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I have been trying for some time to write the predictions journal that I promised in December, but frankly, the news is so uniformly bad that I have hesitated even to approach the subject.

I am no Nostradamus, incidentally. I extrapolate, I do not prophesy. Over my writing career, there have been a few odd incidents of unintentional prophecy, such as the identification of a Korean-made car in Nature’s End as the Hunyadi, some years before the Hyundai was introduced.
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The much heralded ABC special on UFOs has come and gone. Predictably, it was more of the same, a large number of lies sprinkled with a few truths. At least it wasn?t as relentlessly negative as such programs have generally been in the past. But people like Peter Jennings and his producers are cursed with the belief that they can understand?or already do understand?what they are looking at. The reality is that the UFO phenomenon is the most complex event in history, and a cursory examination of its surface by a few overworked and ill-informed television producers is not going to succeed in any way whatsoever to come to any truth about it.
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Last Sunday’s tsunami will go down in the history books as one of the greatest natural catastrophes of all time. It comes during a period of unusually high earthquake activity worldwide. Of course, since the geological community does not believe that there is any central force that triggers earthquakes, this fact will be attributed to coincidence.

Even stranger, there was a load of UFO activity over the whole Asian area, including unexplained booms that were attributed to meteor explosions over China and Indonesia. Then, a few days before the great quake, a smaller, less damaging one took place farther south along the same subduction zone.
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Yesterday, Anne woke up. I mean this in a profound way, new for me, that is unlike anything I have ever seen before. Well, not quite: I remember a few years ago when my sister woke up like this.

One moment, the eyes are there, but they are just eyes. The next, something glistens from within, and you see it: the soul has returned to the surface of life, called back from where it stood, waiting for the body to either embrace it again or let it go.

Anne’s body has embraced her soul again, and I, also, have been included in that embrace. I was the shadowy form who was always there, singing my song of hope and longing: I love you, you’re my precious, come back to me.
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