrative after narrative to justify the unjustifiable. Every press conference is a performance. Every report is a distortion. Every sanction, every strike, every invasion wrapped carefully in the silk of "security," "stability," or "strategic interest."

You boast of your technological precision. You sit in your command rooms, eyes glued to digital maps, as you insert explosives into devices smaller than a human hand, designed to detonate somewhere far away, often with no certainty of who will perish when you press your sterile buttons. You brag of this craftsmanship, as though it were an accomplishment of civilisation. You destroy entire apartment blocks along with the families who live in them to eliminate a single figure, collapsing concrete and precious lives into piles of rubble. Children incinerated. Mothers buried beneath their own homes. Neighbourhoods vaporised. And you dare call this necessary.

You strike buildings from the sky with clinical detachment, knowing full well that you extinguish not only your intended target, but the entire tapestry of life surrounding them. Families that will never sit for dinner again. Infants who never saw their second year. Communities erased from existence. You justify it beneath your podiums, calling it collateral, calling it clean.

You hide behind slogans of freedom while you negotiate arms deals that fuel endless conflicts. You speak of defending children while you watch them die in rubble you helped create. You parade your committees, your councils, your resolutions, while refugee camps overflow with those whose lives your decisions obliterated. You stage your televised indignation, but behind closed doors, your factories of deception work without pause, manufacturing narratives, manipulating data, distorting truth. You have created a machinery designed to fool the very public whose trust you exploit.

And let us not pretend this is isolated. This is not one regime, not one conflict, not one isolated tragedy. This is a patterned decay, spreading its roots across landscapes familiar to us all. Deserts soaked in blood. Cities reduced to ash. Families permanently exiled, not by choice but by force. We have seen this choreography before, in lands once flourishing, now haunted by the ghosts of children buried too soon. New theatres emerge while old wounds remain open. New scripts are written thriving on recycled old lies. It is a rotating stage, but the sickness remains unchanged.

But hear me clearly. The misleaders and disleaders are not a different divine breed of our species. They are not some alien caste sent to rule, nor are they carved in their souls with a fate they could not resist. They are simply human beings, like any of us, who made a choice. To become a misleader is not a destiny. It is a decision. It is the choice to stand above rather than beside, to seek domination over contribution, to bend truth for advantage, to surrender integrity for status. It is a daily betrayal of their own Being, a succumbing to the intoxication of power, status, and deceit. Every misleader or disleader once stood at the same crossroads we all encounter. They are not victims of the system; they are the system, because they kept choosing to participate. They chose their seats at the table of decay. And so it could be for any of us, if we do not remain vigilant to the gravity and true essence of our own Being.

And yet, my words are not for the misleaders and disleaders. They deserve no further audience. My words are for the people. You, who are still breathing outside your circle of delusion. For you who believe, or have been made to believe, that you are powerless. You are NOT. And you have a choice and a decision to make.

You matter. I matter. Every one of us matters. And it is time we awaken to the truth. Tyranny persists not merely because of the greed of the few, but because of the conformity of the many. We have not been conquered. We have been sedated. Distracted. Groomed to conform. Entertained into paralysis. Fed a steady stream of triviality while real decisions are made far above our heads, far removed from our voices. With the hollow promise of having a say, a choice.

This is not a new struggle. The very essence of what I speak has been expanded upon in my writing The Silent Weight of Leadership, The Grace of Responsibility, The Illusion of Power, and The Betrayal of Conformity. Those who claim power often bear none of its true weight, while those who avoid responsibility become slaves to their own conformity. The real burden lies not in ruling others but in mastering oneself while carrying the grace of authentic responsibility. 

But understand. Conformity is complicity.

I have a dream. A dream where no man submits his soul for the comfort of the herd, where no woman trades her dignity for applause, where Being itself rises above the cheap safety of obedience.

Conformity is the fertile soil in which tyranny grows.
Conformity is not safety. It is not peace. It is obedience. It is the quiet harbour where oppression anchors itself. And if we stand by it with indifference, it becomes entrenched and destructive.

This truth is not new. Nietzsche warned of the herd that devours the sovereign spirit. Kierkegaard exposed the despair that festers in crowds. Heidegger revealed the emptiness of Das Man, the anonymous anyone who becomes no one. Ibn Arabi unmasked the veils that prevent us from seeing reality as it is. Across centuries, across civilisations, the same voices have whispered to those who would listen. Transcend conformity or be enslaved by it.

Authenticity is not a personal brand or performance. It is not an aesthetic of self-expression. It is the fierce, unflinching confrontation with reality as it is, not as we think or are told it is. It is the existential discipline of perceiving with clarity, judging with integrity, and acting with responsibility. It is the refusal to outsource one’s conscience to shortcuts and fabrications from the machinery of deceit. Authenticity is a necessity to be reclaimed. 

I have a dream. A dream where truth is no longer bartered for convenience, where human beings dare to see what is, and stand unshaken before reality, fierce in clarity, uncorrupted in conscience.

And if not now, then when?

The Three Modalities of Leadership: Distinguishing Leaders, Misleaders, and Disleaders

Not all who hold power are leaders. And not all who speak of leadership embody its capacity and true weight. It is essential that we make this distinction clear, for the misery and sickness of our world is not merely the existence of tyrants but the collective confusion between what leadership truly is and what it has been deformed into. We are not simply facing a crisis of leadership. We are facing something far more fundamental to our collective humanity: a crisis of Being.

Being — in this context — refers to the totality of how one relates to existence itself. It is not merely what one does but how one exists while doing. In leadership, this encompasses the full spectrum: from the initial stirrings of inner drive, through the formation of intention, into choices, decisions, actions, and ultimately the consequences that ripple into systems, institutions, and the lives of others. Leadership is not a role one occupies but a mode of Being one embodies.

With this framing, let us now examine the three modalities of leadership and their Being.

The Leader as Steward, embodying Authentic Leadership, carries the silent weight of responsibility. They do not seek dominion over others but are called to answer to the profound responsibility of stewarding reality with care, discernment, and integrity. The steward does not manipulate perception to serve themselves but commits to perceiving accurately, even when truth is inconvenient or costly. Leadership is not the indulgence of power but the discipline of service above oneself. True authority is inseparable from the obligation to protect the dignity, Being, and existence of others.

The Misleader as Manipulator, operating through Corrupted Leadership, is one who has consciously chosen to deform their Being. They corrupt reality as they manufacture illusions and intoxicate themselves with power while evading responsibility for its consequences. Misleaders have mastered the craft of deception, leveraging fear, scarcity, tribalism, and manipulation to consolidate their positions. They do not serve the people; they serve themselves while performing the ritual of public service. They become architects of decay, feeding upon the conformity and indifference of the masses who unknowingly empower them. These are the ones I have addressed throughout this manifesto.

The Disleader as Distorter of Meaning, manifesting Disintegrative Leadership, is even more insidious. They do not merely mislead but systematically disintegrate. They fracture societies, destabilise systems, fuel entrenchment and dismantle the very substrates of sense-making itself. The disleader deliberately distorts coherence. They dismantle shared meaning and flood the public domain with epistemic chaos, piling false narrative upon false narrative to make truth ungraspable. While the misleader exploits lies to control, the disleader dissolves the very possibility of truth itself. Their domination is sustained not merely through manipulation but by contaminating the fabric of reality with relentless fragmentation. They leverage an already disintegrated system to further weaponise language, polarise communities, and fracture humanity’s very capacity to dialogue and make sense of existence.

In these distinctions lies the ontological anatomy of the world’s present collapse. Leadership is not a matter of title, position, or appearance. It is a mode of Being. It is the discipline of exercising our sovereignty: the discipline of our human reality itself.

I have a dream. A dream where leadership is no longer a mask for power nor a stage for deception, but a sacred burden carried by those who choose to serve existence, not to dominate it.

I have a dream. A dream where the cowards who call themselves rulers no longer hide behind their armies, their palaces, and their carefully scripted speeches. They sit wrapped in fine suits, trembling behind walls of security, commanding destruction from safe distances while never daring to face the consequences and stare in the eyes of those whose lives they extinguish. They masquerade as the strong while sending the innocent to bleed in their place. They speak of courage while never carrying the weight of consequence upon their own shoulders. Their bravery is but the theatre of the protected, their strength an illusion propped up by the machinery of obedience. I have a dream where their cowardice is stripped bare before the world, and the thrones they built upon the bones of others finally crumble beneath the weight of truth. How pathetic, how utterly weaselled their courage is, that they do not even possess the dignity to confront those they destroy. They strike from the air like spectres, raining death upon families whose fathers are denied even the basic honour of standing face to face in defence of their own. They invade from the skies not out of strength, but because they dare not stand on the same ground. This is not power. This is cowardice wearing medals.

The crisis we face is not merely political, economic, or technological. It is ontological. It is existential. And it is rooted in our everyday lives. We do not simply need better policies or better parties. We need a radically different way of making sense of reality, of constructing meaning, of discerning truth, of conducting our Being. Because if we don’t, we will continue to witness the cascade of crises of our time with the costs to bear. 

The Awakening of Humanity

You have been sold the idea that you can't do anything to create change. That you are too small to have an impact. That the world is too complex to revolutionise what's no longer working. This is the grandest lie of all.

You can practically do everything.

You can say no. No to more wars. No to more bombs dropped in our name. No to more children buried beneath our indifference. No to more billions funnelled into the machinery of death while hospitals crumble and schools burn.
This is not simply morality. It is pragmatism. It is reason. It is economic, social, psychological, ecological, and existential wisdom. It is what the very survival of humanity demands of us.
Every war bankrupts us. Not just financially but spiritually. Every conflict poisons the generations that follow. Every lie corrodes the collective soul of our humanity.

The seeds of despair have been sown for decades. Seeds of helplessness, cynicism, and resignation. But it is time for change. It is time to awaken. To care before calamity arrives at our borders and crashes through our doors.

I have a dream. A dream where our children do not inherit the ashes of our apathy, but where they are given their birth right to grow and rise into a world restored — where the world welcomes them, where meaning breathes again, where humanity reclaims its sovereign soul.

The new world order must not be architected by the same hands that desecrated the old. It must not be another throne for new tyrants.
It must be claimed by us, not through bloodshed, but through a revolution of consciousness. Through the disciplined courage to transcend conformity, every single day.

This is not a one-time protest. This is not a trend. It is an existential vow. A lifelong rebellion against the erosion of one’s own humanity.

I have a dream. Not of another empire under a different banner. Not of a new elite wearing softer gloves. Not of a civilisation that is built on the corpses of children. Not of one maintained by the lies of power hungry men intoxicated with themselves. 

I have a dream of an entirely new civilisation. A civilisation rooted in integrity, in meaning, in responsibility, in the sacred dignity of human life. Where power serves, where governance uplifts, where existence is honoured and sustained.

Misleaders have no place in this dream. Their collapse is inevitable, not by my hand, but by the erosion of the very bedrock beneath their towers. The substrate they built upon is crumbling. The metacontent that constructed their illusions is decaying. And no fortress of lies can stand against truth when a people finally awakens.

I have a dream. And it belongs not to me, but to every human who dares to reclaim their Being. This is for every human who refuses to cave before the machinery of deception. This is for you, who sees the theatre for what it is, and quietly but firmly chooses another way. Because you know there must be another way.

I have a dream. A dream where no empire rises on the bones of the innocent, where no tower of power is built upon rivers of blood, where every child born arrives into a world that honours life before conquest.

This is the pulse of our time. This is the rising breath of our revolution. The reclamation of what it means to be honouring our humanity. This is the existential awakening of an entire species. Let us rise.

I have a dream. A dream where no son has to sit oceans away, powerless, while his parents tremble beneath skies ignited by the madness of men. A dream where no father or mother must look into the eyes of their small children, grasping for words to explain why they were born into a world diseased by power play, torn by wars they never chose, and haunted by rulers they never elected. A dream where parents no longer stand disarmed, helpless to shield their children from forces too monstrous to name, where the simple act of protecting one’s child is no longer a desperate plea against the machinery of systemic psychopathy. A dream where no human being is held hostage to the perversions of men who play gods with lives they do not own. A dream where no one must live or die at the mercy of borders they never drew, of conflicts they never authored, under leaders they never authorised. I have a dream where existence is no longer auctioned to the highest bidder of death. A dream where humanity rises, finally, to reclaim what was never the misleaders’ and disleaders’ to take: our dignity, our sovereignty, our Being. And to you, disleaders, you who intoxicate yourselves with your momentary dominion, know this: the fire of your tyranny shall one day devour you. Your collapse will not be an act of vengeance, but the natural consequence of your ontological decay. For no fortress of lies stands forever against the gravity of truth.