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.@JulianAssange is back. Today he posted "I'm back" on X, quoting a WikiLeaks post that showed him standing in front of a mural of himself. No specific plans have been announced yet. Some of you are new here, and I've noticed a few people in today's comments asking, "Who is Julian Assange?" So here's the short version. - Julian Assange is the Australian founder of WikiLeaks, which he launched in 2006 to publish leaked and classified information from governments and other powerful institutions. - WikiLeaks became known worldwide in 2010 when it published hundreds of thousands of classified U.S. documents provided by Army intelligence analyst Chelsea Manning. The material included military logs from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, State Department diplomatic cables, Guantanamo detainee files and video of a U.S. helicopter attack in Baghdad. - During the 2016 presidential race, WikiLeaks published internal Democratic National Committee emails and more than 50,000 emails from Hillary Clinton campaign chairman John Podesta. Those releases became a major story in the election between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Special Counsel Robert Mueller's investigation later concluded that Russian military intelligence stole the material and passed it to WikiLeaks for release. Assange denied that Russia was his source. How much those disclosures affected the final result has never been established. - In 2012, Assange took refuge in Ecuador's embassy in London to avoid extradition to Sweden, where prosecutors wanted to question him in a sexual misconduct investigation. He denied the allegations and said he feared being sent on to the United States. Sweden later dropped the investigation. He spent nearly seven years inside the embassy before British police arrested him in 2019. He then spent more than five years in Belmarsh prison while fighting extradition to the United States. - In 2019, the U.S. charged him with 18 counts, 17 of them under the Espionage Act. His case became a worldwide fight over government secrecy, national security and freedom of the press. His supporters argued he was being prosecuted for publishing information the public had a right to know. U.S. prosecutors argued his conduct went beyond ordinary journalism and involved unlawfully obtaining and disclosing classified national defense information. - In June 2024, Assange reached a plea agreement with the United States, pleaded guilty to one conspiracy charge, was sentenced to time already served and returned home to Australia. So when you see people talking about Julian Assange and WikiLeaks, that is why his name carries so much history. His work exposed information governments never intended the public to see, and the arguments over what he did, how he did it and what it meant for journalism are still being debated today. #JulianAssange #Wikileaks #MindfixTV

If You Don't Know Who You Are, The World Will Gladly Tell You I've been chewing on this for a long time and I can't shake it anymore. We are living through an identity crisis. People do not know who they are, and when you don't know who you are, you start looking everywhere else for someone or something to tell you. Social media will tell you. Politics will tell you. Celebrities and influencers will tell you. The algorithm will absolutely tell you. And millions of people are lined up and listening. We live in a world with more information available at our fingertips than at any other point in human history. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, you can research almost anything. You can hear different viewpoints, read, study, question, compare, and learn. And yet with all of it sitting right there in our hands, I am watching more and more people hand over their ability to think for themselves. For years we've heard people yell at everybody else to wake up. That phrase has lost its meaning. You cannot wake somebody who has decided to keep their eyes shut. At some point ignorance stops being about not knowing. It becomes a decision. A decision not to question, not to look, not to consider anything that might disturb what a person has already made up their mind to believe. In a world with unlimited information one click away, staying asleep is a choice. And that brings me back to identity. Look at social media. People are begging complete strangers for validation through likes, comments, shares, followers, attention, and approval. Young people are growing up in a world where their worth is measured by a number underneath a photograph. They post something and then sit there waiting to find out whether anybody noticed them. Whether they are attractive enough. Important enough. Popular enough. Worthy enough. That is not a social media problem. That is an identity problem. Let me give you one very real example of what I'm talking about. I'm a man in my fifties, and for whatever reason, the social media algorithms constantly try to feed me young women shaking their asses, barely wearing any clothes, putting their bodies on display and chasing attention from complete strangers. I don't go looking for it. It just shows up. Scroll long enough and there it is again. And what bothers me most is not even the sexuality of it. It is what I believe is underneath so much of it. I see people trying to fill a void. They want to be noticed. They want to feel attractive. They want somebody to tell them they matter. So they post more, show more, push further, and wait for the likes and the comments and the attention to come pouring in. They get the hit. Then tomorrow they have to do it again, and it takes a little more to get the same feeling. That breaks my heart. I am not saying that from some holier than thou position. I am saying it because we have built a culture that teaches people to look for their value in how many strangers approve of them, and then we act surprised when they fall apart. And it is not just young women showing their bodies. That is only the most obvious example. People chase the same validation through politics, outrage, money, status, followers, arguments, appearance, and fifteen minutes of internet fame. Different bait. Same void. If you do not know who you are, you will keep reaching outside yourself hoping somebody else can hand you an answer. The problem is that the world keeps changing its answer. One day you are supposed to look a certain way. The next day you are supposed to think a certain way. Then you are told what to fear, what to hate, what to buy, who to support, who to condemn, which tribe to join, and which version of yourself is acceptable this year. Consume enough of it for long enough and you will not even be able to tell which of your beliefs are actually yours and which ones were handed to you while you were scrolling. That is one of the reasons the word Mindfix has always meant so much to me. I did not sit down and brainstorm that name because it looked good on a logo. I believe God gave me that name, and I have believed it from the moment it came to me. It has carried two meanings ever since. Fix your mind on what is good and what is true. And understand that the mind itself is usually the thing that needs fixing, because most of us are running on years or decades of bad information, trauma, destructive thinking, and outside influence that we never agreed to and never went back to question. Every one of us is carrying programming. A lot of it was installed when we were children. Maybe you were told you would never amount to anything. Maybe you grew up in chaos. Maybe the people who were supposed to teach you how to live were broken themselves and passed the damage straight down to you. Maybe you were neglected, mistreated, or made to feel like you were never enough. Somewhere along the way most of us downloaded a load of garbage into our heads and then carried it around for decades without ever stopping to ask where it came from. I know that because I lived it. I made plenty of terrible choices. I battled addiction. There were years when my own thinking was the most dangerous thing in my life. Eventually I had to surrender. I had to let go of the idea that I had it all figured out and start rebuilding the way I think from the ground up. Through recovery, faith, pain, loss, failure, and a whole lot of hard living, my perception changed. The way I saw myself changed. The way I saw other people changed. The way I saw the world changed. None of that came out of a book or a podcast or a weekend seminar. It came from being taken apart and slowly put back together, and I would not trade that for anything, because it is the only reason I can see any of this clearly now. Romans 12:2 says, "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." That verse hits different when you have actually had to do it. Renewing your mind is not a cute phrase to hang on a wall in the kitchen. Sometimes it is war. Sometimes it means tearing down beliefs you have defended for thirty years. Sometimes it means admitting the voice in your head was never yours to begin with. And sometimes it means shutting up about what the world is doing to you and taking responsibility for what you keep letting in. I work in media. I understand algorithms, analytics, reach, and engagement because it is my business to understand them. But an algorithm does not get to determine my worth. A comment does not get to determine my peace. A like button does not get to decide whether I had a good day. And some stranger behind a keyboard does not get enough of me to change who I know I am. That freedom did not show up overnight. It came through pain. It came through mistakes. It came through surrender. Most of all it came through my relationship with Jesus Christ. That is where my identity is rooted, and that is the only reason I can look at any of this clearly. It keeps me humble. It keeps me grateful. And it gave me a clarity about life I absolutely did not have when I was younger. That does not mean I walk around pretending the world is fine. It is not. I look around and I see people everywhere who are angry, afraid, lonely, confused, and desperate to belong to something. This is not an American problem and it never was. It is a human one, and social media poured gasoline on all of it. Families have turned on each other over politics, culture, medicine, religion, and ideology. Friendships have ended because two adults could not sit in a room and hear a different opinion. Fear became a weapon. Outrage became entertainment. And a whole lot of people got rich off both. The COVID years opened my eyes wider than anything else in my lifetime. I am not here to relitigate every policy or every medical decision. I am telling you what I watched happen to people. I watched how fast fear moved. I watched how fast people fell in line. I watched how easily a message repeated often enough could turn neighbors into suspects. Families fought. Friendships died. People who had known each other for thirty years suddenly looked at each other like enemies. That should have terrified all of us, and I do not think enough people have honestly gone back and asked themselves how they behaved during it. I have watched people become addicted to outrage. I have watched people build an entire personality out of a political party. I have watched people chase attention like it is oxygen. I have watched teenagers measure themselves against filtered photographs and impossible standards and then wonder why they hate what they see in the mirror. I have watched grown adults hand total strangers on the internet the keys to their emotions. And I keep landing on the same question. Do we even know who we are anymore? Because if we don't, there is a very long line of people more than happy to answer that for us, and almost none of them are doing it for our benefit. I believe there is a spiritual component to all of this. I believe spiritual warfare is real, and I do not say that lightly. But I am not interested in fearmongering. I am not interested in screaming that the world is ending every time something bad happens on the news. Fear is already the problem. I would rather talk about responsibility. We have to take responsibility for what we feed our minds. We have to take responsibility for what we believe without ever checking. We have to be honest enough to recognize when fear, anger, jealousy, lust, ego, resentment, or the need for approval has taken the wheel. And we have to decide whether the phone in our hand is a tool we control or a tool that is controlling us. That phone can be an incredible tool. Social media connects people, educates people, builds businesses, spreads faith, and exposes things powerful people would rather keep buried. I would not be able to do most of what I do without it. But the same tool is engineered to exploit loneliness, insecurity, anger, sexuality, fear, and the basic human need to be accepted. The question is not whether technology is good or bad. The question is who is controlling whom. At some point every one of us has to decide who gets access to our mind. Not Facebook. Not TikTok. Not a political party. Not an influencer. Not your childhood. Not your worst mistake. Not the person who hurt you twenty years ago. None of them earned the authority to tell you who you are for the rest of your life. We can change. We can rebuild. We can renew our minds. I know that is possible because I have had to do it myself, and I am still doing it, and I expect I will be doing it for the rest of my life. It is not a one time event. It is maintenance on the only thing you actually own. The world is divided. The culture is confused. The algorithms are working overtime for our attention and they are winning more often than not. But we still get to choose what shapes us. Maybe this does not start with screaming at everybody else to wake up. Maybe it starts with the mirror, with taking ownership of our own minds, and with remembering who we were before the world started telling us. Fix your mind before the world fixes it for you. Written by: Bruce Snyder MindfixTV

A hero isn’t someone who waits until the room feels safe to finally say what they believe. A hero is someone who stood up when it actually cost them something. From the beginning of COVID, I said we were being lied to. I questioned the narrative when questioning it could get you labeled, censored, suspended, deplatformed, and treated like you were dangerous just for refusing to fall in line. I lost friends over it. I have family members who still don’t speak to me. I was called every name under the sun, including a “crazy-ass conspiracy theorist.” And I know many of you went through the exact same thing. You stood your ground. Many of you chose not to get vaccinated. You lost friendships, strained family relationships, faced pressure from employers, watched people ridicule you, and sometimes felt completely alone. Yet you kept asking questions. You kept speaking. You kept standing even when social media suspended you, censored you, or tried to silence you. Now, years later, more information is coming out and suddenly some very big names are finding their voices. People who were quiet when speaking up actually required courage are now stepping forward because the environment has changed and it feels safer to talk. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t make you a hero. The heroes were the people who spoke when there was something to lose. The people who were mocked, censored, suspended, deplatformed, rejected by friends and family, and still refused to surrender what they believed was true. That includes a whole lot of people who have followed this page since 2020. Nobody needs to come back and apologize to me. I don’t want an apology. I stood my ground then, and knowing what I knew and believed at the time, I would do it again. There is a price that sometimes comes with following your discernment and being led by the Holy Spirit. It can be a very lonely place. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.