That Thing Where Your Dreams Predict The Future

I catch a lot of shit from materialists who want concrete proof of my psychic abilities and I’m always like, well, I did sort of prove that actually. I’m not saying I can reproduce this sort of thing on command (I also couldn’t produce say, any day of my life on command because things like days don’t repeat), but it does happen and I’ve demonstrated it on multiple occasions at this point in my life. Not even something I was trying to do, just what happened. I do magick tricks apparently. So back in 2013 right around the time I started writing for Disinfo I also started keeping a live sorcery journal on Facebook and asking people to friend me so they could interact with it (like my page). People love to say that everything’s been done, but I’m fairly sure I am in fact the first person to post otherwordly channeled communications live onto social media. Not to toot my own horn, but more my way of pointing out that with technology what it is, new things happen every goddamn day.

Now, if you’re paying any sort of attention at all, before I ventured into this art project, these entities had repeatedly informed me that they’re not from outer space, but rather exist outside of the human time stream entirely. They then showed me how the entirety of human history looks like a singular object from their perspective, like a developing planet. Now, I just mentioned that I have psychic abilities, but in most cases that’s not entirely accurate. I’d have to say they’re more precognitive than psychic if you want to get technical. Which is what now? Exactly the kind of stuff you’d expect if you were interacting with entities existant outside of the time grid. So in a way, these beings sort of told me something about their perspective, then showed me it wasn’t just all in my head (or tried to show you  more accurately). And hey, that was all just a set up for an excerpt from my latest book. If you like the direction of the site at all, please at least pay the $5 to download the thing. It’s the only way I get paid anything for the work I do here at this point.

“August 4th, 2013 (year of the witch) –

I’m living in some sort of ginormous flying ship and am informed that a Mommar Gaddafi is moving into my living quarters as my new roommate. I’m sleeping and he moves in during the night without me even noticing. I wake up in the very early morning and I can see him over there, but he’s not making much of a fuss and I don’t honestly give a shit, but I’m supposed to be at work soon and I can’t get back to sleep so I decide to go to the more communal area. I get there and sit down, and while I can’t see anything, I realize I’m sitting at a table with a couple of other people in the dark. We start speculating as to what the fuck is going on. None of us have much confidence in the fact that we have enough gas to remain in the air and there are all sorts of visions that flood my unconscious about the ship plummeting to the ground. One of the people I’m talking to thinks we’re going to be landing in the Amazon and doing some tedious project where we have to find our way home. They do this to people all the time apparently. There’s a bunch of chatter which is accompanied by corresponding visions, but it’s all speculation, no one honestly knows what we’re doing in this ship or what the point is really. Then all of a sudden I realize the lights are on and I can see everything around me, which is just this sort of a large fancy dining hall where we’re eating breakfast. As I get up to exit, it’s communicated to me that the whole dream is a metaphor for working for an enormous corporation (which I do), and I wake up.

Seems about right. Working alongside horrifically evil people in the name of an almighty profit margin, having zero confidence in the abilities of your company, having no idea regarding the macro-perspective about what the fuck is going on. Always being kept in the dark. As a matter of fact, we just had an IT meeting last Friday where our plans of future technology infrastructure expansion were explained to us. Yeah, no one has a clue what they’re talking about and it’s all intentionally cryptic. Apparently, incredibly unspecified things are going to happen at some point in the future. If I want to be involved with some of these new exciting projects, they want me to work through my lunch breaks. Where’s my goddamn parachute? Oh, and happy Monday!

Psi Report:

Notice, I had this dream in August of 2013. This is significant because in February of 2014 my coworkers and I found out that the company I was working for had been sold to another larger company and we were all getting laid off. Nobody, and I mean nobody I worked with had any clue that this was going on behind the scenes as honestly, it would have been sort of illegal for them to tell us about it. We were all completely shocked by the news. As far as we knew, we were the biggest company in the industry and there was no one even capable of buying us out.

The imagery transmitted here is also of particular metaphorical significance and remember, as I was told:

“The whole dream is a metaphor for working for an enormous corporation”

We were on a ship that was going down. We were in the dark. I remember part of this vision quite clearly. We were on a plane that was slowly plummeting into the Amazon. Now, in this vision it was the Amazon river basin, but for those not familiar with what’s going on economically in Seattle, the Amazon corporation is essentially buying up the entire city to expand their online retail empire. Upon hearing this news, several coworkers bailed to work for them and I very well might be begging them for a job at some point in my life (I did end up finding something else this time though).

Also, the whole slow dive of the plane was metaphorical in itself. As mentioned, we all found out this was happening in February of 2014 and I didn’t personally get laid off until the end of January 2015. They needed us and offered fairly generous severance/retention packages to help them transition companies. As a matter of fact, rather than bailing I decided to take this package and am using the time the cash freed up to finish the Galactic Dialogue series, which was something I was a bit conflicted about doing in all actuality.

If you’re still not super impressed with the level of psi in this dream, also note just how many of my dreams up to this point had to do with anxiety about my employment situation, or being on a vacation and worried about getting back to work (you’d have to buy the book). I was picking up on the fact that I’d have a period of unemployment years before that actually came to fruition. Again, there is exactly zero way I would have had any clue that this was going to happen on a conscious level and never would have voluntarily pursued an opportunity to expand upon my writing like this of my own volition because I’m sort of uptight about that sort of thing. On a final note, let me remind the reader that the fact that I posted this nearly 7 months before I found out that the company I had been working for (for almost 5 years at this point) was sold and I was going to get laid off, is entirely confirmable.

Here’s the announcement of the company getting bought out in February of 2014 if you’re curious and yes, I have paystubs to prove all of this.

On one final note, in reading that one more time I realized that at the time I wrote it I was sharing my cube with a guy I jibed with on a more personal/spiritual level. He ended up leaving and my new cube mate was a nice quiet guy, who I eventually found out was secretly a hardcore Drudge Report reading weirdo person. So even the seemingly random Mommar Gaddafi imagery represented how I was one, getting a new work neighbor and two, that he was way out of tune with me philosophically. Which is again odd, because I didn’t get hip to the reality that this dude was a crazy neo-con for nearly a year, and no one else we worked with ever knew it at all either. Again, super quiet guy. I told a few of them after he got laid off and they were sort of shocked.”

Now, it’d be one thing if this were the only example, but this is just one of five or so pre-cognitive “transmissions” I document in the book (which you should absolutely buy) in the span of one year. It’s not like I came up with the concept of precognitive dreaming, I just accidentally started documenting it. But what about all the times you were wrong? I wasn’t, I wasn’t even trying to predict the future (as mentioned), I just did, in very specific ways. Have a ton of absolutely provable synchronicities at this point as well, but more on that soon. I think what I’m really trying to say here is: everything we currently think we know about consciousness is wrong. You can bank on that.

Escape from Witch Prison II

Thad McKraken

Thad McKraken

Thad McKraken is a psychedelic writer, musician, visual artist, filmmaker, Occultist, and pug enthusiast based out of Seattle. He is the author of the books The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations and Transmissions From Outside of Time, both of which can be picked up on Amazon super cheap.
Thad McKraken