PROPHECY

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Perhaps here, but I’m tending to look at his body of work collectively when I speak, rather than this one post.

Keep in mind that he is an author that has raised his children in alternative to tradition in modern America, and has reportedly succeeded in their raising admirably to their surrounding community, and academically claims they are capable of strong success in the top 3% of the nation without ever needing traditional schooling, but only using the methods that S.W. Pringle (MagnetMan) designed and taught to them.

His children are now in their 20’s and he is now in his mid 60’s.

This isn’t a man that is choosing to speak on forums because he’s looking for recognition directly.
He’s choosing to talk on forums because he feels that is the medium that the present generation connects with and not books; he feels his books failure proved this to him.
(I hold differently than this, but this is not my consideration)

His entire move was not as singular as this post would have it seem; this is very abbreviated.
If you google and read around some on his work and his various other comments he shows as being consistent and expansive.
These are two attributes that show a very deep consideration for the actions and not a short burst of impulse.

Right or wrong; disagreed with or agreed with; I do not think, from the resources I have read up on him, that S.W. Pringle is a rash man. However, I do think that his history, as much as I have found, shows him to be a man of strong conviction once focused.

This post seems, more or less, a journal entry during a moment of dissatisfaction and feelings of hopelessness; many other posts on the internet in forums such as these are made for the same reasons.

This would be equal to a general letter to a community or social group in older times; of which was not truly uncommon.
There is a normal necessity for expressing oneself out loud, if only to hear the echos shout back.

Online community expression is as much a part of our reality today as many aspects of regular life; confessions of emotions on the internet medium should be more expected than not.

And I think any story chosen to identify with says much about the person that identifies with it than anything else.

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I did a little research on pringle myself a while back. He’s a quack.

I do understand the need for catharsis and I think you’re very correct that it is:

but it’s the facade that bugs me. If he’s depressed, he should say so in The Rant House or Mundane Babble. It’s quite obvious that he was looking for an excuse to call his wife a ‘pillar of salt.’

My other issue with this post is he’s closed himself in a loop. “I’m right and no one agree with me therefore I’m even more right.” It’s a self-perpetuating problem.

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Anthem we have already established that I am the negative pole of your touchstone. In the beginning you bugged every post I made, no matter what the subject. It gives you a lift to put me down. You are twenty something and I am sixty. something, and I am authorative. Deriding me makes you feel wiser. (I would be more compassionate about the whole thing if you were not so damned rude about it) That psychological malady of young men is pandemic throughtout the 1st world. It defines the modern world’s teenage protestant psyche. Fuck God! See! Lightening never struck me! I am a scientist. I created my own super intelligence. I determine my own destiny. Our ancesters were primitive idiots. The Bible is full of crap.

The only thing that depresses me is the state of the modern psyche. Other than that, as a scratch golfer, I enjoy a game most mornings on my own desert golf course and follow that up with an hour of hard racketball. I take great deal of self-satisfcation on the court in beating the crap out of my husky young sons. If I am depressed the best part of me is unaware of it.

As to the rest. I love my wife. She is a sincere women. But she never fulfilled her chilldish desire to be a millionaire. She has been gone four years and is still broke. In the meantime she has missed countless moments of incredibly joyous family moments, especially with her grandson. You may find that sweet, I find that sad (salty)

You need to rephrase that. One can assume to be right until proved wrong,. You have never succeeded in doing that.

You may have a point about me being insane though.
Divine madness is a recognised phenomenon. I am indeed crazy about God
On the other hand being a prophet is a weird calling. You have no control over it. It can lead to real insanity. The prophet never knows if he predicting a coming event or it is happening becauase he wishes it so. THAT my young friend is Potent Medicine It takes a strong faith in something larger than the self in order to deal with it.

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Oh please, magnet, you know I’m smarter than that. Of course it gives me great pleasure to put you down, but not because you’re older. I get pleasure out of finding newer and better ways to manipulate the words that explain how wrong you are. I recognize that selfish aspect of it.

I also think it’s good for the other more impressionable members (young AND old) to see someone so vehemently opposed to your vehement conviction. Without the yin to your yang, what choice would they have but to listen to your nonsense? Hopefully they come out somewhere in the middle. Often times I agree with a bit of what you’re saying, but the larger whole is so much more damaging that I usually overlook it to get my point across.

As far as my protestant psyche, not quite. I tried really hard to be a good bible-thumper. When I finally actually read the bible, I realized what a load of crap it was. Then I heard God, or reason, or whatever tell me that God, if he exists, would have no problem with me saying “fuck god” when I mean it in the biblical sense. Stuff that in your psyche-pipe and smoke it. Oops, that gave you ammo. Meh, it’s worth it.

The next part of your post was another excuse to talk about your life. I’m quite sorry for enabling you, mostly for myself. Please forgive me.

And finally…

Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Are you kidding me?! You can assume to be innocent until proven guilty, but I’ve never heard of being right until wrong! Have you never heard of the Negative Proof fallacy?

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negative_proof

Jebus.

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The Fortune Teller

Back in 1975, while still an avid atheist, I had my first of many subsequent experiences with a fortune teller.

She happened to be our next door neighbor. Her husband had recently died and, according to her testimony, shortly after his passing her claire-sentient abilities became active. She quickly became widely known via (like in the TV series Medium) helping the police to solve several missing person mysteries. All number of expensive late-model out-of-state motor cars kept appearing at her curbside thereafter.

I had just re-married and my new wife was fascinated by what she had heard about the woman and wanted her own fortune told. My wife had lived a strange life as an infant foundling, left on the doorstep of a Catholic convent in Johannesburg. The nuns had raised her. While growing up in the convent she was witness to a number of metaphysical events. She once told me the story of how all the girls in her dormitory were awoken one night to see one of the girls sleep-walking. She walked straight up the side of the wall, across the ceiling and down the other side - creeping everybody out in the process.

Anyway, I came home from work one day to find our psychic neighbor invited over for tea. In due course she brought out a little black velvet bag, and drew forth a crystal ball. After some moments of concentration, she announced that she could see nothing of my wife’s future, but that she could see mine perfectly well. Out of politeness, I pretended to be interested and agreed for her to make a reading.

Her first announcement was that I would be leaving South Africa within a a year or two - for good.
That was a complete surprise to me. I had just married a new wife; bought a new house; and been appointed to a new job as a senior television producer for the South African Broadcasting Corporation. Leaving the country of my birth and hudred of relatives, for good while dumping a plum job was not in any way part of my life plan.
“And where,” I asked jokingly, “will I make my new life?”
She stared into the ball. "I see palm trees and also snow-capped mountains.

Well, the long and the short of it is that within that year I produced a documentary that focused on the life of Mahatma Gandhi in South Africa and his struggled with racial discrimination that ultimately made him famous throughout the British Empire. This anti-apartheid TV program, which featured an interview with the recently un-banned Dr. Alan Paton of “Cry the Beloved Country” fame, and one-time jailer of Gandhi, got me into serious hot water with the Bureau of State Security (BOSS). The program was banned and my future as a producer with the SABC was ruined. Threatened with house arrest if I made another program, I was more or less forced to leave the county in exile.
So, unlikely as it was, that part of the fortune teller’s prophecy came perfectly true.

After traveling around the world for several years seeking a permanent home. I eventually settled in the United States of America.

Between 1981 and 1992, my permanent address in Hollywood, was an apartment block on Carlton Way, as small side street running between Sunset and Hollywood Boulevards. Back in 1906, the residents on that street had planted a quarter mile long row of palm trees, evenly spaced, on both sides. In 1981 they had grown to be over 90 feet tall - easily the most dominant feature in that neighborhood. So, for more then a decade, all I saw every day of my life was palm trees, fulfilling the second part of the prediction.

In 1992, I moved my growing family to a high desert ranch in Nevada. We have been here for the past 14 years. The ranch is situated on a dry lake bed surrounded by the White Mountain and Silver Peak ranges, among the highest snow-clad peaks in the nation. (14,000 high just five miles to our west, and a second range. 10, 000 feet high dominates the the immediate western view.

And so it is, twenty years after the fact, all three of the visions that woman saw in her crystal ball, has materialized.

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