4:30am on my first birthday actually on my birth soil in almost fifteen years. The ritual continues to more than meet me halfway.
Unsurprisingly, quite a few of you have asked after my Brexit opinions. This is literally what the All Red Line is for, and you can sign-up for it below. There should be a link in the Welcome to view past issues -there’s only one- and be sure to double confirm and/or check your spam when the next one goes out. With email platforms the first few are always a bit patchy for your email provider to parse, but open a few of them and it’ll be fine. (This is largely because I only ask for your first name, not your full name, but I’m not going to change that.)
As for whether Brexit was part of my ritual timing of this move? Yes obviously. Look at the fucking symbolism of the newsletter. I’ve been folding Martin Armstrong’s Economic Confidence Model into my archonological/astro/augurial model for eighteen months and timing the move to these precise dates -throwing in some mid-air-over-Greece Midsummer rituals- means the currency moves have completely paid for the entire project plus two premium tickets to the other side of the world.
There’ll be more about it in the TARL Cable video when I actually find somewhere to record it.
Two more Martin Armstrong links to show I wasn’t alone in my apocalypse surfing.
And check out the best birthday present I could have possibly received:
So – to summarize – the two main parties who were pushing for Britain to stay in The EU (The wealthy elite and The EU itself) are the biggest losers of the British vote for self-determination. [More]
Hail chaos and happy birthday, eh?