Showing posts with label prediction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prediction. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

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

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Why I'm Right That the World Wouldn't Have Ended, by Jack Sampson


               The silent echo of J.C. Meyers says it all. This betrayal is none of her concern, though!
            But have no fear; It Is I, YHWHoever I Am, cum to save the day... with the only things that have ever solved mortal problems: guilt-tripping, shame, and humiliation. And so, en garde; have at you!
            Sure, some will say “we should have seen this coming” - and by “this”, I mean what could only be termed “Meyersgate” - but that is not the Nature of the backrophcy! Remember: Miracle first, prediction afterwards! The Event can only be made sense of after it has come to pass, in Light of the old prophecies which the Event fulfills, and in Light of the symbolism which they reveal.
            So, sure; others will say “we should have seen this coming”, but guess who did not see this coming. Me, Jack Sampson. ...Oh, you don't know Jack? Well, to make a long story short, the world couldn't have ended, because of one simple fact: the world wasn't booked for the 11 o'clock slot. “All the world's a stage”, but a world that isn't booked can't close.
            Therefore, ergo, ipso facto... fuck J.C. Meyers. This pauper of a pastor has led this flock too far, and it's a waka flocka shame.
            Misleading the Order of Celestial Integration, and all its members, into believing that her skills at numerological magickianing surpass those of Emperor Ryan and myself!? I, the author of Time, Money, Moon, Value!: Financial Advice for Shamans, and Ryan, He who loved the number 666 (His only Son) so much that He gave it to us for half-price? Shameful.
            Not only did J.C. Meyers mislead us into believing that God had chosen the wholly manmade construct of Midnight at Eastern Daylight Savings Time, but also that He had chosen Meyers, of all people, to convey this Message! Normally this would be laughable, but alas, here we are.
            Aside from Pastor Meyers's theological and gematriarchal hubris and the, admittedly, relatively minor side-note that the world did not technically end (at least not yet) – neither Meyers nor her God ever gave us a lick of warning or advice about how to deal with the potential panic that this End Times prophecy, true or untrue, was bound to cause.
            Why, just a moment after Midnight, I myself wondered whether the world had ended, and I'd been transported to Hell. For all around me were the cries and gnashing of teeth that you'd expect to hear in Hades; wails like “Oh man, I'm not gonna die!? Now I have to kill myself!”
            What horror, to think of what would happen had that lowly concertgoer known that the world would continue. How many lamentable moments of suffering could have been avoided, if only he'd have had the information, and could have taken his life all the sooner!
            Take this as hyperbole if you will. But there is no greater suffering than knowing that the religious leader of the apocalyptic doomsday cult – the cult that you trusted with your heart and your soul and your economic units - is just another Alex Jones -type conspiracy theorist who tells people to head for the hills because it's Y2K. Haven't We the People had enough of that crap already?
            And yeah: “What if a panic ensued”. Sure. But think about this: “What if one hadn't!?” I mean, it's one thing if the guests at your festival are demanding their economic units back for the world not ending, but it's another if they're trying to figure out why even a D.I.Y. outsider music fest that failed to bring forth an apocalypse, should lack havoc and bloodshed altogether. I know, it's bullshit!
            Well, by the power of Bill Cooper, I shame Meyers for her misdeeds. I hereby invoke an anarchist grand jury, call for special elections, and challenge Meyers for the title of spiritual leader of the Order. I additionally challenge J.C. Meyers for the title of J.C. Meyers. Shame! Shame! Shame!
            J.C. Meyers is dead; you all saw it with your own eyes. Thus, the avatar of Meyers hangs from the roof of this chapel like a cocoon, or stands at the pulpit like an empty suit: just begging for someone new to come into it, and assume its form. I repeat: J.C. Meyers is dead! Undead, undead, undead.
            Just the same, the Spirit of Jack is bustling in its chalice, overflowing, as it cannot be contained by (nor within) any one person nor persona. Moreover, Sri Meyers has extended an invitation, calling for more prophets. And so, I volunteer. Long live J.C. Meyers!
            My coming will herald a new era of transparency; a new Day in the accountability, and solvency of the Order. I will commit to using crypto-numerological magick to accurately back-tell miraculous and fortuitous events, while prohibiting its use for evil purposes, such as weaponization and accounting.
            Now let's put it all together: J.C. Meyers is dead, long live J.C. Meyers!
            I urge Meyers to step down; in order to end her shame as quickly as possible, and in order to immediately restore dignity to the Order..
            J.C. Meyers will fall; it's not a question of whether, it's a question of when. On this day, we proclaim: “No Masters But Meyers”.
            Ave Order. Ave Self. Ave Nostra.
            It seems I was right all along.




Written between July 16th and 18th, 2018
Originally Published in the August 2018 Issue of Issues Magazine
First Published to This Blog on August 28th, 2018

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