Events I Predicted (Or Knew About Before Mainstream Media and Most Other People)

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Addendum
     (added on May 12th, 2021):

Videos proving that I knew about Jeffrey Epstein and Ukrainegate early:

[video has been taken down; will be replaced with a new link soon]

"Demanding Equal Justice: House Candidate Knew About Ukraine Scandals in 2017" (from November 2019)

http://youtu.be/fq1l0FVHu6c

  

"I Knew About Jeffrey Epstein in 2011 (and Wanted Him Dead)" (from August 2020):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiRtPvv57W8

     #33. On January 31st, 2021, I uploaded a video to TikTok explaining that the next minimum wage increase would only affect a small number of workers; i.e., people who work for the federal government. On April 30th, 2021, it was reported that Joe Biden's administration promised to raise the minimum wage for federal workers.
     You can watch that prediction at the link below, in my May 2021 video "I Predicted Biden's Minimum Wage Letdown Three Months Before it Happened":
     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2lsAu-5jd0




     #34. In August 2018, I published a semi-satirical article titled "How to Know God Through Investing in Memes". In that article, I said "invest in memes" and explained the investment value of what I called "meme-based currencies".

     I did not refer specifically to Dogecoin (which I knew about at the time), nor to N.F.T.s (which I didn't know about) in that article.
     [Note: N.F.T.s are non-fungible tokens; essentially units of data on a cryptocurrency blockchain that verify that an asset is unique rather than interchangeable. Some of the most valuable N.F.T.s are meme-like animations created by artist Mike Winkelmann, also known as Beeple and Beeple Crap.]
     However, the facts that Dogecoin's value shot up in 2021, and the market for N.F.T.s tripled in 2020, suggests that I was right to advise investment in meme-based currencies.

     You can read my semi-satirical article about the spiritual value of investing in memes, at the link below:
     http://www.aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/how-to-know-god-through-investing-in.html
     

 

 Addendum
     (added on July 5th, 2021):

     #35. In June 2021, former child actor Drake Bell was arrested for having sexually inappropriate relationships with minors as young as 15 years old. At least as early as January 2021, I knew that Drake Bell had disappeared to Mexico and changed his name. I may also have been aware of sexually explicit texts which Bell had sent to teenage girls, that early in the year (if it was reported on; I can't find any such reports though).
     I did not predict Bell's arrest, but I suspected that he was a pedophile several months before he was arrested.




     #36. I suspected, as early as some time between 2010 and 2011, that the Bronfman family - i.e., Edgar Bronfman Sr., Edgar Bronfman Jr., Clare and Sara Bronfman, and Edgar Jr.'s son Benjamin Brewer of Canada, and of the Seagram's liquor and soda fortune - was involved in some suspicious dealings.
     As someone who drinks alcohol only a few times a year, I have been suspicious of the Bronfmans on the basis of their profiting from the sale of liquor, and its effect on society in terms of contributing to the legal spread of alcoholism and alcohol abuse.
     I have been concerned about the Bronfman family, having known, since 2011, the following facts: 1) that there is an Israeli member of the Knesset named Bronfman (Roman Bronfman); 2) Edgar Jr. is the former C.E.O. of Warner Music Group; and 3) Edgar Jr.'s former daughter-in-law M.I.A. arguably promoted gun violence and robbery in her song "Paper Planes".
     The fact that this family is involved in liquor, entertainment, and politics (however distantly or closely related Roman Bronfman might be to the rest of the family) made me suspicious; however (unfortunately) not suspicious enough to look into what daughters Clare and Sara were doing. They, of course, were the ones who funded Keith Raniere, the founder of the NXIVM (pronounced "nexium") Hollywood sex cult. The Bronfman sisters were involved with that cult from 2002 to 2019. That cult branded women initiates with Raniere's initials without their awareness, and it may have been funding and/or running orphanages in Mexico.
     I did not predict Clare and Sara's arrests; however, I did believe that something was suspicious about the Bronfmans in 2011, eight years before it was reported that the Bronfman sisters had given $150 million to NXIVM.

 

 

Original list of events compiled in late 2019 and early 2020

Image created and published on February 19th, 2020

List edited and expanded on February 21st and May 5th, 2020,
and July 5th, 2021

Links added on August 19th, 2020

I Hereby Retract My Identity, by A. Non-Imus

     High, They're! It’s me again, Winston Smith. Fuckin' or is it? I’ve edited so much already, it could change at any moment. Like ya do. But I can do nothing but Edit (I certainly can’t right worth a damn). Would that things were the Abbasid way around. And so, I am Winston, I am Joe; I'm Jack, I'm Joe-Jack; I'm J.C., and Nostra. Just as I am Lowered, so Eye am Lord.

     Nostra diVarious, that is. Not E Pluribus Unum (“one out of many”), but Nostra diVarious: “ours out of many”. Be ye man or mashup artist, a human identity is one which is cobbled together out of many characters, personas, and masques; real and fictional alike (if any of us can be said to be real at all). That's the Nature of our sacred discourse, and our scared Discord; that's why it's sin our Nature to sew this c(h)ord.

     Ernie Wayne of the family Tertelgte, the mountain man who speaks with the voice of the wind, hath proclaimed that you are not your name; you are not in the flesh what you are scrawled onto papyrus or chiseled into stone.

     It’s not that I am no longer Joseph William Kopsick; I was never THAT (praise Bernie). And certainly not the all-caps version thereof. I “am” Joseph William of the family Kopsick. More accurately, I “am” named Joseph William. But in truth, I was named Joseph William, by the family Kopsick. But your middle name is your real name, so Will I Am. I can Will-ingly change my name. ...You see what I'm gettin' at? Take your name back into your own.

     Edit. Better. I Don’t Know My Name. It’s all there in the words of Respect, Will and Grace. And so, out of deference to “them” (even though Martin Buber says “they” don't exist), I retract my name, my nicknames, and my identity, which shall Hereafter be considered in flux.

     Like a cat retracts its claws – and like a lawmaker retr(o)acts its clause – I hereby retract all of my characters, masques, personas, titles, and claim to the throne of Imperial Russia (I know, right?).

It’s not that Time, Money, Moon, Value! didn’t sell well; it’s that Fayporwave didn’t sell well. …Of course, it doesn’t help that Fayporwave was not then released, nor moreover that it is still unreleased. But that is ear-elephant, for J.C. Meyers hath called for more prophets. And so we say unto thee: “Give Us Your Money”. Money for Nothing, cucks.

     After all, I – “Joseph”, for most purposes – am He whom “God will increa$e”, as was profitcied. God is Will incarnate, and so am I. My won true name is “He who bought lifetime peace for a dollar at Skygate, the reflector of Heaven”, but that won't fit on a puny mortal government document, so I'm forced to improvise.

     Yea, a single dollar bought Me everlasting Peace – work smoothly lifetime peace – for a dollar. I’ll buy that for a dollar!TM And you can have lifetime peace too; not from any Buddhist amulet, but by giving “me” a dollar donation after listening to Fayporwave “for free” online, when it comes out. Fulfill the profit, see? Listen to it now, before it's released, before it's realized!

     Like “my” other mashup albums, this album is “mine”, but only in the sense that I have mined the great American songbook to create them. But I have given them to you, and taken ours to complete them, for just as the past tense of “mind” ought to be “mound”, what’s yorus's is Horus's, and what's mound takes ours, cat.

     I’m Not the One who did those things, who performed all those miracles, anyway. Waterfall After all, who am Id to say who Id am? I damn well d k. The person who made those mashups - and wrote that financial advice for witch doctors and crazy people – that is not who I am today. I didn't build that, someone else did that.^®

     I am officially embarking upon a dissociative episode solely in order to disown my authorship of my music. Who I am is simply too unstable to continue as a single person(a) without faction and fracture. I shall soon release myself from this Herculean burden by making the legend (that is, the Key) public. Like a soldier who does more before 5 A.M. than you do all day; or like Bob Dylan, who experiences himself as five different people before breakfast; or like the Yakuza, who’ll kill ya five times before you hit the ground; YHWH a different person every 1 to 45 seconds.

     The little flying robot from Flubber hath taught me well; for that is the true teaching of Madonna: to change your identity every time the song does. Look up the word theotokos and you'll see that there really is something about Mary: She's All THAT, and She(s) beckon(s).

     And that is what listening to Nostra diVarious is like (if I may be so bold as to review “my own” - aw, who am I kidding - your work). And that’s because that’s what it’s like to listen to no Stradivarius – or Nostradamus, Ghostradamus, or Boastradamus (the savant who brags about his prophecies), too – for that matter. And so, brav@ to You! Your album rocked. You need to quantize shit better and snap that shit to the grid, but yeah. I liked what I saw, and I saw this.

     Thus, I retract not only my name, identity, personas, titles, and musical “authorship” (that is, if you consider hyper-sampling with a white dude reggae-scatting over it an “art form”); I also renounce my claims to my work Time, Money, Moon, Value!. Not only do I welcome the unauthorized copying and plagiarism of, and profiteering from, the booklet I have created; I encourage it (provided that one dodges taxes)!. Try and enforce that, U.S. Patent Office!

     In fact – not that you needed my permission - I hereby authorize the book's continual release and re-release to the public, by whomever pleases... with whichever edits they please! It'll be just like The^TM bible! ...Hey, as long as you Do a Goddamn Thing. [Witch, if I’m not mistaken, is the name of the latest Spike Lee joint.]

     I annihilate my self at the sacred foot of Indra; I annihilate myself at the foot of The Thunder, Perfect Mind. I sublimate myself to the sublime. I retract my authorship, my Arthurship, my othership, and my mothership. Also, as I renounce my claim to the thrown, I hereby retract my Dong (VND) from the Church; that is, from the Holy Cigar Cutter, the Great Cele$tial $perm Bank. That's right, my dick is going public; this is the initial pubic offering.

     As such, I am halting my collaboration with the Order until such time as I may regain my entity.

     I also retract my foreskin while I retract my identity.

     P.S.: I hereby retract this article.

     That's a rap.

     What.

Written on June 22nd, 2018

Originally Published in the July 2018 issue of Issues magazine

First Published to this Blog on August 28th, 2018