MIssing 411 Remote Viewing Project

Kevin Wikse in active remote viewing state—psychically interfacing with future intelligence events before they manifest in the physical world. On the night of January 2, 2026 , I published my now-infamous Merry Crisis and a Happy New Fear on my equally notorious Missing411rvp blog. Among the many predictions for 2026—most of them, admittedly, unpleasant—one line in particular ignited my inbox: “Domestically, President Trump asserts control over Venezuelan oil reserves.” Read my posting HERE . To be transparent, this matters to me. That article was actually written on December 26, 2025 . I delayed publishing it, and in doing so, missed publicly claiming a separate prediction that later surfaced as the Somali Child Care Center fraud . That miss bothered me. Deeply. I refuse to take credit for events already exposed—legitimacy demands clean lines and honest timestamps. Still, something told me not to dwell on it. Then, in the early morning hours of January 3, 2026 , President Trump laun...

Kevin Wikse stands unflinching as the San Andreas Fault tears open, the Pacific reclaiming the West. Hell’s Aquarium returns. The cigar stays lit. As we hurtle headlong—white-knuckled, teeth clenched, and screaming at terminal velocity—toward the Magnetic Pole Shift Global Cataclysm, and brace ourselves for the transcendent joy of our returning Anunnaki overlords, 2026 shapes up to be a genuinely strut-snapping, nerve-grinding speed bump in the road of history, rattling humanity to its very core.  The mentally weak, the already unhinged, will be pushed clean over the edge, clawing wildly at anything within reach, fully prepared to drag the rest of us off the cliff with them rather than face the fall alone. Through my remote viewing and psychic transmissions, I am warned that 2026 carries with it a terrible power of division—not merely social or political, but geological, temporal, and existential. A year that tears asunder not only human relationships and the Earth’s crust, but th...